I was born and raised in the Barren Lands by my foster dad. He's a gnome; he found me abandoned near some sheep. Or maybe the sheep birthed me before it got polymorphed.
Anyway, I grew up thinking I was a gnome until I started noticing how different I looked from all of dad's friends, and that's when I decided to seek out my birthright. Turns out I'm a night elf, and I've gotten pretty handy with a sword or axe, or even a fishing pole in my journeys.
Right now, though, I'm pretty lonely. People are afraid of my permanent fangy mouth hanging open. But I'm really a nice night elf, who enjoys puppies, long walks along Darkshore at night, sharening my blade, and masturbating furiously while weeping. I also hate pants. Damn pants.
