Zar lived a life of luxury for the beginning of his childhood, or until he was 50. There are few races this can be considered a child in, and the particular race of Zar was elven. A moon elf to be precise. But the small village of moon elf's he lived in had been isolated from the outside world for quite sometime, even by elven standards, and their genes has changed slightly to reflect this genetic isolation. The effects of it were a prolonged life by many thousands of years. To be 50 meant he was considered no more then a babe by his elders, and was treated as such.

     But this life was not to last. As happens when sentient beings are isolated too long, they began to change, not only in genes but in thoughts. Very slowly, the sub-race became corrupt, and turned from the gods that they had previously worshipped. This did not bode well for Zar's father, who was one of the few remaining pure. Although he saw the corruption before anyone else, he was far too late still in seeing what he did. In ways, the destruction of Zar's race can be compared to a dying oak. It looks majestic and healthy from the outside, but from the inside it rots away.

      The inevitable happened, and the people revolted. Throwing down established order, they set out to form a new society for themselves, a society that only catered to their needs, and their needs alone. To do this, such establishments had to be done away with, such as government, and religion. Unable to do anything, Zar's father had retreated to the security of his home, forbidding his mother and his siblings from venturing out into the now corrupt town. But no citadel is impenetrable.

      During the blackness of a moonless night, several townsfolk managed to gain entry into Zar's household. The only thing that saved him was the 'fortunate' accident of him having fallen off his bed, and rolled underneath it in his sleep. When he awoke, he was greeted to a horrid sight. Blood spattered walls were first visible, and then the ripped apart corpses of his parents and siblings, laying silently in their own pools of blood and gore.

      Horrified by the sight, he forgets his father's demand that he stay inside, and runs out of the house. He is promptly confronted by the townsfolk, who are surprised that he is alive. Some think that this is a message from the god's, that this one will not die, and in horror they quickly do what they see as reasonable, get rid of him by the only way they know; selling him into slavery.

      Zar has little memory from the awful period of his life, which lasted almost half a century, from his 50th birthday to roughly his 300th, which is to the best of his estimates. During this time he was used for menial labor, and that alone, as his master found it amusing to send a young one to do such tasks. For young he was still, in appearance, though not in thought. Around his 300th birthday, the young Zar snapped. Breaking free of his chains in a superhuman display of strength, he strangled his master with the very chains that held him so long in servitude.

      Terrified what would happen when others found out of this deed, he ran away, to the only place he knew that was free from the influence of his evil captor, the forest. After roaming through in for days, nearly dead from starvation and dehydration, he was found by a small group of fighters, warriors for the light. They took him in, and sheltered him, and for the next 200 years he would remain with them.

      While with them he knew nothing of any talents, and had no skills. This soon changed as they taught him the art of using a broadsword, and the use of stealth, foresting skills, and many other such applications of knowledge. During this time he acquired an obsidian broad-sword, which unbeknownst to him was filled with magical energies, which he could not detect. In relatively little time at all, 50 years, he is actively performing missions with the group, such as the freeing of other such slaves, and combating whatever forces might threaten the forest, their home. It is in this venture that he moves on to the next phrase of his life.

      Near his 500th birthday he sets out with a small group of his companions to clear a nearby cave of orcs, who had been desecrating the forest around the cave. Upon reaching it, they also reached the orcs, and a fierce battle began. When it was over, the party was one fewer and Zar was near death, having taken a powerful blow to the head. For the next year his companions nursed him back to health, but discovered that the knock to his head had destroyed his memory, leaving him only with the skills he had learned, and nothing else. He did not even know his name at that time.

      When he learned a bit about himself and the group he was with, he decided it would be best for him to head out on his own. With heavy hearts his former companions let him go, directing him to the nearest city, where they hoped he could find a good life for himself. A horrible mistake.

      Zar fell in with bad company, to say the least. He soon found himself with a dark crowd, worshippers of evil, all manners of beings who stood in varying degrees with the dark. He soon fell in with the worst of the bunch, lured by tales of great wealth and power for those who stood deep in the ranks of the dark. During this time he learned the necromatic arts, and discovered the power hidden in his sword. But he found he could not un-tap it, though he could not fathom why at the time.

      Despite this, he quickly rose in power, becoming a high ranking 'official'. He discovered he had a talent for magic, and set his swordplay aside for the time to concentrate on learning necromancy and he learned the magic of the elements as well. And this he did for 500 years.

      While scouting around the more populated areas of Rhydin simply to cause trouble, he chanced upon a place where the light was strong, and the dark repressed. This place was the lands of the BoR. This seeming unbalance of power, and wondered what could have caused it intrigued him. But despite this, he decided that it would not be wise to let it remain, and set about to cause trouble for the guilds of light in the region, first attempting to attack a guild trying to establish diplomatic relations with the BoR, the Warriors of Light (FRG). In return, the GC, Sharahzade gave him a long lecture. He was intrigued by the new principles she introduced to him, namely honor. He had no memory of the time he would be considered virtuous, and this was all new to him.

      Deciding he wanted to learn more, he momentarily set aside his dark agenda to try to gain entrance into the BoR, the first guild he had encountered. He failed in this task, and was redirected by the BoR officials to the TotR (LoRDS), a neutral guild. Deciding that would have to do, he quickly gained entrance in their ranks. At the same time, he tried his luck with the WoL (FRG) and succeeded in gaining entrance, as the GC thought she saw a sliver of hope in him, that he may turn to the light.

     
      Deep down inside Zar wasn't evil, but he truly believed he was from the 500 years he had been serving the dark. Sharahzade showed him differently, while at the same time he quickly began to acquire friends from the TotR. For the first time he could remember, he felt content, happy. But he could not make sense of what it all meant to him. He had been promised power and riches by the dark, and had gotten it. But he hadn't been happy. The light had promised him no such thing, yet it gave him happiness. He had now to weigh which was more important; Light, or Dark. Needless to say, this was a momentous task, and he left the realms to contemplate it.

    
      When he returned, he was a changed man, and solely focused on making himself acceptable to the light. He quickly gained entrance into the WoL again, as he had lost all his guild memberships in his time of absence. In that guild of light, he came back to old friends and quickly rose in the ranks to a prominent position, as a sorcerer. He was also willing accepted into Elfhome, where he regained a job he had lost before, running Airelle's Quessir Home Tavern.

     Once his life was settled thus, he attempted yet again what he had first tried to do while in the realms, gain entrance into the BoR. After a time of doubt and worry, in which it seemed he would yet again be rejected, he was told wondrous news to his ears; he had been accepted.

Present

     Now a proud member of the BoR as well, Zar proudly stands among the ranks of the Foxfire legion. A mere private still, he has high hopes for what he can attain in the guild. He is usually quite jolly and quick to smile, wanting to help all those who acquire assistance. He loves his guild, and will do nearly anything for it, mostly due to the kindness that has been shown to him from all within.

      A mage in most respects, he is such a profession in the WoL and the BoR. He has also taken up a new 'hobby', a result of his gaining the responsibility of the Quessir. Cooking. He has become somewhat of an expert chef, and willing prepares meals for any and all that asks.

     Standing at a tall 6'00'', the moon elf has deep green eyes, streaked with lines of gold. Golden hair also rests on his head, which usually shimmers in the daylight. He carries his magical sword at his side, and at his waist are numerous vials and potions, useful for spell casting. But he is very frail, thin and for his height weak, due to the long time spent with the dark, doing nothing but improving his magic. He usually wears a midnight cloak wrapped around similarly colored clothing, loose fitting to hide his painfully thin form. He rarely wears anything else, as it embarrasses him at times to be seen so frail and thin. Though he can still wield his sword with considerable skill and speed, he has lost quite a bit of the power he used to be able to muster. None the less, he works continuously on improving his physical strength, and on strengthening his spells. His one hope is that he will please his fellow guild members and friends, and will do all that he can to help them. Rarely thinking of himself, he has gained heart of gold indeed, though when sufficiently provoked he will either enter into a deep depression, or go into a berserker rage, though the latter is extremely uncommon, it has happened once before.