The Hal'Vine Family Tome

Chapter One - The Mother, The Father, The Hunter, and The Druid.

With a name like Hal'Vine you'd assume by the sound of it, they were a wealthy, well to do family. Sadly it was just a surname with the only wealth being the ability to run a general shop, help raise crops, and provide physical labor. At first, it was just Husband and Wife. He was a tall, violet colored man with short, sky blue hair. Handsome, and usually covered in dirt. Fit enough to swing an axe with little skill and looking as if he skips a few meals. His wife, a beautiful young kaldorei, dark blue hair cascading down her shoulders and reaching the brim of her rear end. Blue toned skin adorn with no markings staining her beautiful face. Looking as if she could be a princess when she wore the first, and only gift her husband could ever afford her. A metallic head band with a small, emerald gem in the center. Neither of them were built for combat, in fact they were more in tune with one another and work then anything else.

Soon they would purchase a small home on the outskirts of Darnassus, where they would raise crops and continue to attempt to forge a child together. Taking nearly as long as a full generation of humans to finally be blessed with a small, purple ball of joy. His fathers golden eyes swelled with pride and joy as he whispered to the small boy, "Jorifen." with a wide, thankful smile. They boy would learn to walk, and speak Darnassian at an alarming rate. Intelligent indeed, yet curious as ever. Mostly curious at the copper colored rock jutting from the hill beside their land. Little Jori would climb this vein of copper, pull at the ore that poked from the rock. His father watched from a distance, tending crops as usual, with the knowledge of what he son clearly wanted to do in his future. Soon, Jori would be the age of but a human teenager. Learning to tend the crops of his family, and help his mother with chores. It wasn't until one day when Elune would bless the family with another, yet claim more then it offered in the blink of an eye.

Jorifen's mother would pass on after giving birth to another, purple blue haired baby boy. His father cried from joy and woe. "Drevias." he said behind his fallen heart. Only to pass when Jorifen reached the age of a mere Twenty years old. He would bury his father close to his wife. Sitting there mourning their passing as baby Drev pulled at his ears. Giggling happily and lacking the tragedy that had befallen the family he was just recently raised into. Jorifen couldn't help but smile as he picked up his baby brother.
"Its just me and you now." he told the little purple child.
"Jor-Jor!" Drevias giggled, tugging at the youths ear again with a loud, cute giggle.

While Drevias grew, Jorifen made it painfully obvious that he was his brother. Not his father. Bringing the young boy to his families grave sites every week. Both would sit quietly, not eating, not drinking. Just sitting. Spending an entire day before their parents.

One Drevias was at the age of twenty himself, Jorifen took off. With only the word that he'd return from the emerald dream as a better man. A true Kaldorei, and that he would move his brother and him into the city. In wealth. In glory.
Drevias would simply tend the crops and, when the chores were done, he would travel to the city. His future sealed when on the way back to his home, he found a worn, chipped bow and three arrows. Drevias couldn't sell the worthless item so instead he simply refurbished it. And learned to use it. With deadly accuracy.