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Snowflake Grove is surround by snowy hills as far as the eye can see. A small Elfen village rise up in the depth of the hills, most elves liked to stay away from the other creatures in the realm seeing them as unpure beans.
The hill Elves understood that mixing with the outside world was frowned upon but were more interest in stuying the world around them and protecting it. They offend allowed travers to pass though there little village and stay the night.
They were mostly fond of humans, a races that had evolved from there noble race. Humans were weaklings, with rarely any magical gifts, they didn't follow the ways of the elves or speak their natvie tongue. Though somewhere though the bloodlines the humans had been birth and casted out into the world.
There were still elves that came to the village or lived within that couldn't stand other creatures and their fithy cross-breeds. If the high Elves were to get there hands on the unpure bloods they would shorely end there lives.
Though the Evles of the hills alot of them were a little human anyways from breeding with humans over the years. Which made their hearts soften to the there brothers and sisters the humans.
One day the human's would shorely be the death of the elves of Snowflake Grove.
Salvador and Scott were born within this village. Growing-up with their mother and father a peaceful childhood.
Salvador
Born two minutes both his younger twin brother, he loves going on about being older then him and knows best for him even though it’s only by two minutes. Living within an elfish village called Snowflake Grove with his mother, father and brother little Scotty that he always uses to call him. His elfish mother would never disown her two boys, though cross-breeds were so impure and a shame to their people. Seeming that humans had evolved from elf’s years ago, the merger was expected by her people though they were still a little iffy about her human husband.
Learning the magical arts of their mother’s people, speaking some of their mother’s people’s language, fun loving brothers seeking out excitement. They were usually found playing in the flower gardens, playing hide and seek through out the village in was a game they truly in joyed as child. Taking life as it came to them slowly and peacefully, taking classes in archery at school, learning scriptures, history of the world. Salvador took a great interest within painting, he loved painting since a very young age, catching the souls of wild life – trees – beautiful young elfin girls, within this works. Once he’d done a lovely oil painting of a female snow-white wolf and her young milky-white cub sleeping under a willow tree, with rays of sunlight coming through the leaves from the skies at the break of dawn. Never knowing that the cub in the painting would be someone that he would meet letter within his life, someone that would catcher his eyes, he had a soft spot for beautiful girls and sometimes liked hitting on pretty guy’s to scary them for a little fun. If he’d had know that the wolf puppy had been a werewolf he probably would have talked to them at the time. Though that hadn’t been the case and she’d never know that he’d painted her, innless he was to ever tell her that is.
A starving artists looking for inspiration, he decided to travel to seek out new and wonderful moments to paint, convincing his brother to come with him on his journey, he was truly pleased to be travelling with his twin they were very close in deed. Visiting countless towns, cities, villages and landmarks. He deeply lost himself within his work, without noticing his younger brother had lost his way and started travelling down a dark path in life. Sadly to late he relied his brother had picked-up a life of crime, stealing from the places they’d been stopping at to stock-up at over the years and then night he was caught red-handed his big brother had stepped in to save him. Taking the objects his little brother had stolen from him before the towns fork reached them, he told the townie’s that he had taken their belongings and that his baby bother hadn’t know anything about it. Offering them back their objects, giving them apology, he also took a whipping for his brothers doing. Cast out of the town, he was shamed by the town fork but he didn’t care, because his brother was safe and that’s all that mattered to him.
Strangely being whipped from a crime he didn’t commit, made him want to be bad so that his scares meant something, he know it sounded stupid but when you’re good all the time people teach you with hard lessons of cruelness when breaking the rules this he had learned as a child. Though when you’re a horrible, trouble making, mean child and you do one thing good you are always praised. This was something that had always pissed him off, if you was going to be hurt for making simple mistakes then he was going to be bad. The goody goodies were never praised for being angels; it was just expected of them. He found himself letting his brother steal and then found himself following in his footsteps.
Becoming sneaky, well known, smart- thieves. They tricked many people into giving-up their life savings to them and took their items from right under their watching eyes. They were master con-artists, tricking a whole village once that the sun was going to die if they didn’t pay their respects to the Sun-God. Out of this scram they gained seven thousand dollars and a free goat, which was offered to the so-called Sun God played by his little brother Scotty. He swears that he’s brother deserves award for acting, his brother having blessed powers of light he made a very conniving Sun-God. Salvador was also able to sale some of his paints to the towns fork and catch a few new images on canvas. He did some dark arts work for Lord Demander, though didn’t let his brother get involved, making traps for the great overlord.
Scott
Youngest out of the twins, his elder brother was always trying to boss him around for being younger, saying that he had to listen to him since he was the baby, he loved his older brother and looked-up to him. Living within an elfish village called Snowflake Grove with his brave brother, loving mother and beloved father, a very loving family. On cold spring days, going out to the fields to water the flowers and playing games with his brother. The village was a wonderful place to play hide and seek the children’s must loved pastime. Usually picking flowers for his mother and taking them to her in the evening as a gift, he was very caring towards his mother.
Attending classes that teach the ancient arts of the elfish magic’s, learning his mothers tongue by ear and taking great interest in his mother’s culture. Growing-up within an elfish world was a joyful time for the children, they learned many things that normal human child would never know or believe in. Though their fathers world offered many wonders as well… some how it wasn’t the same as embracing magic everyday though.
He envied his brothers skills in painting, archery and being able to talk to anyone without fear. He himself was a little shy, though once he got to know people he was very outspoken, a little rudely outspoken for that matter.
Following within his brother footstep, travelling with him as he travelled around searching for objects to paint, he’d tried painting a long-time ago but it just wasn’t him, he didn’t have the patients. Breaking away from a gentle and peaceful path in life he seeks out more excitement. Living on the edge without his brother catching on at first, he hanged out in bars, clubs, nightclubs, heisting objects from market places and stores. Hanging out with bikers, owning this own motor bike, he was truly the bad-sheep of the family since he’d gotten older.
The time his brother had worked out he’d been stealing, he’d been court by the town fork and his elder brother took the blame for him. He watched from the sideline as his brother was whipped in his place, only to protect him, strangely through he wasn’t yelled at by his twin. He’s brother had taken a turn for the worst and decide to lead a life like his, two brothers world wide thieves.
The weather here is always cold, next to freezing. It offen snow's very heavy and poors with rain daily.
The hill Elves understood that mixing with the outside world was frowned upon but were more interest in stuying the world around them and protecting it. They offend allowed travers to pass though there little village and stay the night.
They were mostly fond of humans, a races that had evolved from there noble race. Humans were weaklings, with rarely any magical gifts, they didn't follow the ways of the elves or speak their natvie tongue. Though somewhere though the bloodlines the humans had been birth and casted out into the world.
There were still elves that came to the village or lived within that couldn't stand other creatures and their fithy cross-breeds. If the high Elves were to get there hands on the unpure bloods they would shorely end there lives.
Though the Evles of the hills alot of them were a little human anyways from breeding with humans over the years. Which made their hearts soften to the there brothers and sisters the humans.
One day the human's would shorely be the death of the elves of Snowflake Grove.
Salvador and Scott were born within this village. Growing-up with their mother and father a peaceful childhood.
Salvador
Born two minutes both his younger twin brother, he loves going on about being older then him and knows best for him even though it’s only by two minutes. Living within an elfish village called Snowflake Grove with his mother, father and brother little Scotty that he always uses to call him. His elfish mother would never disown her two boys, though cross-breeds were so impure and a shame to their people. Seeming that humans had evolved from elf’s years ago, the merger was expected by her people though they were still a little iffy about her human husband.
Learning the magical arts of their mother’s people, speaking some of their mother’s people’s language, fun loving brothers seeking out excitement. They were usually found playing in the flower gardens, playing hide and seek through out the village in was a game they truly in joyed as child. Taking life as it came to them slowly and peacefully, taking classes in archery at school, learning scriptures, history of the world. Salvador took a great interest within painting, he loved painting since a very young age, catching the souls of wild life – trees – beautiful young elfin girls, within this works. Once he’d done a lovely oil painting of a female snow-white wolf and her young milky-white cub sleeping under a willow tree, with rays of sunlight coming through the leaves from the skies at the break of dawn. Never knowing that the cub in the painting would be someone that he would meet letter within his life, someone that would catcher his eyes, he had a soft spot for beautiful girls and sometimes liked hitting on pretty guy’s to scary them for a little fun. If he’d had know that the wolf puppy had been a werewolf he probably would have talked to them at the time. Though that hadn’t been the case and she’d never know that he’d painted her, innless he was to ever tell her that is.
A starving artists looking for inspiration, he decided to travel to seek out new and wonderful moments to paint, convincing his brother to come with him on his journey, he was truly pleased to be travelling with his twin they were very close in deed. Visiting countless towns, cities, villages and landmarks. He deeply lost himself within his work, without noticing his younger brother had lost his way and started travelling down a dark path in life. Sadly to late he relied his brother had picked-up a life of crime, stealing from the places they’d been stopping at to stock-up at over the years and then night he was caught red-handed his big brother had stepped in to save him. Taking the objects his little brother had stolen from him before the towns fork reached them, he told the townie’s that he had taken their belongings and that his baby bother hadn’t know anything about it. Offering them back their objects, giving them apology, he also took a whipping for his brothers doing. Cast out of the town, he was shamed by the town fork but he didn’t care, because his brother was safe and that’s all that mattered to him.
Strangely being whipped from a crime he didn’t commit, made him want to be bad so that his scares meant something, he know it sounded stupid but when you’re good all the time people teach you with hard lessons of cruelness when breaking the rules this he had learned as a child. Though when you’re a horrible, trouble making, mean child and you do one thing good you are always praised. This was something that had always pissed him off, if you was going to be hurt for making simple mistakes then he was going to be bad. The goody goodies were never praised for being angels; it was just expected of them. He found himself letting his brother steal and then found himself following in his footsteps.
Becoming sneaky, well known, smart- thieves. They tricked many people into giving-up their life savings to them and took their items from right under their watching eyes. They were master con-artists, tricking a whole village once that the sun was going to die if they didn’t pay their respects to the Sun-God. Out of this scram they gained seven thousand dollars and a free goat, which was offered to the so-called Sun God played by his little brother Scotty. He swears that he’s brother deserves award for acting, his brother having blessed powers of light he made a very conniving Sun-God. Salvador was also able to sale some of his paints to the towns fork and catch a few new images on canvas. He did some dark arts work for Lord Demander, though didn’t let his brother get involved, making traps for the great overlord.
Scott
Youngest out of the twins, his elder brother was always trying to boss him around for being younger, saying that he had to listen to him since he was the baby, he loved his older brother and looked-up to him. Living within an elfish village called Snowflake Grove with his brave brother, loving mother and beloved father, a very loving family. On cold spring days, going out to the fields to water the flowers and playing games with his brother. The village was a wonderful place to play hide and seek the children’s must loved pastime. Usually picking flowers for his mother and taking them to her in the evening as a gift, he was very caring towards his mother.
Attending classes that teach the ancient arts of the elfish magic’s, learning his mothers tongue by ear and taking great interest in his mother’s culture. Growing-up within an elfish world was a joyful time for the children, they learned many things that normal human child would never know or believe in. Though their fathers world offered many wonders as well… some how it wasn’t the same as embracing magic everyday though.
He envied his brothers skills in painting, archery and being able to talk to anyone without fear. He himself was a little shy, though once he got to know people he was very outspoken, a little rudely outspoken for that matter.
Following within his brother footstep, travelling with him as he travelled around searching for objects to paint, he’d tried painting a long-time ago but it just wasn’t him, he didn’t have the patients. Breaking away from a gentle and peaceful path in life he seeks out more excitement. Living on the edge without his brother catching on at first, he hanged out in bars, clubs, nightclubs, heisting objects from market places and stores. Hanging out with bikers, owning this own motor bike, he was truly the bad-sheep of the family since he’d gotten older.
The time his brother had worked out he’d been stealing, he’d been court by the town fork and his elder brother took the blame for him. He watched from the sideline as his brother was whipped in his place, only to protect him, strangely through he wasn’t yelled at by his twin. He’s brother had taken a turn for the worst and decide to lead a life like his, two brothers world wide thieves.
The weather here is always cold, next to freezing. It offen snow's very heavy and poors with rain daily.
