Dmitriy's Backstory Work in progress

Adolescence BACKSTORY

Dimi was either found or his parents ventured out from Tabaxialia in/to a land of high elves.
The High elves were very strict in their culture and mostly xenophobic.
after he was found or after his parents died. Dimi was raised by one of the military instructors and his wife.

For most of his early life Dimi was kept a secret although was still instructed in the ways of combat and infiltration, by his adoptive father.
When ever Dimi had to mix with the other high elves, he had to wear tight clothing and his high elven adoptive mother would use her magic to help create a convincing disguise.
Dimi was always confussed about why the instructions of the battle teachings his high elven father followed were not worried about being xenophobic and just being about style and flair in combat.
Dimi found himself to be a dedicated student of these teachings. around the age of 15 Dimi would sneak out to the Dojos and archives, to practice and learn as much as he could, his thirst for knowledge never fully quenched.

One day while in the archives reading up on old tome about ancient weaponry that didnt rely on physical power or finesse to be effective. he was interrupted by a high elf patrol coming into the archives. Thinking "shit shit! how am I going to get out of here? I don't have mum's disguise on". At this moment he could hear a voice as if it was both booming though the empty halls of the archives while and a feint whisper in his head. "I could be of assistance my boy, why don't I give you a taste of my power, and you tell me if you could use it. I too wish to get out of here, to long has it been since my power has actually been used for combat. These high elves have enjoyed so much seclution that all this training and worship with no actual combat is an insult to me. For I am --"

At this moment Dimi cut the voice off. "Okay okay, sure if you can somehow help me get out of here, I shall help you to escape as well, just shut up they'll hear you"

The voice while not liking being cut off, understood there was at least a deal for now. "Very well my boy, have a taste and tell me what you think."
At this the voice became as quiet as if it had never been there, the booming echo stopping suddenly, as the tome in Dimi's hands suddenly turned into an elegant Elven Rapier, that had all sorts of runes, and as a few pulses of light came from the hilt the energy shot up Dimi's arm and completely covered his form. and as he looked down he noticed his hands were not his own.

Catching a reflection in the glass cases of the archives he recognized his High elven father. Spinning around to face his father, Dimi "I'm sorry Father!" but there was no one there. "What?" Dimi muttered to himself. It was at this moment Dimi noticed his voice was not his own but that of his father. Turning to face his reflection he noticed that it was his own reflection. He had taken the form of his father.

"Good isn't it?" said the voice inside his head, "One day you may be this good if it is what you desire, but for now let's go"

By this point it sounded like the patrol was in the building. Dimi ran to climb the wall to the high window that he came in from.
"What are you doing?" said the voice inside Dimi's head.
"Getting out of here" whispered Dimi into the hilt of the rapier
the voice in just laughed inside Dimi's head.
"You don't need to talk into the weapon, we can speak telepathically. But more importantly, I gave you that disguise, don't insult me by not using it. May I suggest the front door. Worry not I'll tell you what to say"
Dimi hesitantly agreed.

After a few minutes of talking to the guards, but them still questioning what Dimi's father could be doing inside the archives at these hours. The voice in Dimi's head said "This is taking to long"
"This is-" Dimi started having at this point just been repeating what the voice was saying
"NO, DON'T SAY THAT YOU IDIOT!!!" The voice yelled in Dimi's head "Fine! We need a distraction, I didn't want to use so much power at once"
At this a little red Imp appeared out from behind the door to the archives, poorly pretending to hide.
"Wait! Get that thing!" Yelled one guard to the other, as the imp leaped back with an oil lantern in its hands, about to set fire to some of the ceremonial tapestries on the walls of the archives. The Imp ran further into the archives as the guards franticly ran after it.

"He's not really going to burn down the archives is he?" Dimi thought.
"Don't worry about that, just go"

As Dimi got to the front door of his house, and ran into his house. He had forgotten he had snuck out and ran right into his father. "Oh sorry father." Said Dimi in his own fathers voice.
"Who are you imposter!" Dimi's father commanded while at the same time showing his great skills in combat and disarming Dimi of the rapier and knocking him to the ground in one swift action.
"oh I like him" said the voice in Dimi's voice fading at the end as the weapon left dimi's grip and the form of Dimi's father dispersing





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Later on in life during adulthood after leaving the high elfs
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"I used to be a traveler from distant lands,
but I found a nice little town that accepted me,
and although I kept to myself living at
the edge of the woods outside of town,
I was always a welcome member of town
and would train the young one's in the way of
hunting and basic fighting. Unfortunately the
old Mayor passed and the new one's values are
ruining the towns reputation so a lot of us
have moved on.

I'm only in the area because I've heard that
one of the kids I looked after is up in those
mines and I've heard there's issues with how
it's being run, and workers are disappearing"