The third-born(Or fourth, depending on who’s in the know) child of the Shiansach clan.

Born and raised in the quiet town of Duilliúr in the city-state of Iadlian to the local Tiarna and his wife, Owain Shiansach was never destined for great things. His eldest brother was the heir and apple of his parents eye, his elder sister was dutiful and married early, and his youngest sister was the family darling- A position that the young man was never able to claim. He was, plain and simple, somewhat unnecessary. A morbid, sobering thought that he never wanted to face.

So instead, he took his unique position as a lease to do as he pleased.

Without the pressure that weighed heavily on his elder siblings, Owain was left to his own interests and desires, and flaunted his youth and good looks to all that would give him the time of day; Finding partners was never hard when blessed with beauty and status in good measure, his craving for attention of both the positive and negative varieties pulling him farther and farther away from home.

It was the eve of his forty-third year that put an end to his wandering, and in a place that the young man hadn’t considered despite its proximity to his birthplace.

Reluir, city-state of dark elves. Where the rich and noble walked high above the rest, dark skin uncovered as they flaunted their beauty. For the first time in his life, he was among like minded people, a feeling that brought a new thrill to every day, that drove him to derive new sources of pleasure among the grand cathedrals and citadels of his people’s stronghold against the world. It was perfect. It was here he could forget about his nigh-nonexistent responsibilities and simply laze about as his fancies took him, the stipend that he got at the end of each month his family’s thin, mediocre way of saying that they still cared, despite what they actually meant by it. It was a comfortable life, alas, but not the extravagant one he had left.

For a time, it was life, sheltered from the rest of the world.

Until, after years of messing around the towns and cities, the unthinkable happened. The war that was going on, that had seemed so distant from the reclusive Reliur, finally burst to life.

For the first time in his life, Owain was forced to pay attention to something beside his own life; An utterly alien sensation that he justified by making it once again about himself. He finally had an important choice of his own, in face of this war that threatened to split apart his homeland and the place that he had chosen to care for. He could actually do something that had meaning, and prove to the world what kind of man that not just the third child of the Shiansach clan was, but what kind of man Owain was.

So he did exactly as he felt he should, without hesitation.

Caring more about his own personal situation than that of his family’s interests, the young elf simultaneously proved his loyalty to the Queen and protected his comfortable lifestyle by providing as much information about the terrain of his homeland as possible to the invading Relan forces. His family, notoriously lackluster in providing support for either side of the war, made no effort to reward or dismiss their youngest son save cutting the moderate allowance, leaving the Flaith to his own devices in Reluir. He had made his choice, and for good or ill, he would suffer the consequences.

As of now, he's cut off from his parents and their stipend, well and truly away from his family for the first time in his life- The money that he'd never cared to save dwindling quickly. A myriad of possibilities lies before him; But none will ever allow him to get back to what he once had.