Drofanel from the southren Woods

Drofanil grew up in the lower caste of an orgying Evlish clan in the sourthren woods. Being of the lower caste, he had to repeatedly witness his mother being raped by the clan elders in what they called: spiritual rituals. During these times he found solace with the animals in the wood and through making music, learning how to enchant animals through his lullabies. He knew little of his father, except that he was a powerful man who came from the Northren lands. When Drofanil got of age, he incited a rebelion to overthrow the aristocratic elders, free the proletariate and redistribute wealth. The rebellion failed and Drofinil got exiled.
  After banishment Drofanil went North to make name for himself, so that he can return one day and inspire a new Elvish uprising and instill a communist regime in which all are equal. To gain reputation, he is in search of a beatifull gender+ and a mythical creature which can meet its end at his hands, two of the most respect demanding accomplishments in the clan of Drofanil.
  On his travels through the kingdoms of men, searching for powerfull allies for his quest, Drofanil discovered alcohol and fell victim to its rozy bliss. One night while he was drunk and low on money, he got swindled out of 5 grams of Elven ganja by a Dwarf named Thormun. The authorities however, did not seek to punish the dwarf but rather tried to arrest Drofanil for the possesion and distribution of illegal substances. Drofanil managed to escape and decided to take his loss, but this event inspired a hate of dwarfs and lawmen alike. Little creepy hairy bastards.
  Equiped with bow, arrow and lute, Drofanil now follows his horse over the plains of Belem in search for glory and powerfull allies. So that one day, hopefully before running out of Elven ganja, he will be able to return to his woods, free his people and orgie from dusk till dawn.