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**Description**

Talkev Fralik is a tall Glade Elf, presumably the tallest Glade Elf there ever was. He wears golden armor with a crown he found from pillaging an old tomb. The gemstone in the center of his chestplate is from a gift from his parents, shortly before they were seperated. He has more opals in other parts of his armor. Besides his armor, he has a black undersuit, and no one really knows what he looks like underneath the armor.

**Early Life**

Talkev Fralik was born on 39 AB and spent most of his early life farming in a Glade Elf settlement in the Emirate of Najer. The population there was around fifteen, so not that big. His parents, Grant and Jhunara Fralik, were always busy tending to the cows and other animals. It was all peaceful. Until that one fateful day. It was supposed to be a happy day, it was Talkev's birthday, and his parents gave him a giant opal the miners had found. Then pirates arrived. They burnt down every building, killing everyone in sight, and stealing every resource they ever had. The settlement's small militia wasn't nearly trained enough, and they either fled or were killed. Then the chieftain came and managed to somewhat hold off the invaders. He took down one before he was shot with arrows and died. The rest of the Glade Elves were frozen in shock, everyone they had ever known was dead. The pirates then noticed the remaining survivors, and fired arrows. Talkev looked around, everyone was dying. He ran down a hill and tripped, which saved his life, as an arrow zoomed right past his head after he stumbled. He stayed where he was for the rest of the night, scared, alone, and waiting for the pirates to come kill him. Overnight, while Talkev couldn't sleep, he heard the pirates walk away, and then he fell asleep gradually. In the morning, he checked on the camp, it was ruined. Everything was burnt, no more food. Then he saw his parents, dead on the floor. The grass stained with the blood of his family, friends, and fellow Glade Elves. He began to refer to that hill as Blood Hill, I think you can understand why. So, Talkev then checked the wreckage for anything the pirates might have left. He found some leftover armor, some food, and some other important essentials, but most importantly to him, he found the opal his parents gave him. Then a sudden realization crept over him. He was the sole Glade Elf from his camp, and from his knowledge, the only Glade Elf ever, he had no idea other Glade Elves existed. So then after scavenging whatever he could, he embarked on a journey to find a new home.

**Current Life (as of returning to server)**

After twenty years of traveling, he found his first home. He was 31. He settled in a bunker which he named, The Bnuker. He stayed there for three years before deciding he needed friends. So he embarked on another journey, and found himself in Kijaro. Thankfully, someone there accepted him in, their name was Mauripika. They became close friends, and they fought together. Talkev became an author and although none of his books were officially published, he still holds some of them in his own private library. He lived in Kijaro till he was ninety years old, then decided to move on. He explored the world but then got a message from someone named Aelfric Ivy to invite him to Aethelweald, home of the Glade Elves in Najer.