Noric

Intro The land of Ladonia is home to the mythical races—elves, dragons, orcs, and everything in-between. Noric belongs nowhere within it. Born of two worlds, he carries the blood of humans and night elves. His human side grants him the rare ability to walk freely beneath the sun, unlike his kin who must dwell beneath the earth’s shadow. Yet his gift is a curse. To the night elves, he is tainted, his bloodline diluted and unworthy of their dark, ancient halls. To humans, he is too strange, his pale skin, sharp features, and unnatural eyes marking him as something other, something to be feared. Neither side would claim him, and so Noric grew with bitterness in his heart. Rejection shaped him, hardened him, and taught him early that trust is fragile and belonging is rare. But when the world cast him aside, it was the ice elves of the north who offered him shelter. Among the snowbound mountains and frozen forests, he was taught to endure, to fight, and to survive. Their ways became his ways, though he always remained an outsider, even to them. Now grown, Noric walks the lands of Ladonia as a wanderer, unbound by loyalty to any people or king. He carries the cold of the north in his spirit and the solitude of shadow in his blood. His path is uncertain, his destiny unclaimed, yet his heart burns with the quiet fire of one who will carve his own place in a world that never wanted him. For whether among humans, elves, or monsters, Noric knows only one truth: he belongs to no one.