Eternity seems like a long time. Endless expansion of life without death. It's within this time where things start to not matter. See, to clarify, I cannot die of age, but I am mortal. I had a father, royalty actually, he abused me and manipulated me, blah blah, insert sob story. After thousands of years it really doesn't matter anymore. I think it's worth mentioning that I'm an elf. Elf wizard. Long story short, I was born into a world teeming with life. Beautiful landscapes, wonderful food and war raging across several countries. At the time I was studying the wizarding ways and had stumbled upon a well to do group of travellers. As a new member of this band of characters we joined the war, well a war. A war against the "Nightmare Lord."(someone's compensating with a name like that...) of course that didn't go over very well, and a war between gods broke out. God's whose help we'd enlisted, God's of chaos, God's or war, bloody mess all that was. Now I call that world "The Fallen World." As a result of the world falling, I was given the curse of eternal life, and planeshifting. I can live forever and randomly without knowing, I will displace into another plane of existence. Again, all that seems irrelevant now, I've lived so long, it doesn't matter. None of it does.
