Ethoriel was arrogant, confident in his intelligence, and his physical skills. But none of that offset his pale skin, pale even for an elf, he was an albino Elf. That and his bad temper caused most people to shun him. But that was okay, because he knew what he could do, he was strong, fast, and smart. And he worked hard at improving his skills. His affliction kept him from being accepted in the Royal Guard, but he didn’t care. He would still become an Eldritch warrior, and show all those who shunned him.
He still followed all of the training for the Royal Guard. He learned all he could about crafting weapons. He trained as a warrior, and perfected his skill with his curve blade. He began training as a wizard, and was progressing as well as any other arcane trainee.
Now it was time for him to go out into the world. Explore the magics that were out there. Prove himself among the humans and the other dregs of the world. And when the time came he would return to his land and show them what a true Eldritch warrior was, and that you did not have to be a perfect specimen to be one.