Micheal returned from school one day to an empty home. His parents went out, and never came back. After numerous failed search parties, Micheal was put up for adoption. He became the adopted son of the elven captain Demarcius — Liam’s father. He moved from Hundan, the great dwarven capital, to Neverton, a small, heterogenous village, sharing a room with his elvish adoptive brother. Micheal could not have been more different from Liam. He was a dwarf, a race famously hated by the elves; he was loud, outgoing, physical, and cared nothing for literature or philosophy.
Surprisingly, Micheal and Liam still got along fairly well. They both received instruction from their father in the ways of combat. When he died of old age — a rare death for an elf — the two of them joined expedition units, traveling the realm and fighting in battles that had little to do with them. Their greatest struggle, however, was domestic. When the Ravi destroyed Neverton, their village, they entered into a very personal war against a universal enemy. As the older of the two, Micheal made it his duty to protect his brother, whom he treats as if he were his own blood.