Thargrin

Thargrin was always a loyal elf. Even when younger he never questioned the order of things. He also enjoyed natures animals. As he grew older, he adopted a friendly deer wildling as his own. They became close and even had a 'friendship'. Shrea became his constant companion and solace for him. Eventually he joins the Oakthorns, the special forces of the elven army, unquestionable loyalty, will take care of any mission for the elven lands, no matter the cost. They maintain the order and give strength to the elves. One day after returning from a mission, he is called to a special meeting. Once he reaches an open clearing he notices a few wildlings, with a handful of Shepards around them. He gets a sick feeling in his stomach, he never cared for how the wildlings were treated, and generally turned a blind eye, as this was part of their society.

As he is called over, he notices one of the Shepard's hands is covered in blood. Looking down, the color drains from his face, and he feels warm sensation of anger growing inside of him. In front of him is Shrea, missing a few limbs, covered with unspeakable devices, barely alive, if that is what you would call it. Thargrin lashes out at the torturer slicing his neck open, he leaps at the other Shepards and takes them on in a bloody fight.

After dealing with the Shepards, he releases the wildlings that remain as they run off in fear. He gently walks over to Shrea's body and sits down next to her. There is a pulse but she isn't aware. He realizes the shaking from Shrea has stopped and looks down. He doesn't know when it happened, but his dagger had severed her spine, taking away her pain. Looking down covered in blood, sweat, and tears, he just sits there rocking back and forth. He hears a scream, it sounds oddly like his own.