Here's a little background on one of my forst characters in a D&D campaign.The story is pretty long so i won't bore you with whole version.
Way back when Dungeons and Dragons was a pen&paper
rpg, about 12 years ago i had an wood-elven character who was burdened with the task to build up a new tree-village after a great wyrm had demolished his hometown, his father was an elder who's dying wish was that his son would lead his people to fertile lands and protect them and the forest to maintain wood-elven society in the area.
All went well for a few years, untill the Wyrm came back for more, only this time it was't going to leave any survivors, it set the whole town ablaze with a swooping breath attack, as the elves rallied and returned fire with their bows the Wyrm only got even more agitated and turned its attention to the defenders. The elves futile attempts at piercing the dragons hide with their arrows and spears was interrupted by a group of ogres running to the town from the forest, they weren't here to fight (as they are enemies of the elves) they were running for their lives, this could only mean that something bigger and more dangerous was chasing them. Suddenly a roar from the Wyrm, and another one, more distant but close nonetheless, another Wyrm had answered its call.
In the aftermath of battle the young leader woke up from a coma like sleep, only to find out that his entire village was slaughtered even the group of ogres hadn't made it out in time. Blinded with rage the elf swore he would avenge his people and wipe out every last one of the damned Wyrms. Alone and confused the elf wandered through the huge forest, living only off hunting. Untill one day he heard a Wyrm's cry in the distance, his rage was furiously fed by this sound so he rushed forward to see where it came from. After a while he saw a clearing up ahead, the Wyrm he heard was crying out in anguish and furiously pounded the ground around it with its paws and tail, nothing else was to be seen at first, but then as the dragon jumped on a ridge its attacker was revealed, a small but broad shouldered red headed Dwarf was charging the dragon head-on, totally enraged and swinging his battle axe with both hands the Dwarf looked fearless. This sight gave the lonely wood-elf strenght, so he droppes his bow and drew his elven longsword and ran towards the fight. The Dwarf was still raging forward, relentlessly hacking into the Wyrm, as the Wyrm braced itself to jump forward and crush the Dwarf beneath its body the Elf reached the Wyrm's flank and planted his sword in the dragontail with all his strenght. The wyrm cried out and turned its neck to snap its teeth at its new attacker, as the elf was busy dodging the attack the Dwarf saw his chance and cleaved his battleaxe deep into the dragons neck. The Wyrm crashed into the earth bleeding badly, dying. As you probably know Elves and Dwarves don't get along too well, but that didn't stop these two from becoming friends, they developed a kinship sort of like brothers. The Dwarf was Duran of Barad-Dur, chosen Wyrm slayer of his clan Mogrim. I named the Elf djenin, and ever since that campaign i frequently used djenin as a name for characters in rpgs and online games alike. I made the name up and it doesn't really mean anything, but the name kinda stuck on me so i never stopped using it. <img src="/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />
