Mirzam was born under the green star on the elven calendar. The life of an elf is a long one, and the century i have been alive has taught me much. i am Mirzam the wizard, and my training into the art such an eye opening experience to a great number of things.
I was sent off to train at an early age so my skills would develop to that of a master arch-mage, in human years i reckon that be around 50. my father, an arch-mage himself, had many friends who practiced the art and a lot of clout to get them to apprentice me. he would have done it himself but he was noble who had his hands full helping the elven princes in guiding the fate of my people.

I was sent off to the islands of the fallen stars and lived with the magus Aovern. he was the most brilliant man i have ever met. any question i ever asked him he somehow knew the answer to. he was fluent in many languages, knew everything there is to know with the history of our people and beyond, most important than any other editions was his knowledge of things magical. his house was a very wonder itself with mirrors that saw far off places, things that acted of their own will, instilled with his magics, and his laboratory willed with items so magical that i had to shed my eyes to even look at them. i was not allowed to touch anything mind you, but being there in his place of power was marvelous.

When i left there the rest of the world so small and mundane, never have i seen anything even close to the kind of marvels i beheld there. in fact, the world seemed so dead of magic compared to my experiences there.

i continued my practices, so i could help the people of the forest where i come from until one day the druid circle called me. they told the story of how my half brother, Seth, was captured. he was one of my closest friends when i returned from my apprenticeship, which lasted longer than his live i would often joke with him. i needed to save him and his friends, some distant cousins of mine, through him. so druid friend Walt and i went off to find him and save him from a fiery death by the hands of the black robes.

compared to the people he met when he was learning the art of magic, everyone else seems somehow less enlightened and less intelligent even. he only trusts those who believe in his art and respect it.