Velarok comes from the badlands of Solcrata, where the sun scorched the strongest.

A former scientist within a secret lab researching and experiments regarding a beached, dying archfey, the elf found himself speaking to the entity more closely, learning about it's plans to escape the laboratory.

However, it needed a vessel. And so, he was given two choices. To help it escape, or allow it to convince another.

Given it was inevitable, Velarok agreed. One night, as the power to the facility was cut, by the time it was turned back on, both the scientist and the archfey were gone, the creature taking him on a pact as a reward for his obedience, as he ran away from the arms of the organization looking after the fey.

Velarok is a slim, tall male of elven descent. He smells of cigarette smoke and booze, a trait acquired from the lone, short lived moments of tranquility after each grueling shift. Like many of his people, he's covered with dark, cloud patterned tattoos, possessing a prosthetic on his right arm, and his left eye.