"Well," he began, looking up at the ceiling while he pondered how to begin. There was something disconcerting about his luggage, perhaps how he kept pulling stacks of clothes out of the bag almost as big as the container itsself without it ever noticably deflating. "My mother was a Moon Elf, my father was a Drow Elf," he said a bit uncertainly, seemingly unused to people being interested in his story, "I'm seventeen, and I like most of the stuff you said. Especially literature, I love reading philosophy."<br/>Almost on cue, he started pulling out stacks of books, some by Plato, some by Aristotle, some by Francis Schaeffer, while others were by less 'deep' authors like Orson Scott Card, Larry Niven, Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, and Kurt Vonnegut. "I never had the chance to play many video games, although I always enjoyed them. My parents were very strict about electronics in the house, they're a bit traditionalist. They thought the natural magics were all that was needed in life. Kinda why they sent me here, actually, to learn how to use my powers more effectively. This school is said to be renowned for its ability to tutor specially-powered individuals, elementals, and all kinds of different beings."