SEVERAL HOURS LATER
An elf awakes, distraught by the lack of sleep, though it seems he is more disturbed by the contents of his dreams than anything else. After several moments of hiding from the sunlight peeping through the cracks in his walls, the elf stirs, and begins to prepare not only his body, but his mind for the day ahead. This day is an important one; this day is the first day of the rest of his life.
He stands. A cursory glance around his humble abode reveals a decent amount of information about this fellow. On the walls, we find a CALENDAR with several dates marked upon it. A pair of BOXING GLOVES lies nearby, And a final glance would yield the PICTURES and NEWSPAPERS, framed and set above his location of slumber. On the floor, we find a BED, as much as it could be called such. A CANDLE and a CUSHION rest nearby, while a RUG, a CHEST, and a TABLE reside on the other side of the room. On the TABLE is a NOTE.
But, we're getting ahead of ourselves. We've hardly had any introduction! This man, the Elf, has gone by many names: Quicksilver, Thunder Fist, the Crimson Hand. These were but stage names, disguises and personalities adopted over many years of conquest and combat in the ring. These days are over, now. We need something a little more... real.
What shall his name be?