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Name:
Raen Tyrance (you can pronounce that as -rain-)
Race:
Mother was human; Father is unknown.
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Slight build, with ebony-colored hair that reaches to his jaw line, often held back by a thin strip of leather. His eyes are an odd shade of violet-blue, piercing or cloudy depending upon his mood. A small, almost unnoticeable scar runs from his left eyebrow to the cheekbone. He wears a white tunic loose on his frame, black trouser pants and light rawhide boots. Raen also has a dark hooded cloak, should the weather call for it, and weathered leather gloves that are cut at the knuckle so that his fingers are free.
Weaponry:
Pair of black-silver scimitars crossed on his back, a shortsword at his hip and a dagger in his boot, as well as several throwing knives.
History:
Raen’s mother was found near dead, along a nigh forsaken path in a lesser-known forest by an adventuring poet, who rescued her and brought her and her unborn child to the closest village in Alteran. There, it was attempted that to nurse her back to health, but no hope was found and so they were forced to deliver the baby— Raen. His mother died moments later, murmuring with her last breath the word which the midwives would name the child. He has long suspected that she had meant ‘rain,’ calling out to the god of storms. The identity of his father is unknown.
Raen was raised as the blacksmith’s second apprentice, born premature and not expected to excel in any skill, as believed by his quiet and unaffected manner. However, he eventually became the smith when the elderly Master retired. The other apprentice, from a long line of heritage, never forgave the outcast for besting him, and held a grudge for several bitter years.
And then the smithy was destroyed, on a dark and seemingly starless night. It is unclear how that mystic azure fire began, and how the roof and foundation collapsed so suddenly (if Raen knows, he certainly isn’t telling anyone) When, three days later, the devastation was finally cleared, Raen’s rival apprentice was found dead in the wreckage, and Raen himself was barely alive. When he was nearly healed, (by no act of generosity, I assure you) the townsfolk accused him of murder. But as they attempted to capture him, the same blue fire leapt up at them, and so Raen escaped, accursed and spiteful, to Tonter.
Now, he roams the land, alone, in search of something that only he would understand. His expertise of swordcraft is, as yet unmatched, although he might wish to find a challenge, and his tongue is even sharper than his blade, even though he rarely deigns to speak. He would seem shy or even conceited, but when he does choose to speak, such charm could coax a star from the sky.
He has not seen the blue fire since the night that he left, and still wonders what it was.
~Non-LotR~
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Last edited by Enyalië_Vandarya on February 14th, 2006, 11:50 pm, edited 4 times in total.
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