Bernin followed the way his entire life. Ever since he could remember,
it was always taught that to find ones center, was to take a step closer to
enlightenment. He took these lessons to heart. Given to the monastery, he
was a foundling. Lacking parents, it was either a temple of some god or
another, or the life of a monk. Those who found him elected the latter.
This path suited him, even as a child, he preferred to see the world in
harmony around him, each thing ebbing and changing in its time, like the
tide on the great Dragon Sea.
It was in his young adulthood, that he began to find himself troubled by the
teachings of his masters. They seemed preoccupied by temple politics,
claiming that all paths were as one. This was opposed to every ancient text
and teaching Bernin knew, what he himself had been taught not so many years
before. Seeking to understand more of this, he sought out those from
Darkhaven and Valour, who sought learning under his Master. Each brought
recriminations against the other, claiming foul deeds and hatred from the
other justified the actions of choosing a side. He could not see himself
following these paths, indeed, Bernin could do naught else but find them
repugnant.
Description:
A man of medium build, he has short cropped hair and beard of brown. His
eyes are green and round, appearing large against his pale white skin. The
stance he holds is one of readiness, appearing like a coiled spring,
constantly under some sort of pressure. His height is average, for a human,
not more than six feet. Well muscled, but not bulky, he seems built for
speed instead of power.
