The life of Breven Deneith began simply, as a troublesome youth in a
backwater village west of Valour. His days were spent shirking his duties,
making mischief that somehow always backfired, and generally just existing,
blissfully ignorant of the world outside his district. News would come with
merchants and the odd traveler, stale news of the world beyond his world, of
wars fought and won, and battles still raging despite years of hostility.
Talk of war always struck Breven oddly, ignorant as he was of the way of the
world, yet something in his soul rebelled at the idea of death courting
those who happened to be in the wrong place, as his understanding extended
only so far as the bare basics. People fought for rulers they would likely
never meet, rulers who sure as sheep need shearing didn't know they existed
beyond the records of tax collectors and census-takers. Yet, these people
would die, for no greater crime than living where the warriors of these
endless wars would choose to fight, living and dying in turn before their
allotted time. War is the cause of the worlds ills, the young man realized,
war is the cause of undue suffering. War is the greatest disease, and short
of an end to all life, a disease that must be allowed to continue... But
perhaps not unopposed.
Description:
Short and slightly mussed dark brown hair caps this young man's head,
occasionally spilling into his eyes, which earns a quick huff of air to
return the strands of hair to its rightful place. Deeply hued eyes, browner
than brown, peer out at the world anxiously, a gleam of mischief waging war
with looks of caution and preparation as he takes in his surroundings. The
smuggest of grins rests easily on his face, a smugness born less out of
arrogance and more out of an inflated sense of self-assuredness.
Davairus 0 , 0 , 0 . You know what else is browner than brown? Dog shit. Like what this desc is Baer 
0 , 0 , 0 . Oh no my feels! :P
[reply to Mikoos]