Iryn was born to a wealthy family who lived high atop Mount Saidian.
From his alpine perch, he could look down upon the realm of Serin with a
longing, curious eye, while the eye remained focused on books exhumed from
the extensive library of his parents. Day after day, night after night, he
watched and he read. So it went until he became lord of the manor. Rather
than manage the affairs of the estate, young Iryn set himself on a different
path. He released all of his wealth and set about finding every last drop
of knowledge to be found in Serin.
A tall, graceful, birdlike humanoid is here. His feathers are long and
streamlined, almost giving the appearance of a field of grain. His broad
wings are large and majestic, no doubt the result of near constant preening.
Each of his limbs are long and thin, yet muscular. Two blackened eye
crescents frame wondrous blue orbs that don't appear to miss a thing.