Krinsel grew up in Redhorne mountain amongst his jotun kind, he has an
innate ability to use magic. He used this magic amongst his people to help
them in any way he could. When he grew of age twelve his parents introduced
him into a religious culture to help further these magical gifts. But his
parents were not of warm heart like he was they wanted him to follow darkhan
and commune to the God for strength. Krinsel did not agree with this for he
knew his parents intentions of using his gifts for evil. The young jotun
ran away, he fled his homeland in redhorne to take up solitude and prayer in
Valour. He prayed to Ceridwel for guidance and for answers for many years
until one day he knew his purpose. Krinsel knew he would attempt to walk
amongst the heroes of Serin, he would write his own history in light not in
darkness.
Description:
A frosted man stands before you about as tall as some of the buildings
around him. His skin has a light blue color to it and the tips of his toes
and fingers are iced over. He is completely bald and has a perfectly round
head that shines when hit by the sun just right. When you look into his
eyes you see a blackness that is surprising, almost as if two black holes
look out at the world. His teeth are filed down to a point and even though
he wears a warm smile are still intimidating.
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