Light slowly crept into the sides of his eyes, how had he gotten here?
Loreik, ran through the previous days' events in his head as he laid in a
heap in the dark Seringale alley. He had always pondered on the true
meaning of evil and good or darkness and light. Was it truly an evil if the
bread he lifted from the baker was to feed his hungry brothers and sisters?
Apparently the guards thought so when they spotted him making the move.
He was born to a pair of refugees from Timarin, he has lived a very unique
lift to this point. It has been a life filled with both kindness and
suffering. He has both witnessed and experienced the kindness of a stranger
while also seeing one of his kin steal a much needed loaf of bread for his
family. This is when his eyes really started to see the world, and when a
new understanding filled his life. It would be an understanding for the
importance of balance throughout the world, and how tipping the scales in
one direction or another could have dire repercussions upon the denizens of
Serin.
Without darkness, there would be no light and the same could be said for the
latter. Without light, would there be a shadow casted upon the ground?
This balance is what drives Loreik, walking the lands and doing his part to
make sure the scales do not tilt heavily in one direction or another. This
balance is what continues to help Serin thrive, and ensure that the realms
of man continue to forge on.
Description:
Glossy snakes of jet-black dreadlocks cascade from the scalp of this
halfling. You can barely see a pair of rounded ears through the thick mass,
the serpentine locks mostly obscuring them. Tanned to a dusky brown, his
build is heavily muscled yet possesses a seemingly feline poise. Bright
mismatched eyes sit inside sunken sockets, one violet and the other blue.
He has inked numerous blood-red runic patterns around each eye, spilling
outwards from the sockets. A dark, unkempt beard grows freely from his face
unrestrained, the mangy nest of hair sprouts in multiple different
directions.
