I was born into a family of meager statue, not having much,
hard working and very humble. My father was the towns only
blacksmith creating the finest swords and daggers in the land.
As a child young I was often within the forge with my father,
never leaving his side completely amazed by the heat and steel
being formed into instruments of war. As the other children
ran amuck and sang songs I studied my father's craft soon
perfecting my own weapon making technique. I would spend
hours within the fire pits often returning home covered in soot
and forced by my mother to bathe in the river quite
extensively before returning home for supper. On a warms
summers night I was in my ritualistic bath, I heard screams
coming from my sleepy little village. My town was overrun
by rabid raiders stealing gold, food and my father's precious
weapons. My father flew through the forest into the battle
scene not making a sound. With his precious weapons in hand,
a flurry of death and destruction was carved through the
raiders. Seeing him in action was like watching a mocking
bird flap his wings, steady and poised, but every action so
precise and critical. He arose from the ashes saving his
precious town, but my father lay critically wounded. A
cackling could be heard in the distance as the last raider was
escaping the bloody battle, suddenly an arrow flew through
the sky and sliced through the beast of a man ripping his heart
from his chest. In his dying breath my father begged me soon
to be more than a blacksmith and stand up and protect the
precious citizens of his small town and those oppressed in
near by lands. I headed my father's words and set out on a
journey to find the god Olyn to embrace his quest to holy
salvation.
Description:
The man standing before you is six feet two inches tall. His body is draped in a heavy robe that is a dark green color. The skin on his face is covered in mud and very dirty. The hair on his head is matted down, but very greasy as if it hasn't been washed in weeks. His eyes are nothing special a simple dark brown hue but they appear to pierce directly through you. He has a deep cleft in his chin, lined by a square jaw. His neck has a very long and deep scar almost from ear to ear. His ears are strangely pointy and his nose is sharp. His lips are quite thin and you can see perfect white teeth. His finger nails and toe nails have dirt and grit under them. His shoulders are quite square and his body is fairly muscular.
[reply to Ozaru]