From young growing up in a poor monastery, he was a rather pitiful child.
Never caring to follow the doctrine set and eating more than his fill of
food. He was always picked on and never fought back. How could a worthless
child that was fickle and never trained challenge those that tried harder.
He did not mind though, because that was his lot in life. He was happy to
fill his belly. Until he could not stand it no more. On this night, he
could take no more so he made those that picked on him pay. For what he did
was so bad the monastery abbots had no choice to expel him. His banishment
was rather harsh for one so young. In his exile he grew stronger, his body
grew tougher and his mind sharper. He came back to his monastery, one day
before he decided to set out for distant lands. Upon arrival to his
monastery, he saw the changes. The place he once grew up briefly was no
more destroyed beyond recognition into a crater.
Description:
Upon the sight of this undoubtable male specimen, you first see his soft,
bouncy, curly, sandy brown hair atop his head. With slightly pointy ears,
stretching back up into his hair. His face is oval with pinched lips and
large eyes. His rather large eyes, are a dull gray color. His frame seems
to look like the average commoner seen about the streets. The most notable
difference are his hands. His knuckles look to be rather enlarged as if
broken but healed several times.
