Born of wealthy blood in a small yet prospering village, Kardeich had all
opportunities set before him in chiseled stone. Both his mother and father
led a successful mercantile business; selling fine foreign cloth, haggled
locally for high prices. At a young age, he was instructed by private
scholars and foreign trade experts intended to lecture him about business.
Since the beginning both parents had plans that, one day, the young man
would assume his role as the business partner. That was never the boy's
intention, however, as he saw appeal in the arts of healing the unfortunate
and wounded.
Every day, for many years, 'Kard' would spend hours watching the local
priest tend to those with ailments. It was as clockwork; the morning would
begin, the academics were concluded, and he would rush to the healer's hut
until dusk. Then, upon his arrival home, receive disdain and scrutiny from
both mother and father until the next morning came. As he grew older and
more assured in his desire, the insults and clamoring were unfiltered. They
made statements of wishing another son, claiming he misused their generosity
through the years. Finally, he was barred from visiting the local healer;
commanded by his father's escort, leading him at all times.
One night, nearing the date that would officiate manhood, his father
summoned him at their manor dining hall. It was time for him to make
decisions about his future and where his commitments would reside. There he
sat, straight across the long table with various seats; awaiting the prompts
of his father. As such, the conversation began with an unsettling stare
from the older and more brutal man: "It is time you cease your stupid
pursuits and join the Delad Trading Company." Came the strict, forward
tone.
The dialogue was prolonged, ripe with demands and snipes of character which
heated every yell. However, the man stood his ground and refused to take
the mantle that his father set before him. Silence came for a few long
moments as the two stared each other down; the air was thick, almost
tangible. "Then you are not welcome here any longer." His father stated,
clear as a cloudless sky. A subtle gesture ensued, following the cold
words, "Remove him from my sight. Cast him into the wilderness."
Without any warning, the two men grabbed Kardeich by the shoulders and
dragged him out of the manor. They left him in the nearby woods, proceeding
to beat and batter him ruthlessly so that nature could do it's deed. Upon
the hardened soil, there he laid broken and unmoving from the assault --
wishing, perhaps, for death. An outcast with no name, no wealth, set into
the land without guidance nor hope to sustain.
"You're no son of mine." The words repeated endlessly; that seething,
biting tone at the back of his head. No matter how far past some events,
they will always remain within the confines of consciousness. Sometimes,
chosen words would scar deeper than knotted blades.
Description:
Bearing a contemptible visage, this tattooed human maintains an ominous
stare. The man stands scraggy, near cadaverous, with ashen complexity;
eluding daylight. Sinister marking, in knifelike imprints, color the
entirety of visible skin. Dingy, charcoal dreads reach the neck-line,
highlighting thick and unkempt facial hair.
Involuntary jerks happen at random, sending anomalous palpitations over him.
Movements are also haphazard; induced by chaotic, unpredictable stirring.
Everything about him reigns as unnaturally disruptive, contiguous of an
enigma. Perhaps the strangest facet is tantalizing eyes, keen with a jade
hue.
A murky, frigid sensation lingers around and taunts the nearby air.