Paeix has crawled out from the volcanic ashes of Redhorne. He doesn't
know his parents or how he came to be. He spent most of his childhood
living by himself in a cut out cavern. Foraging off the wasteland around
him he learned to turn to the Heavens for sustained sustanence. Learning to
Commune with a God he managed to make himself small portions of food.
Curiosity got the best of him and he one day turned to the heavens to figure
out who has been feeding him. A shining light came before him not giving
any instruction or saying anything specific, only a small magpie could be
seen fluttering out of the sphere. Without a word spoken Paeix had learned
in that instant who his savior was and continued worshipping them more
deeply. Eventually after spending much time within redhorne he grew and
learned to forge armor straight from the fires of redhorne themself. He
crafted the most beautiful weapons and armor and became a renowned
blacksmith within the local trading market. After some time he longed for
more than the strikes of a hammer against metal, the ringing in his ears
force him to set out to find a meaningful life to live.
A grin that can only be described as mischeavous stares back at you with
a brillance that gleams, putting diamonds to shame. He is adorned in
ceremonial garb only benounced to his kin folk. Upon first glance he looks
as if he has a baby face. There isn't even a slight bit of stubble across
him and he looks to be unaged beyond his teen years. His skin has a slight
sheen to it that makes you curious of to what substance it is made of. One
green eye holds a twinkle in it that gleams, while the other is black
completely showing your reflection back at you.