Bio

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

I’m a Brandobian as much as anyone else, but growing up I found not everyone shared that view. At about six feet I’ve grown to be a little taller than most – at least in my homeland, and it made me stick out in my youth. Blue eyes aren’t overly common and the dark tone of my skin sometimes drew criticism. I shouldn’t feel uncomfortable around the color black (I know it’s just a color) but I do. My mother says it’s just a carryover from childhood teasing, but I’ll probably never be rid of it.

BIO:

The mercenary life isn’t what I thought it would be. If you can find work (and stay alive) you might be able to make some coin, but there’s no reward beyond that. I left Brandobia to find some purpose beyond just surviving. I thought a sellsword’s life would provide that, but it didn’t, just more opportunites to risk your life for nothing more than a few shiny pieces of metal. I’m not afraid of death, just death without meaning. Pointless death is a waste of life. I’m going home now to see my family and do some thinking. I also plan to visit a close friend who became a priest in the Halls of the Valiant shortly before I left. I know virtually nothing about religion, and the priesthood wouldn’t be for me, but he at least has found his purpose. And it seems a noble one. Perhaps he’ll have some advice for me.