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Aeirn Vryndîr
Race: Kerasoka
Class: Ranger
Background:
Not always a man of such grim views and ideals, Aeirn was indeed once a young, bright eyed elf with a love and fascination for nature and the botanical sciences, countless days he'd spend studying what flora he collected, looking at its whatever innate properties it held as well as more mundane aspects shared among other such specimens. He'd go over texts and write his own musings down in various journals to perhaps one day be famed for discovering a new species of plant, perhaps even being remembered for his contributions. Indeed it was a happy life he led, simple in many ways but not one that would give rise to the man he is today.
It was when the reign of Bhelest began and his dominance fell over Khy'eras like a plague that his life changed, magic sparked a rift through Elven society and no more could he simply be the famed botanist he dreamed of being. His people were called to war and to war he went, taking up the bow and the blade along with many of his kin to fight the undead legions, so perhaps one day, he could return to the life he had now left behind.
He saw friends die, loved ones leave as his society fractured into two tribes. Yet the newly named Kerasoka was the tribe he belonged with and so he stayed behind as the Lumeacia departed. More and more the war took its toll, turning the once bright eyed young man into a battle-hardened pessimist; and now with the Kerasoka being stripped of any magical prowess, were losing, and badly. Beaten back, time after time, the legions of Bhelest seemed never to stop; comrades continued to fall left and right, only to be brought back, and flung against former, friends, lovers and family.
What good was a world that could breed such evil, such unnatural beasts. He had time to reflect as the Kersoka sought refuge with the Fae of Ajteire, as they formed a pact, one that survives to this day. He found himself becoming disillusioned, how could his people simply give up the fight? There was plenty of undead still out there, they should have been taking the fight to them, ridden the world of such abominations.
He decided to move out, gather who he could and form a band of roving mercenaries, with the ultimate goal of ridding the undead from Khy'eras, where ever they lay.
Key Notes:
- Travels a lot
- Heads a band of mercenaries/undead hunters
- Plays off happy characters and other races well
- Very much prefers the outdoors to cities
- Contract work
- Hunting down undead
- Being held up by him and his group
- Studying flora
- Anything else I can't think of!