Rezren Basic Information Name: Rezren Race: Human Age: 20 Birthday: 51st of Summer - 492 AV Physical Description Rezren stands proudly and carries himself in an almost knightly manner. A perfect posture, graceful composure, and fearsome gaze mark him as a determined and driven individual. He sports two piercingly green eyes, which add to the severity of his glare. His eyebrows, a bit lighter than his dark brown hair, are broad and large. Rezren’s hair curls down over his brow and nape with a wild unkemptness that serves as the only physical proof of the youthful and childish elements found in his mind. His stubble-covered jaw line is defined and forms a broad chin below thin lips. His sharp teeth give him a fearsome grin that seems to make him look possibly more intimidating while happy than when angry. Rezren’s facial hair usually appears messy and short, as if he intended to be clean shaven but couldn’t find the time to shave, but really is conscious decision in order to look older. Rezren stays in athletic shape. With long toned legs and a slim, defined torso, he is above average in height. His arms are fairly muscular compared to the rest of his body with an assortment of scars on his right arm and upper right shoulder. Other scars can be found on his sides, and these are generally worse than the ones on his arms. Rezren has troubles sitting completely still and will constantly fidget unless thoroughly engaged intellectually. Rezren’s clothing is more practical than stylish. Everything is fitted well and appropriate for Ravok’s temperatures and characteristics. He carries his sword on his hip and a large steel shield on his back. Rezren doesn’t wear any armor and prefers the freedom of movement its absence allows for. Rezren likes to wear greys or browns as they tend to be more subtle. Rezren often wears less clothing than those around him because he tends to run a little warmer than most. Consequently, he also doesn’t mind the cold as much. Character Concept Rezren tries to be emotionally invincible. Sadness is really just experience and experience should be turned into strength... This belief comes from an unfortunate past of broken dreams and hopes. Despite Rezren’s philosophies and greatest efforts to cope, he constantly suffers from the shattered expectations. He tells himself that he shouldn’t be depressed and that he isn’t sorrowful, but regrets still plague him mercilessly. All of the aforementioned traits collect to make a person who is often outwardly and inwardly confident and secure but prone to outbreaks of depression, doubt, and confusion. The sublimation of the repressed negativity often takes the form of internal strife, but creating an invincible emotional shell is impossible. These internal negative sublimations often leave him irritable and unfriendly. Rezren values information and knowledge more than most others. He sees it both as the most powerful weapon and the sturdiest shield partially due to intelligence gatherings past role in his survival. Rezren goes and gathers information daily. Intelligence gathering is like breathing to him. He inhales facts and exhales information. Hunting valuable and rare bits of information has proven to be rewarding and valuable. It is both a hobby and a job for the young man. The quest for knowledge is just a part of a greater desire to find a sense of purpose or self. Ever since his childhood dreams were shattered, Rezren has searched for a purpose. His thirst for knowledge is all in the hopes that he will discover the “right” direction or “true” purpose. He has come to the realization recently that perhaps information is the purpose, but such a conclusion offers little solace to a yearning soul. Rezren has a very childish personality in many ways. He has a tendency to romanticize and dramatize situations. The mundane task of a bodyguard would be transformed into a knightly duty to protect his liege. Rezren is aware of these manipulations by his imagination, but he tends to enjoy them rather than avoid them. Role playing and twisting situations is the only reprieve from his past and the disappointments life has stacked upon his conscious. It offers an escape from the life that really has caused a great amount of strife. A dislike of other races has been fostered in Rezren’s heart while living in Ravok. His purposeless life has left him fairly impressionable. Any strong opinions or feelings shared by people around him will often be mirrored to some degree in his own beliefs or behaviors. Similarly, Rezren will often align his own personal drive with particularly driven individuals around him. In this way, he is fairly clingy to those with strong wills and hypocritically opposed to those without direction. Similarly, a dislike, birthed from jealousy, of magic and its practitioners has taken root at his very core. Character History Rezren was born in Syliras during the summer of the year 492 AV. His earliest years were fairly perfect. His father provided the family with more than enough money through his import business. While the father worked tirelessly every day until sundown, his mother taught and took care of him. At night, the family would gather for dinner and eat until thoroughly content. Sometimes his father would leave for weeks at a time, but he always came back with fun stories or trinkets. Every day seemed better than the last. Rezren would go to work with his father some days and meet all the strange people that he considered friends, peers, or colleagues. They spoke in hushed tones and often excluded the boy from their conversations. Sometimes the conversations would be excited and other times they would argue violently. After a few years, Rezren’s mother tried to teach him magic of various sorts. She tried to teach him Auristics, Hypnotism, and Morphing, but such pursuits apparently did not suit the boy. Rezren couldn’t even manage the simplest tricks or abilities that his mother had so clearly mastered. His failure revealed a darker side of his mother. The happy and loving woman grew cold in during their training sessions. At times, she even struck him out of frustration. He never blamed his mother. Instead, he blamed himself and magic in general. His father never questioned the bruises. Rezren gathered that his father knew exactly what was going on. He tried to spend more time with his father in order to escape his mother’s judgments, but his father was going on more and more trips out of the city. He just wanted to be a knight. He would dream of being clad in armor and riding a mighty stead into battle. Rezren found other boys as he spent less and less time at home. They would play together and act out being a regiment. They even found a small, scraggly tree to be their proxy Windoak. When his mother found out about the knightly aspirations, she was furious. She had hit him before, but it was the first time that she had beaten him. As blow after blow fell upon his pale, innocent body, he heard his mother weeping miserably. For weeks after that, she shackled him to the stove until his father returned. Rezren’s father was equally angered by his aspirations of knighthood. They decided that leaving him shackled was the best option until their son came to his senses. In the end, Rezren wanted nothing more than for the knights to kill his parents and free him from the hell his home had become. His wishes came true… partially. A shady and veiled messenger slipped into their home one evening and passed a letter to his mother before silently slipping out. No words were exchanged and the courier didn’t even glance in Rezren’s direction. His mother read the letter and cursed. Before he knew what had happened, the boy had been unbound and pulled halfway across the city. The details from there are a little obscured and confusing, but they ended up on the road to an unspoken destination that night. They traveled for a long time. Rezren’s mother made sure to make following them a daunting task. They doubled back many times and switched from caravan to caravan as often as possible. Sometimes they would head towards the sunset and other times they would be traveling towards the sunrise. At night, Rezren’s mother would curse quietly to herself and strike the boy randomly. He remained as silent as possible during the entire ordeal. The destination came into view one foggy evening. An entire city jutting out of a lake like a mountain unfolded in front of him. They crossed the lake to the city after going through some security. Once in the city, Rezren’s mother navigated the streets and bridges familiarly. They arrived at a large home, which his mother had a key to somehow. It was nicely furnished on the inside and resembled their home in Syliras. In the days that followed, Rezren hardly spoke with his mother. The only information she would give him was that the knights had killed his father and that the home in Ravok is where he had been traveling so often. His dreams of being a knight had come to an abrupt end. The knights had killed his father but left his awful mother alive. He didn’t know whether he should hate them or thank them. A part of him still wanted to be a knight… valiant and strong. Another part wanted to destroy the knights for what they had done. A child can’t help but to love his parents after all. The Ebonstryfe became an obvious contrast to the Syliran Knights. Their presence in Ravok offered a sort of hope that he could still be a knight… of sorts. The moral code of honor, justice, and truth that he had so fervently tried to live by in Syliras was blatantly defied by the followers of Rhysol. Rezren started to wonder the source of his admiration for the Syliran Knights. Was it their strength of will and fortitude? He began to think that it was perhaps the knights’ power that enamored him. If so, the Ebonstryfe could easily fulfill his yearnings. Unfortunately, he just couldn’t bring himself to attempt to join. This was partly due to clinging to his knightly morality, but also partly due to a deep fear of rejection. His hope couldn’t be taken from him if he never tried, and hope is the emotion that keeps Rezren sane. Rezren’s mother grew weak in the coming years. Their relationship didn’t improve, and they hardly spoke despite Rezren taking care of her daily. Her anger slowly turned into a quiet disappointment. The fury in her gaze turned to sadness as her health began to deteriorate. He did any job he could get his hands on in order to get the medicine his mother needed. Rezren sold off almost everything in the house until he didn’t have any place to sleep but the floor. Eventually, his mother died. There was no touching reconciliation or last words. When she passed, she didn’t change her expression in the slightest. Rezren’s mother just kept glaring. The house was sold and Rezren was forced onto the streets. He lived on the streets for longer than he’d care to admit, but mercenary work began to pay for meals and shelter. It wasn’t glamorous but it was the closest to being a knight he could get. Between mercenary jobs, he became a contact for an unknown intelligencer. While he never came in physical contact with the man, he would find letters slipped under the door to his room or handed to him by strangers. The directions were always straightforward and simple with no obvious effect, but every request had thanked him for the execution of the last and had a small sum of money in it. Rezren became fond of the mysterious stranger. Ravok had offered no companions for the mercenary contact and his intelligencer employer was the closest thing he had to a friend. Through letters and assignments, the stranger guided and taught him to be more effective and gather information in more complex ways. Contact ended with the stranger abruptly. The loss of the employer was equally as devastating as the death of his parents. A shield with a note saying, “Farewell my knight,” was left outside his door one morning. The handwriting was unmistakable and the message haunts Rezren to this day. How could the stranger have known of his youthful dreams? He had been careful to omit anything regarding his past in the letters to the intelligencer due to the possibility of him being a Black Sun agent. Perhaps it was a joke or maybe the intelligencer was particularly skilled at their job. The answer can’t be known, but it haunts Rezren relentlessly. Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak/coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel 1 Cold Iron Short Sword Scabbard: Badly Damaged Heirloom: Large Steel Shield Housing: An average sized, single room apartment with a bed, table, a couple chairs, wardrobe, and complimentary chamber pot. Ledger
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