Aeryn Weylyn

[Aeryn Weylyn]

Basic Information Race:: Human Birthday & Age:: Fall 38, 494AV {{17 years old}} Gender:: Male Languages Fluent – Common Poor – Zithanese {{Able to interpret various words and phrases, but unable to speak it}} Physical Description Aeryn stands at about 5'11, looming over most others his age, and weighs in at around 148lbs, most of which is made of wiry muscles. He has fierce, vibrant green eyes that usually give his mood and feelings away if one looks closely enough. He sports a head of short, unkempt brown hair that he hardly ever bothers with, and is usually naturally spiked. Aeryn's skin has a slight tan to it, from the time he sometimes spends out in the open air, where the sun bears down on him from above. He has a lean build, like that of an athlete, and is a lot stronger than one is first led to believe at first glance. His wiry build comes from hard labor that he was forced to do for years, gradually building up his wiry frame. Aeryn doesn't really prefer any colored clothing over another, though he can often be seen in darker colors. When Aeryn walks, it is with dignity. He doesn't take crap from anyone, and he tries to show that through his body language. He can often be found smiling, seeing as he is in a good mood for the most part, unless he had a bad day. In that case, that smile turns into a nearly permanent scowl. When he's in a bad mood, he's nearly impossible to cheer up, though it has happened on a few rare occasions. He's also quite optimistic most of the time, and often ends up unknowingly cheering up those around him. Personality Aeryn often viewed as a jokester, especially around his friends. He often has witty remarks at the ready for him to distribute for nearly everyone he meets. He doesn't ever try to offend anyone, however. It's merely a joke, and if someone doesn't have the security to take a harmless joke, they arn't worth his time, or so he thinks. Though he may not always show it, he's actually a big softie. He usually reserves that side for extremely close friends. Instead, when one first meets him, he is often referred to as tough and headstrong, a bit rebellious at times. Aeryn finds it relatively easy to make friends, however, and can often be seen talking with them, or flirting with a young lass that happens to catch his eye. His rebelliousness, actually, clouds his judgement at times. He hates to be ordered around, and usually, if someone tries too hard, they're going to find themselves sitting on the ground nursing a broken nose. Aeryn is also quite belligerent at times, getting into fights quite often. Once you get to know him well enough, however, you can see that he isn't actually all that tough. Once Aeryn makes a promise, or a friend, he is extremely loyal and unyielding. He will do everything in his power to avoid going back on a promise he made, no matter how bleak it's looking. As for friends, he values them above most anything else. He's quite the outgoing person, so he often has quite a few good friends, whom he would do almost anything for. He doesn't tend to simply hand out his trust, however. If you want it, you'd better be working for it. Those that do have it, though, usually find it well worth it in the end. Character History Aeryn was born to a medium-sized farming family that lived near the southern tip of the region of Syrila, near the border with Cyphrus, about 20 or so kilometers from the coast of the ocean. He lived with his mother, father, two older brothers and a slightly younger twin sister. It was quite a hard living out there. When he was young, he would have to wake up early in the morning, before the sun had started its ascension into the sky, and go around giving all the animals their food for the morning. He remembered that his family owned two cows, five chickens, a sickly old draft horse, a goat, three pigs, and two sheep. Quite a wealthy assortment out there. And also a lot of work. Aeryn had to go around and make sure that all of the animals were safely locked away, from predators and thieves alike. He remembers that his family had quite the assortment of weapons at their disposal as well, usually in case of thieves or brigands looking for their next meal or paycheck. His father had taught him to use a sword, in case of such a situation as this unfolded. His father wasn't all that good with a sword, but he knew the basics, and that was usually enough for them. They had actually been set upon once by a small group of brigands, the only time that Aeryn can actually remember that happened. They had simply met the brigands outside, weapons at the ready, and apparently that was enough for the thieves. This small farming family obviously wasn't worth the trouble. That very next morning, however, they found two missing chickens, which they accredited to the brigands and their wounded pride. Aeryn never really got on that well with his brothers. They usually picked on him and played tricks, simply because they were older and he was pretty puny at the time. No matter how much work he did around the farm, he simply couldn't seem to gain any muscles, or weight, in general. They usually went off with his dad, however, to tend the few fields of land that they had, cultivating it and gathering it when it was ready. Aeryn was usually left to the animals. He didn't know what it was, but he seemed to have a knack for dealing with animals. And it wasn't just the animals that lived on the farm. Once, a stray dog had wandered up to their property one day when he was tending to the cows. The dog had somehow injured it's front leg, and when Aeryn had initially attempted to approach the beast, it had growled viciously. After a moment of soothing words and moving slowly forward, he was able to tend to the dogs wounds, which eventually healed up after a few weeks time. The dog, however, wouldn't leave Aeryn's side afterwards. He got on quite well with his sister, on the other hand. She was usually standing over Aeryn's shoulder as he would milk the cows or tend to the old horse. She often helped him with his chores, much to his mother's dismay. His mother was one of those women who thought that young girls should not be out doing work in the fields or with animals, instead that they should be inside cooking or learning proper manners and all that crap. Aeryn knew his sister hated all of that. She was quite adventurous, more so than Aeryn was at the time. She often led him into little 'adventures' in to the surrounding woods. They would spend their days off there, simply running around and plain having fun. Their mother didn't exactly agree with this though. She usually caught them when they came back, all muddied up, and Aeryn was usually the one blamed for it. He often went without dinner because of it. His sister always saved half of her dinner for him when this happened, however, so she would sneak it out to him in the barn. Aeryn got on OK with his father. The giant of a man was a bit disappointed that his youngest son didn't seem capable of much at the time. Aeryn was actually quite the klutz at the time. He often screwed simply tasks up, other than those dealing with tending to the animals. This seemed to make his father angry most of the time. Aeryn often heard his father mumbling as he walked away after Aeryn had made a mistake, and once he caught his father asking the gods why Aeryn couldn't be more like his brothers. Aeryn didn't really care though. He'd much rather be a klutz than be like his brothers. All in all, Aeryn's life at the Weylyn Farm was quite boring, if not satisfying. Aeryn did sometimes wish for something exciting to happen. Unfortunately, he got his wish. One night in the heart of the Summer season, when he was a barely older than twelve, Aeryn knew that something was wrong. Whilst he was tending to the animals, he noticed that they were unusually restless. It wasn't until after he had gone inside for dinner that he found the reason for this. Just as they had sat down to eat, a shrill shriek could be heard outside, a sound like nothing Aeryn had heard before. It chilled him to the bone. He had hoped it was one of the pigs shrilling, but he knew better than that. That was no animal. After clumsily grabbing for his sword, he rushed out into the warm night behind his father and brothers, noticing his mother ushering his sister further back into the house, much to her protests. As rushed out into the night, he looked around wildly for a moment, fear building up inside his chest and making it difficult to breath. After a few seconds of allowing his vision to adjust to the darkness, he saw what had made the sound, and his heart had dropped like a stone. High above them, silhouetted against the dark night sky, were at least five Zith, floating above them and letting out shrills and cries that hurt his ears. He knew they were no match for these creatures of nightmares. And he was right. Within no time, he found his wrists shackled together and felt himself being dragged along by one of the beasts. He was bleeding from a particularly nasty hit to the head by the blunt end of some weapon, and after that everything was a blur. All he can remember is the image of his father collapsing in front of him, two nasty looking arrows protruding from his chest. He also noticed his oldest brother fall from the onslaught of one of the Zith, and he couldn't see his other brother. He figured they must have killed him as well. By that point, Aeryn was frozen from shock. That might be the only reason he is still alive to this day. He also witnessed the death of his mother, struck down as she ran from the house by a particularly nasty looking female, or what he thought to be female, Zith. It was at that point he lost consciousness thanks to a blow to the head. When he next awoke, he found himself in a strange cavern-like area, which he later discovered to be the Zith colony of Xy. It was there that he spent the next four years of his life enslaved to a particularly nasty female Zith, who seemed to enjoy causing him suffering whenever she had the chance. One day, when he got the privilege of being taken above ground, he managed a very intricate and difficult escape from the colony. After he finally found his freedom from their clutches, Aeryn had no idea where to go. He figured his entire family was dead, though he still held the small hope that his sister had made it out alive. He remembered a brief image of his home and the barn burning as he was being dragged away, so he knew that he couldn't go back there. Instead, he decided to travel north, to Syliras, to try and start anew. And, perhaps, he is even contemplating joining the acclaimed Sylirian Knights, if nothing more to get revenge on the Zith that murdered his family, and perhaps even one day find his sister, if she still lives. Training Weapon (Sword) 25/100 {{15@RB, 10@SP}} Unarmed Combat 15/100 {{15@SP}} Hunting 10/100 {{10@SP}} Ranged (Bow) 5/100 {{5@SP}} Farming 5/100 {{5@SP}} Wilderness Survival 5/100 {{5@SP}} Lore Zith Culture (SP) Religion of Tyveth (SP) Equipment and Possessions 1 Set of Clothing xxxxxxx- Red cotton shirt xxxxxxxxx- Black leather pants xxxxxxxxx- Black leather boots xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx- Long black cape with hood 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: 1 Set of Toiletries {{comb, brush, razor, soap}} Food for a week 1 eating knife Flint & Steel Longsword x Shortbow (20) Shortbow Arrows Family Heirloom: An intricate bracelet given to him on his 12th birthday by his sister, which he wears on his right wrist. Ledger +100 gm (SP) - 15gm (longsword) - 30gm (shortbow) - 1gm (shortbow arrows) Total: 54gm Thread List Winter, 511AV 4th Day of Winter - Welcome to the Big City [Open]