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Race: Human Birthday & Age : Born on Spring 47, 485. I am 25 years old. Gender: Male
Physical Description
Mason is a bit over 6 feet tall with a frame supporting 172 pounds. The corded muscles wrapping his upper body are the result of constant activity and a disciplined work ethic. Mason has lightly bronzed skin despite long hours spent outside and the color of his eyes tend to fluctuate between blue and green depending on the strength of light. His dirty blond hair, more brown as the days go by, is disheveled, but cut short so as to not get in his eyes.
Character Concept
Mason is a diligent worker with aspirations of becoming something more than a career farmer. He has an easy way with people and tends to enjoy conversation over an ale. However, rather than talking about daily routines, like most of his peers, Mason talks about how he could make more of himself if he were to escape the dirt, wheat, and corn. This might be in part because of the worldly ideals taught to him by his grandfather.
"Everything in the world will eventually be explained, my boy. Everything. We just need to take the time to observe."
Of late, the words from his grandfather were beginning to sprout in his curious mind.
Character History :
Born in the Spring, it appeared that Mason was destined to be a farmer. Besides the fact that he was born in a small medico located at the Mythrin Outpost, Mason's father and his father's father worked the Syliran fields. Clearly, his destiny had been written before he even took his first breath.
Since the first unassisted step Mason could take, he has held some responsibility in operating the farm. As the oldest child of three, he learned at a early age that it was his responsibility to maintain certain functions of the establishment in order to provide for the greater good. However, that didn't stop him from thinking what life would be like if he had been born to another family. In another place. At another time. But his family and his friends loved him dearly. What could be better than that?
Growing older brought about a deeper perspective into the social situation of people living in the Mythrin Outpost . Considering that Mason had never stepped foot outside the farm or Outpost, he grew curious about the outside world. He would often ask questions to his father, but his father would merely dance with ambiguity. When Mason talked with his neighbors, he was typically shrugged or guffawed at. Life in the fields was simple, the fields were safe, and their purpose was rewarding.
One day after Mason's 18th birthday, his grandfather approached him as he hopped off the horse-pulled wagon that transported the workers from the field back towards home.
"I see the way you look at them Knights, boy. What do you think about? Running away to become a Knight?"
Of course Mason had thought about running off to the Castle to serve his region. What self-respecting young person hadn't? Pulling Mason away from the others and moving down a partially deserted road, Mason's grandfather begin to softly speak.
"Let me tell you something, boy. There is more to this world than you know, than you even think you know. You have a gift and I mean to help you find it. You will meet with me at my place every 4th day after your mother has prepared dinner. Let's get on home. Your mother will wonder why we aren't home yet."
Surprised and confused, Mason didn't remember any part of the trip from the wagon to his house. He had never spoken to his grandfather more than a few times in his entire life. Why all of a sudden was he confronted and told about this so-called gift that he apparently had?
As time went on and seasons passed, Mason grew closer to his grandfather. Even though Mason spent long hours in the heat, he always looked forward to every 4th day when he and his grandfather would meet. Mason heard stories about stoic acts of bravery and kindness. Of murder and deceit. Of curious events that even scholars couldn't decipher. Needless to say, Mason was becoming filled with curiosity and imagination. Mason was also becoming skeptical of his grandfathers stories, a possible side effect to other lessons that Mason was learning. Mason was taught to question everything. Not enough to label him a deviant and insubordinate, but enough to dissect truth from lie. Mason was on track to become a scholar, but it intrigued him to know how his grandfather, a retired career farmer, knew so much about the world and appeared to be acting as teacher.
After a particularly stormy night, Mason rose at the crack of dawn to don his work clothes. Grabbing his backpack and two rolls of crusty bread from a basket on the table, bleary eyed and groggy, Mason stepped into the day with the same routine conviction as every other day. With a mouth full of bread, Mason nearly choked as he felt a hand grab his shoulder. Jumping, Mason turned midair and looked directly at his would be assailant. Seeing that it was his grandfather, he relaxed a bit, letting his adrenaline recede. Mason remembered this moment perfectly. It was the moment that changed his life forever. Mason's grandfather looked directly into Mason's eyes and told him that today was the day for him to leave. Mason was flummoxed and couldn't find any words to say as his grandfather turned to leave. Mason decided that now was not the time to leave, he hadn't even said goodbye to his family. Moving towards the wagon that would carry him out to the fields, he put his hands into his pants pocket to warm his hands from the brisk morning air. As he did so, he was startled to feel a slip of paper with an something heavy folded inside. Unfolding the paper, it appeared to be a letter along with money and a strange gray object that looked like a melted ring supported by leather cord. Mason,
It has been a pleasure having you visit me over these past years. I'm finally glad I was able to share with you my stories and hopefully convince you of making something of yourself. Take this ring with you when you leave. I received it from my grandfather before I went on my adventures and so now I continue the tradition. I'm not really sure what it does, but I've worn it for a long time. Good luck, my boy. Don't worry about your family. I will deal with them. Can't wait to hear your stories when you get back.
With love, Grandfather Ellis
Folding the letter back up and placing it in his pocket, Mason put the object around his neck and tucked it in his shirt. Pondering his grandfather's lessons, Mason finally reached the wagon station. However, when he got there, the wagon was gone and already meandering towards the fields. Looking at the wagon then looking at South Kabrin Road, Mason knew where he would be going today. Eating the last of his roll, Mason made his way down the South Kabrin Road all the while replaying the words his father had told him all his life in his head.
"We have the most important job in all of Sylira, son. How would people survive if not for the food we harvest? Best you keep that in mind."
And so Mason held onto his father's beliefs for 25 years. However, it was time for him to move on. There was too much outside of the low stone wall that was his prison that he needed to know about. That he needed to understand.
