Rorugir is the average size for a isur of his age, stocky and short. His frame is densely packed, weighing in at around 215 pounds. His is skin is a bit darker than most other isur, though his skin is webbed with the customary silver veins. His slim face sports buzzed black hair, with several tints of blue in it. He is also one of the few isur to sport facial hair- a small black goatee, to be exact. His eyes are a deep, chocolaty brown, full of curiosity and wishful thinking.
Rorugir's arm used to be a dark shade of grey, a sign of his allegiance to the Pitrius clan. Following the events and revelations of Spring 512, it has turned a bright, shimmering yellow. As any knowledgeable with isurian lore would know, this is the color of the lost clan Uluth, to which only a few, such as Rorugir, remain.
Rorugir tends to dress simply, in a simple tunic and trousers. He doesn't often wear much else, and the concept of footwear is entirely alien to him; for him, his dense and hard to penetrate feet are enough. |
In the past several years Rorugir has changed tremendously. Once a isur of insatiable lust for knowledge and fame, his ambitions have been tempered by a self-confidence and esteem he had previously lacked. While his pursuit of understanding is still strong, he no longer does it for personal reasons. Rather, Rorugir does it in order to better his kind - the isur in general and the lost children of Uluth in particular.
As for his manner, well, it is as though in discovering his lost heritage Rorugir has finally determined where he belonged. This has evidently brought him some measure of comfort, as Rorugir is much more willing to laugh and expresses himself better.
Despite his newfound assertiveness, however, Rorugir is not a paragon of virtue. He is closer to amoral, actually, serving clan and race first and foremost. In a way, Rorugir has taken all isur into his consideration; he sees them as his to save, and he would take care of them before any others.
However, like most isur, Rorugir holds on to a code of honor. He will stubbornly cling to it even when - especially when - the difference between good and evil becomes murkys. It is a weakness, perhaps, seeing as how he will do anything to prevent his honor from being called into question, like most of his kind. |
Rorugir was born to Klaldir Steelrune and Elianel Hardfist, two of the foremost members of the Pitrius clan. Born and raised within the stony halls of Sultros, Rorugir was a product of Isurian nobility, for it was clearly known that Elianel was related to the lord of Pitrius clan, and that his father, Klaldir, was a well-known Sentinel. Rorugir led a charmed life growing up, never for want of money or supplies or companions. The only child of Elianel and Klaldir, he was pretty much the focus of their lives beyond their jobs and the worship of Izurdin. Rorugir might have seemed to live the good life -a rarity in these days- but if you ask him now, he will say "it was a bit too stuffy for my liking.". However, whether or not he enjoyed his time in the Pitrius citadel, he proved quite talented at Djed manipulation, and early in his life his parents started him along in the magical arts. Along with the wizardly teachings, the more isurian arts of blacksmithing and weaponsmithing also became prominent in Rorugir's lessons. To many, it seemed the young lad would become a Sentinel, or perhaps something more, something great; but something well within the Sultros community. But, that was not to be, however.
Rorugir, like several other isur, grew victim to the pursuit of knowledge. He hungered for more than what was available to him. He wished to go out into the world and find the lost eldritch works of Mizahar, to learn the lost secrets of the world and create some of his own. His parents, however, objected. They didn't want to see their only child leave Sultros for the world beyond; they denied his requests for a suitable amount of money for such a venture, and said that if he wishes to leave Sultros, he would have to do it by his own means. With the tone of voice they had, they clearly never expected to do so. Stung and perhaps a bit prideful, Rorugir decided to call their bluff. Without the permission of his clan, he took what little was his and left the mountain kingdom.
After several months of wandering (and a far bit of fighting), Rorugir was exhausted and a great deal more embittered than the hopeful youth he had been when he left Sultros. After such ordeals, he found himself questioning his true purpose in life, but then, something again would come to change all that. Rorugir found himself in Lhavit, the wondrous Star of Kalea. Clearly, such a magical place would be a magnificent setting in which to start his quest for knowledge, and thus the young Isur set off to find a place to stay and a master to study from.
His tenure in Lhavit lasted three seasons. Though he found home in A Touch of Fire and met many interesting people, the devastating Djed Storm and the vision of it that he received prompted him to return home. When he arrived, he found his mother, dying. With her last breaths, Elianel told Rorugir one, crucial fact; he was not of clan Pitrius after all. Rather, he was a Uluth.
Rorugir disappeared for some time after that. It is unknown where he went, but some say he vanished into the mountains around Sultros. Only recently, in the summer of 513, did the reimancer reappear; he rode into Sultros on his gilding with a new, yellow, arm. Those that were there for his return also speak of the smile on his face. A cunning smile, they said it was. |
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by Rorugir on September 26th, 2011, 2:02 am 
