Joren

[Joren]

Joren Appearance Race: Human, Inarta Gender: Male Age: 24 Years Old Birthday: 87th of Summer, AV 489 Birthplace: Alvadas Appearance: The man stood around five foot ten, perhaps slightly above, fairly broad, not the body of someone who laid about all day but neither someone who had been subjected to rigorous work or exercise throughout his life. His hair was the brightest of coppers. His face seemed stern and grim, until you looked at him and a smile would break out. He walked with the slight swagger of anyone who thought they looked good, beauty was in the eye of the beholder but still few people would call him ugly. His jaw was strong and prominent, finished with a short beard as orange as his hair, with slightest hint blonde appearing on the tips. His eyes were piercing blue, of buried under a thick red brow that didn't confront but rather comforted. Finally his skin was pale, even under the summer sun when it had tendency to redden quickly, with just a splattering of freckles across his face. Character Concept Confident, outspoken, passionate. Those three words sum up Joren best, he is a man with great faith in his looks and skills and little in anything else. At times he may been even be thought of as insensitive but this is not the case, born from two cultural he always felt slightly on the outside looking in so instead of becoming introverted and unsociable he instead came to the conclusion that people liked to divide themselves and group together because they all were insecure individually so Joren in turn acts with brazen confidence. Some people often saw straight through this facade, while with others it took time to truly see the insecurity within him, something he didn't truly acknowledge himself. Volatile and stubborn can also do a good job in nailing this man down in a handful of words. His emotions can change easily within seconds, while his goals can last a life time. He's friendly enough, always quick with a joke or the offer of a drink but so easily that can all change if someone rubs him up the wrong way. That said he is unwavering to those he calls true friends, not the people he meets once a week for a quick chat but friends who have been there through thick and thin. One of the main reasons for conflict with him is clashing ideas, Joren at time can be so thick-headed and unrelenting when he disagrees with someone, often on topics that are above his rank or don't even affect him. His own personal morals are never set in stone, they are much more like the winds in that they can change every day. To him, the idea of seeing everything in black and white is ridiculous, everything is situational and therefore it is best to keep a clear head and evaluate every decision carefully. However, it would help if he could often listen to his own advice, what he may see as situational morals other would see as a clouded mind and judgement that matches. Character History Joren was 87th of Summer, AV 489. His mother Tysha was Dek, a drudge of Wind Reach. Life was tough and short for these workers and she was no fool to delude herself otherwise. Choosing to flee Wind Reach when spring came instead of working herself to death, she prostituted herself in exchange for passage with a merchant caravan. The gods it seemed were either cruel or kind to the Inarta, blessing her with the gift of a child along the dangerous beaten roads of Mizahar. The merchant, a slimy bastard who went by the name of Garrett Johnson wanted nothing to do with her after the news broke, but he drew the line at simply leaving her to die before they reach civilisation. So instead he dump her in the care of a young man known as Markus Tanner, who was one of the many guards who assisted in guarding the caravans. They grew close after that, a romantic relationship didn't blossom, but they became close friends, both being young, alone on the road, and fascinated with the world around them. Both of them remained in Alvadas, forming a strange agreement for Jack to care for the child, but never to claim to be his father as they travelled Mizahar together. From the day he was born Joren was raised in a strange world, a world with no identity and a plethora of different cultures and people, his features revealed him to be a pure Inarta, untainted by the the slimy merchant but it left him estranged in the world. His mother was an unskilled worker, cleaning and labouring to pay for their travels tried to teach him as much of her Inartan culture as she could but his plain human "father" was a fighter and a traveller at heart and passed on his much more, in the eyes of a child, interesting experiences. For a time their lives were fairly routine, move from city to city, dwell in them for a time as they saved up any money they could for safe passage somewhere else. But bones grow old so soon Markus and Tysha wished to settle down in one final place, somewhere they were both stood out. So after settling amongst the Akalaks of Riverfall, at sixteen years old Joren faced a choice; either settle down with his parents for the time being or venture out on his own. He ventured. Unwilling to change his ways he decided to travel through Mizahar, like his parents working his way into merchant caravans, fellow travelers, or even hiring guards if need be. He stayed for various amounts of time in Kenash, Nyka, Zeltiva and by the winter of AV 413, he had stumbled back into Syliras.

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Language Fluent Language: Common. Basic Language: Nari. Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Short Spear 20 SP 20 Novice Small Shield 15 SP 15 Novice Crossbow 10 RB 10 Novice Wilderness Survival 10 SP 10 Novice Riding (Horse) 5 SP 5 Novice Lores Lore of Inarta Culture Lore of Syliras Streetplan

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Possessions -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb -Brush -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel 1 set of plate armor - (Loaned) -Gardbrace -Pauldrons -Vambraces -Gauntlets -Breastplate -Cuisses -Poleynes -Greaves -Solarets -Chainmail Shirt -Chainmail Leggings 1 Light Crossbow (Loaned) Quiver (Loaned) 20 Crossbow Bolts (Loaned) 1 Wooden Metal Core Shortspear(Loaned) 1 Small Round Wooden Shield (Loaned) 1 Shortspear (Loaned) Heirloom: An copper ring that had corroded with age, if one looked closely they would see it was made up of several copper vines entwining each other around his finger. Housing Location: Syliras House: Squire Dormitories Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 Mizas 100 Miza

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Syliran Knights Name: Theron Stalinsa Race: Human DoB: Winter 14, 482 A.V PoB: Syliras Title: Patron Knight Skills: 46 Mace, 45 Shield, 31 Horsemanship, 38 Lance, 34 Investigation, 22 Intimidation, Boxing 48 Gnosis: 1 Sylir Additional Info: A man of few words but plenty of action. True to his family name he makes for an excellent guardsman occasionally seen at the wall or in the main gates. Also known for guarding Syliras at night Ser Theron has made a name for himself as being well established in the ways of war and battle even amongst the knighthood. Shield Points - 0