Viraven was born to two pure middle class Mali’ker in Sutica, who cared for him very much.
A few years after his birth his younger sister was born and unfortunately his parents cared for him more than his sister due to the fact that he was to become head of the family. On the eve of Viraven’s 18th birthday his parents and packed up and decided to leave his little sister behind, and instead opted to move to Helena, and he left against his better judgement.
Nearly a year later, after having dabbled in some Canonism during his time in Helena, Viraven had enough of his parents and felt too guilty about leaving his younger sister to fend for herself, so he decided to once again walk away from him family to go in search of his baby sister on the streets of Sutica.
Ever since then he has been living house to house, couch surfing with friends; or whoever may let him in, in search of his baby sister, he hopes to find his sister soon.
“I come here searching for my younger sister, in hopes that she may have passed through here.” He says as he attempts to glance around the man, as if looking for someone.
Viraven continues looking about before reaching his hand out for the man to shake. “The name is Viraven.” He says with a short nod.
“Might you have seen a young Mali’ker girl? About this tall?” He says sizing his hand at about his waist, to show the height of his sister. “Looks like me- Dark skin, White hair, and Green eyes?” He says slowly getting more and more concerned by the growing crowd- this is evident on the fear that seems to creep across his face.
“Right… I’ll be going then.” He says with a sad look on his face as he quickly disappears into the back alleys of the city, away from the crowds.
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