Born and raised in the Kingdom of Curonia, in the outermost parts of Avalain. The eldest of two siblings. Son to a soldier of the Curonian military whom served during the war of the two emperors, in which he was severely wounded and tended to by a young maiden from a middle class family, which furthermore he wed and devoted to. Trained since youth in swordsmanship and archery. Studied architecture and literature whilst eventually aspiring towards knighthood after his father’s retirement. Is a follower of Canonism by part of his family, with no actual interest or devotion. Aided in the reconstruction and improvement of the kingdom alongside his brother after the war, whom decided to take after the lands of his mother’s family. Never connected with people more than what would be considered a superficial level, as the rest of the townsfolk would always be wary of his family’s name and not associate with him often due to his father’s association with the military. Embarking to distant lands after confiding his goal to his brother, he departed in search of a place where his name would not be cause of hesitation and could make something more of a life lived between feudal wars and solitude.
“Greetings sire.” He serenely said while lifting his head and giving an amiable gaze. “I have come to make a new name for myself and serve the people of this city or where furthermore needed.” Gesturing towards his sheathed sword, secured with a crimson lace, which also covered the sword’s platinum guard with his family crest engraved.“I wish to find a place to belong and make of myself something I can deem worthy of the life bestowed upon me.” Diligently delivering his hand towards him. “Furthermore, pardon my manners, Rowan S. Mistvale. A pleasure.”
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