(Just want to preface this by saying I'm a former player from 2018, I think the last time I played was around Asulon or Anthos. I lost my original MC account with the Mojang wipe and can't retrieve it but I got the bug to return back and RP. I was already whitelisted before but figured it wouldn't hurt to make a new character to get accustomed to the newer lore. I'm excited to return and see whats new and I hope I'm not mixing up new lore!)
Ras Kalaran was born among a lesser-known Farfolk people who roamed the dense southern jungles beyond the reach of most established nations, a structured and disciplined culture that followed ancient migratory paths through the wilds. His people were renowned hunters, tracking and harvesting rare beasts whose furs and materials were traded along distant routes, often finding their way into the markets of greater Farfolk nations such as the Sovereign State of Hyspia.
Raised as the second son of his tribe’s chieftain, Ras knew both comfort and expectation from an early age. Among his people, the firstborn is groomed to lead and preserve tradition, while the second is sent beyond their homeland to gather strength, knowledge, and influence. Where his elder brother was shaped to inherit and preserve, Ras was honed for something more uncertain and trained just as intensely, if not more so. For he was expected to walk among foreign peoples and return with knowledge his homeland did not possess. From youth, he was taught as both hunter and observer, learning to track and kill in the deep jungle, while also instructed in speech, posture, and perception by his mother, who prepared him for the people and cultures he would one day face beyond their lands.
At the age of fifteen, Ras was sent from his homeland with purpose, entrusted to walk among foreign peoples and return one day as a man capable of elevating his own. His journey first carried him into the wider lands of Aevos, where he began to learn the ways of distant peoples. As the world shifted and migration took hold, Ras followed the tide into Azuras, where he now walks among the Descendant realms, drawn toward the Empire of Man, seeking to carve a name worthy of both his people and his own ambition.
Ras’ brow lifts slightly as he regards the old woman, one hand rising to gesture toward himself. “Expecting me?” he repeats, a note of quiet skepticism in his voice. His gaze lingers on her for a moment longer before he slowly scans the dim interior, taking it all in before lowers himself into the offered seat “I come from lands far beyond this place,” he begins, his tone steady, “from jungles untouched by the hands of most men.” He leans back slightly, one leg crossing over the other as his eyes return to her, sharper now, more intent. “What I am to make of myself is yet to be seen..." There is a brief pause before a faint, knowing smirk touches his expression. “But you claim to have been expecting me,” he adds, voice lowering just slightly. “So tell me… what is it that you believe you see?”
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