Kymier grew up in The Princedom of Caurost to his mother, Ratha Jonala, his father, Orym (All NPCs). He also has a sister who is 3 years older than him named Vaeri. He grew up in a nearly extremist Ramasarian household that was incredibly strict on both him and Vaeri, punishments varied. Unfortunately for his parents, Kymier was a rebellious kid. This stuck with him while he grew up and as he became a teenager and continued to find his independence, conflict between his parents and him only became more frequent. By the time he was an adult, he had left the Princedom and now travels from place to place trying to find a place where he belongs as well as finding himself. Kymier is now considered to be a Wanderer and is areligious. He has completely cut off contact from his family and does not typically follow traditional Mali’ker beliefs and practices, though sometimes he does so unconsciously due to the way he was raised.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
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Kymier stares at the old woman with his eyes slightly squinted and his arms crossed; as if he is analyzing her appearance to deem whether she is ‘safe’ or not. He raises his eyebrows and widen his eyes, letting out a long exhale as if he had been holding his breath for a whole minute. He seats himself on the soft cushioning, his posture laid back and his arm resting on top of the backrest. He looks down, towards his legs “ehhh, Zkyr… my backstory…?” He sighs to himself before looking up at her, his head still tilted downwards. His voice is clear and warm, though perhaps a little groggy. “Well, I’m from Caurost… my mother and father still live there, but I don’t talk to them anymore…” He rubs his eyes before resting his shoulders on the table, leaning forward. “I have a sister, Vaeri, but I have no clue where she is…” He continues. His sentences are disjointed, much like his thoughts they are all over the place. He clenches his right hand into a fist and rests his chin on his knuckles, looking up into nothing. “As for what I want to make of myself…” his right hand’s fingers tap the table in a wave-like sequence. “Hmmmm... I want to be reliable. If you need somebody to do some sort of job, I want to be somebody you can rely on.” His voice lightened up in tone just a tad bit, “though, I truly just want to be in some sort of community… I’ve been by myself for so long, it gets a little lonely out here sometimes” His voice toned down a little as he spoke. “Sorry, that- that got really… emotional.”
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