For 15 years he had a friend, family, and home, He took an interest to music and legends from a bard at the local tavern. Though he doesn't talk much about his past, be it his sister Venris, whom passed away, or his friend Sai, who left mysteriously one day. He always claims to be from Curon, and he currently resides in Avalain. He left his home town after the local tavern shut down, with nothing and no one left that he knew, he set out to find the next legend or story for himself. through his early adventures he became skilled at fast sword combat though he is not strong, and through a bit of luck and “interactions” with local gangs, he learnt how to lie and trick his way to wherever he needed to go. He realised that if he was to find the next legend, he might have to create it, be it about himself or even if he just put the right person in the right place at the right time. He donned his white mask, with the purple eye, and while he wears the mask, he call’s himself Requiem. Due to the nature of the things he did, he also got on the bad side of many gangs and criminals, some of whom still try to hunt him to this day. And even though he thinks better of it, he still keeps looking for his lost friend Sai, even though he knows his search might lead him to what he doesn't want to know. Requiem, the bard who chases myths, the bard who fights with sword and song, and the man who lost everything. And so he resides in a small tavern, in the city of Avalain, hoping that one day a hero will walk through it’s door, not because he needs help. But because he knows that all legends had help, they all had someone who lived to see the sacrifice, or was just there to support the hero, without ever talking the spotlight. Kell was an extra in other peoples stories, and he was OK with that. Though he did intend to help all he could along the way, he would never try to win a war, or slay a dragon, not by himself at least, and so long as someone else got the kill.
**Kell walks up, in his coat, not wearing his mask, examining the area, keeping an eye on the locals. He checks his personal items twice, and hands the captain of the ship a bag of gold, before stepping towards the source of the voice.
“Rather direct don’t you think? I shall answer nonetheless. I come here seeking conflict, or thieves, perhaps even upcoming adventurers, not that i think you actually care. And on that note, perhaps you can direct me to the nearest tavern?”

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