Ryfin Chany

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Estevot smiles, looking at the old hag. "Hello! Thanks for the housing." He gives a bow of gratitude before sitting down. He cleans off his glasses before continuing. "I love what you've done with the place. The candles and stuff are quite neat. Anyways I'm-" Estevot face faults and falls asleep, exhausted from his journey prior. When he wakes up, he finds the hag still staring at him. He can't tell if she's annoyed, amused, or indifferent, so he just continues where he left off. "I'm Estevot Heymor, hailing from Hyspia. I'm the son of a merchant and soldier, though mum is retired from public duty. I'm headed to Vortice though. Don't ask me why." The hag doesn't say anything, merely staring at the bubbly teen. Estevot twitches, before caving in. "Alright, it's because I want to DO something with my life. You know how boring it is sitting in a stuffy shop selling clothes and toys and bits and baubles? I don't like numbers! And mum was always going off about 'If you don't want to work in your pa's shop, go join the army,' and I don't want to! I'm not a bloody warrior, am I? Do I look like I can hold a sword? I only got me glasses and the skin on my back right now! Mum wouldn't let me even take any money because 'Struggle builds character' and I don't know what went through her bloody mind!" The hag stares at Estevot, and Estevot feels like he's being judged. "Well excuse me, you asked!" He looks outside to find that he had slept in for...about a day. "OH! I got to get going! Um-it was nice meeting you! Thanks again for letting me stay! Like the candles, thank you, again! Bye!" The young man runs off on the path to Vortice. Whether he knew what he was searching for or not, he wasn't going to sit around and hope it came to him.

Basalt was born in a small village that was quickly destroyed in a conflict that he was too young to remember. His father brought him into the wilderness, and they were stuck there thanks to the conflict still raging about outside. Unsure of what to do, Basalt's father tried to give his son a proper childhood, teaching him how to speak and some basic stuff about life. Unfortunately, Basalt was forced to watch as a bear wandered into the forest one day. Without much time, Basalt was hidden in a nearby tree carved out for this very purpose as Basalt's father confronted the bear. Basalt was forced to watch as his father was eaten alive by the scarred, angry bear. Basalt went into a blind rage, running out of his hiding spot and attacking the bear. The bear did not expect such a feral and equal challenge, and was killed as Basalt grabbed onto it's back and strangled it to death with his bare hands. Not sure of what else to do, Basalt grieved before remembering his father talking about this place he always wanted to go called Sutica. Realizing he had nothing left to do here, buried his father, grabbed his belongings, and headed out to search for that place and a new home.

Ryfin Chany was born in a small, middle class family to Herbu Chany and Morgan Chany in Oropo of the Free State of Sutica, and immediately was sent to an orphanage when his parents were killed in a subsequent fire. He followed in his parents footsteps and worshiped Canonism. He quickly became friends with his other orphans and eventually was forced onto the streets when the orphanage burned down. Ever since then, Ryfin wandered aimlessly, depressed by his lack of luck. On his eighteenth birthday, Ryfin had an epiphany. If he kept wandering, than everything he had lost would be for nothing. Ryfin decided that he would make his mark on the world before he dies. Ryfin eventually got robbed by some bandits in his sleep, being left with only the clothes on his back. After being dealt this harsh blow, Ryfin decided that he would protect anyone that he came across from unjust and unwarranted harm like the kind he suffered.