MorsWolf

Born to a family of the frontier in the north, Conan had two brothers, one sister, one half-brother, and one half-sister. Bren, the eldest, who was killed defending the family from zombies, Juliana the second, Lawrence the third, Armin the fifth, who died to pestilence at the age of three, and Sibyl. His father, Ernest, was of noble character and a role model for the village. Being the first to aid one in gathering wood or on a hunting expedition and in the end, sacrificing himself with Conan’s eldest brother in defending the family and the village from zombies. Conan was merely two when Ernest and Bren sacrificed themselves. His mother, Elena was a drunkard when able after that, and a seamstress by trade. For as long as he could remember, when no ale nor mead was available, she would often harm Conan or his remaining siblings. Conan knew not what her motivations were for the main scar she had left upon him. Whether for superstitious reasons to keep zombies away, or to block out memories as she looked into his eyes on that fateful night, his mother had given him a corneal tattoo that blacked out his eyes. Additionally, he wears many scars upon his face from the abuse of his mother; from cuts to burns to whole pieces of flesh missing. For that reason, he wears a black mask and grows out his hair to a fringe and wears the hood of a green cloak. Despite the abuse Conan experienced from his mother, he devoted himself to living up to the character of his father, devoting himself to his own betterment and aiding others in the way that he saw fit. He had become a hunter by the age of 13, contributing small game. Though there were little resources to learn magic, he had learned of its existence and wished to learn more at the age of 14. His elder sister, Juliana saw the potential in him and instructed that he leave the village and set forth south for better prospects. At 15, he did just that, leaving for a town with little to his name but a handful of coin and a few days’ rations. He picked up a job as a guard’s apprentice and scoured the city for all its knowledge on magic in the time that he was there. He met his fair share of corruption of the guard and lord to grow distrustful of the benevolence of leaders and set off at 20 for greener pastures. Meeting folk of all walks of life and cultural practices gave him a live-and-let-live attitude as his new goal was to take a pilgrimage to the Cloud Temple of Almaris and seeking out the apprenticeship of mages and wizards to learn and study magic.

Born to a family of the frontier in the north, Conan had two brothers, one sister, one half-brother, and one half-sister. Bren, the eldest, who was killed defending the family from zombies, Juliana the second, Lawrence the third, Armin the fifth, who died to pestilence at the age of three, and Sibyl. His father, Ernest, was of noble character and a role model for the village. Being the first to aid one in gathering wood or on a hunting expedition and in the end, sacrificing himself with Conan’s eldest brother in defending the family and the village from zombies. Conan was merely two when Ernest and Bren sacrificed themselves. His mother, Elena was a drunkard when able after that, and a seamstress by trade. For as long as he could remember, when no ale nor mead was available, she would often harm Conan or his remaining siblings. Conan knew not what her motivations were for the main scar she had left upon him. Whether for superstitious reasons to keep zombies away, or to block out memories as she looked into his eyes on that fateful night, his mother had given him a corneal tattoo that blacked out his eyes. Additionally, he wears many scars upon his face from the abuse of his mother; from cuts to burns to whole pieces of flesh missing. For that reason, he wears a black mask and grows out his hair to a fringe and wears the hood of a green cloak. Despite the abuse Conan experienced from his mother, he devoted himself to living up to the character of his father, devoting himself to his own betterment and aiding others in the way that he saw fit. He had become a hunter by the age of 13, contributing small game. Though there were little resources to learn magic, he had learned of its existence and wished to learn more at the age of 14. His elder sister, Juliana saw the potential in him and instructed that he leave the village and set forth south for better prospects. At 15, he did just that, leaving for a town with little to his name but a handful of coin and a few days’ rations. He picked up a job as a guard’s apprentice and scoured the city for all its knowledge on magic in the time that he was there. He met his fair share of corruption of the guard and lord to grow distrustful of the benevolence of leaders and set off at 20 for greener pastures. Meeting folk of all walks of life and cultural practices gave him a live-and-let-live attitude as his new goal was to take a pilgrimage to the Cloud Temple of Almaris and seeking out the apprenticeship of mages and wizards to learn and study magic.