Mr_Friday

Moriaen was born in a far away land of highlands and steppes, where the air was dry and the heat intense. The villages were closeknit and tribalism was the unifying factor. His mother was one of these natives to the land, a well standing woman. His father, however, was a stranger. Unlike the dark skin and tight curled hair of those around him, Moriaen's father was pale skinned like the clouds at dusk, and he had long, flowing fiery red hair. An oddity in these lands. The father came to stay with the tribe and the mother. Moriaen was born soon after, but as he grew he was to be the strange one in the village. This was not for his looks (for he was not too far off from those around him, other than his slightly paler complexation and blue eyes). Moriaen was considered odd from the rest of the children his age due to his mannerisms and eccentricities. Moriaen was enchanted by the tales his father told him. He heard of the many other realms and legends around the world, for his father was a 'traveling scholar'. As it was explained to Moriaen, that means he was a very well learned man that kept stories in his head and on parchment. But no stories caught his heart more than those of the various knightly orders of Haense. When the other children wanted to play akukulu, he would want to pretend to be slaying a dragon. When his friends wanted to go practice hunting, he'd attempt to ride the goats or pigs as if they were his steeds and chase down the prey. As he grew older, Moriaen grew discontent with his role in the village. He felt as if he needed to go see the legends in life and become one of them. His father and mother attempted to talk him out of it, but he insisted that this was what he wanted. Unwilling to squash his dreams, his father gave him directions, advice, and helped him pack for the long trip. With a loving hug from his parents and a surprisingly touching farewell celebration from the village, Moriaen set off over hill and dale, crossing river and creek, all to achieve his dream.