Rian was born in a modest farmstead on the windswept outskirts of a small territory. He was born to a tenant farmer and a woman who died of an unknown sickness before he could form any real memory of her. Rian was taught from a young age by calloused hands how to tend to the fields, handle a heavy scythe with finesse, and most importantly, the value of keeping to himself. When his father passed and his older brother took over the farm, Rian packed his things and drifted amongst the other small farms and villages looking for work. He harbors an inherited distrust of large cities, but still extends a rough but genuine warmth to those who earn his trust.
