Zi-Anorak, Character Menagerie

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A collection of my characters, their important details, and thier tales.


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[shadow=black,left,500][glow=blue,8,500]Byrin Trivani[/glow][/shadow]

Father- Clavold A strong man, he was able to provide for his family though he never really had a lot of money. He tried to keep his daughter from becoming too wild. He understood that a man would never want marry someone so crazy. He had the light green eyes that his daughter so proudly wears, but he had black hair. He always wore a beard, though thin. He was 68 when he died from a strange illness. One known know as heart brokenness.

Mother- Erya She had the flaming red hair that now caps her daughter. She passed away at the age of 53, from a disease that affected her lungs. She had brown eyes, and a loving composure. She had befriended many people within the village. One of her good friends was an elderly woman, with whom she had built a garden with, the woman was named Quinetta. Erya had been the one to push Byrin into cooking. It was her mothers fault that she had gained weight, but her mother also talked her father into letting Byrin leave the village and go to visit their family friend. Her mother died while she was away.

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[glow=Blue,5,500]Aric Smoulderfist[/glow]

As a child he lived within a very small Smoulderfist tribal village. As early as he could remember he had been taught the ways of worshipping the wind deity. The Smoulderfist village was very devout in it's study of the wind's whispering.

During a Trogolodyte raid his mother had been killed and shortly after, during the war with King Shrenk, his father had been murdered. The young Anjan went to live under the Elder of the village. Aric had taken on a great new perspective of the religion of his people as he studied the ways to listen and interpret the wind. Ledestra, the village Elder, was not considered much by many of the other villages, but his heart was true to the whisperings.

The Smoulderfist tribes were soon decimated by the forces of the King. Aric had never before left the tribes of the Smoulderfist, and so when Ledestra had told him to flee, he was reluctant. Aric refused out-right to leave the village and people loved so much. He was out exploring the forest, when he heard the whispering of the wind. He had never before listened without his mentor, but he tried his hand at it. He heard the warning, the urging to run, he felt the wind whip past, trying to pull him along.

Without truly knowing why, he ran, following the urgent pull of the wind. Soon he was lost in the forest, though no Anja could truly be lost with their sharp minds, and at that time Aric had not been poisoned by the way of the humans. On the wind he could hear the distant screams of other Anja. His mind screamed that he should turn back, but his heart pulled him forward. He traveled all that day, until the wind died down, and then he rested as much as he could. The next few days were monotonous as he continued to run with the pull of the wind, trusting it as fully as he had ever done so.

He had been running for five days, until he came across a series of caves. The wind did not pull him away, and nor did it whisper to him as it had so willingly done earlier. He went and took shelter within the caves, as he tried to pull his rattled mind together. While venturing farther into the caves the next day he found a chamber, the walls covered with holes of varying sizes and shapes. The holes emitted a series of howls and whistles, more intricately pitched and toned than any of the piping systems he had used within the villages. There in that room, he worshiped and prayed to the wind deity. Asking for guidance and hope.

Within that tunnel he learned many things from the whispering of the wind. He had secrets that he would never share with another soul, that the wind had decided to allow him to know. One of the things he had learned was how to create his weapon of choice, the Arrowlance. He had lived within that cave system until the age of 18, that was when the wind had guided him away from that cave. He traveled to the city of Hope, the Capital of Shrenk's land. He had learned quickly how to deal with people and thier habits, such as money and such.

He had gotten mixed in with a small theives guild. Within that guild he had learned many hard lessons, lessons that time would never heal. He had killed men because he had been commanded to do so. He had stolen, he had bartered for his life, but he had never fallen away from the wind, his only and true friend. Within the city of Hope, while in the guild, he had never once used his Arrowlance. That weapon was too noticable. He used a fairly large dagger, a sword to his small frame, to do the horrible deeds. Then, the wind had led him out. It had guided him out of the many trappings of the guild and the city. He was merely 23 by that time.

He had then went to the coast hoping to find relief. He found passage on a boat, who hired him for his Aeromancy. He was able to help his employers escape pirates and avoid being boarded many times. He gained quite a name among the captains and sailors. Many wanted to take him on board, to help them escape the dreaded pirates. He always went with the wind, making quite a profit from following it. However, after a very close call with a certain band of pirates, he left the business of sailing.

That was when he had met his current employer. A person of some importance and who always wished to be kept a secret. He demanded the use of the Arrowlance. He wanted to have people not expect what they had coming to them. The strange thing about this, was that the wind agreed. It pushed him to do exactly as he was hired to do. It was strange how it had changed to demand this.

Aric had once run into another Anja, one who had some experience with listening to the wind. When he had discovered that Aric had the power of Aeromancy, he had questioned the wind in which Aric placed his belief. The other Anja had asked him a strange question, "So the wind has guided you from place to place, always leading you in a favorable way? Have you considered that maybe what you want, and what the wind want are the same because you tell the wind what to say? Have you thought that maybe you have demanded that the wind tell you to do this or that? You, my friend, have funneled the wind to fit your direction."

Now Aric has started questioning the wind. He demands that it speak truthfully to him. He has made sure that the wind is not influenced by his power. He tries to listen, but still the whisperings are the same. It wants him to follow his strange employer. So he will, for as long as the wind demands it.