Character profile

Arjoona

Race:

Human

Gender:

male

Age:

48 years

Birthday:

9. Ushos 24 AW

Currently offline

Description of the character

Mystery clouds this tall and slim figure before you. Foreign to this land and easily spotted as such, he seems fully aware of the attention that his way of carrying himself does draw, while traveling through these lands. Still he wears his locks long, open and with a sense of humility and pride, rather like a limb than a numb attachment to his body.

His motions have a swiftness about them that does not suggest haste but an decisive self-awareness.
While talking, he often prefers to keep the other in his peripheral vision, rather than looking straight at the person. While listening though, his gaze appears almost scrutinising.

Story of the character

Arjoona was born into Albarian captivity, as a child of a Serinjah Tribe, that once upon a time conflicted with Albar over resource and territory. His youth was rough, but made him resilient in both body and spirit. He had no possibilities to ever learn how to fight, let alone get hold of as much as a practice sword, without endangering himself or fellow slaves. But planting and caring crops day by day, and tending to the cattle, awakened an early inclination to nature in him.
When reminiscing about those days, he thought himself content with that life. Albarians had little understanding of the nurturing nature that just would not submit to their order, so his talent was easily recognized and utilized as such, so he would spend a lot of time, doing what he was good at and loved. And if it wasn't for the cruelty and day by day abuse by the Albarians, he might have lived on that way forever, in Oldra's grace.

Many suffered under the rule Albarian rule, not only the slaves and the captives, not only the poor, no even in the houses of nobility the oppression of the dominant force of Albar can be found. Still, many soldiers and Warlords do prosper, and thus things stay as they are in Albar, and it is well known in all to the rest of the world how they are.
What few people talk about is the underlying subculture that consequently created itsself in the midst of all this oppression. The world of in the shadows of Albar, where noble's daughters find magic lessons among renegade mages, where cutthroats and thieves are the heros and knights, and whores are treated like warrior queen's on the frontline of a war for survival. In this secret world, that can be accessed from allyway, taverns, parks and sewers of Albarian cities, Ronagan offers his freedom to the daring and the witful.

And among all the pale faces in Albar, Arjoona always felt comfort and safety in darkness and shadow, so his way into his secret world within Albarian walls came natural and without much complication, in spite of being a slave. And when he wasn't still much more than a boy, growing his first attemps of a beard, this society gave him the opportunity to gain freedom, by proposing an offer that would cast long lasting shadows on his life.
After the deed was done, and Albar was behind him, he journeyed the plains for traces of his ancestory. He found a tribe, that he believed to the origin of his mother and stayed with them for a while, trying to embrace his heritage and finding a way to be reinitiated into his culture again. But it didn't last. He was sent away, under the predicate, that he had emerged too deep into Ronagan's shadows, and would cast darkness onto his tribe if he stayed.

From there he went to Gynk, where he joined a group of mercinaries, bandits if you will, as they welcomed his knowledge of plants and animals had use for him as tracker and in turn he used them to get more familiar with a blade. But he soon also grew tired of their brutal ways and very soon after found himself in the Three Realms.

Arriving in Runewick was like a dream coming true. All the knowledge that was locked away in front of him for most of his life, the herbariums, the bestiariums, the history books, were now free for him to explore. Runewick had plenty of fertile Farmland, and soon the people would entrust him with tending to the lands and fields for them.
The nearby woods offered plenty of game to hunt and a big variation of wild plants that he had never seen before. For a while it seemed like he could find himself blessed with a life for Oldra again, but Ronagan's shadow was always present, always waiting for him to run back into it.

His helpful and humble attitude made it easy for him to make friends with all types of people from all races. He also had a soft spot for woman that sometimes gained him more attention than a guy, accostumed to living in the shadow would be comfortable with... All in All Life was very good to him.

Untill Mas in the year 55 ....