History

Navon was born the 9th son, and youngest child, in a farmer family of 5 girls and 8 other boys. They lived on the edge of the Forest of Con Cuisto near Rin Caad. While normally a farmer’s family needs all the children they can get to help with all the necessary chores, the question will sooner or later arise, "who inherits the farm?" Indeed this was the very subject Navon’s parents were faced with on his 17th birthday (the first day of Ombra (78 ADT), as they had faced many times before, and were to face for some few years later. However, it was no less immediate for all the hindsight this log puts it into. Though many of Navon’s older siblings had moved on by then, having become apprentices in various skills in Rin Caad, there were still a few who wished to stay on the farm. Navon was not one of them.

Nor did he wish to become an apprentice for any of the other trades in the city. In truth, he had been given the most menial tasks all his life and had grown weary of such drudgery. This was not to say he didn’t love his family, but that he was of that age when a boy feels he must journey and explore. This did he tell his parents when he overheard them that day marking his birth.

His parents, Amald and Partra, were both relieved and saddened at this news. Being parents, they were worried about what would become of their son, but neither would they hold him to this land if he did not wish it. Indeed, it removed another from the line of children they thought would want to inherit the farm. After some further discussion, Navon decided to leave that spring, after the first planting had been completed.

The day of his journey arrived, and after carefully packing his belongings, Navon said his goodbys and then left, heading toward Rin Caad to stay with one of his brothers-who had agreed-for the day. Even though he had left early that morning, it was not until the sun was set to fall below the horizon that he found his brother’s home. Many times had he been to the city, but this was the first he had ever travelled to another part besides the Market. The streets all seemed to twist about each other, and he had become lost more than once. He had heard stories of people who robbed others, but this was the first time he felt it could happen to him. It was not something he was comfortable thinking about.

The next day found him about the city once again, this time accompanied by his brother, Kanle, so he would not become lost. It was during this trek when they passed the Roug Headquarters for the city. Navon of course had heard of the Roug. What little child *hadn’t* heard of the brave men and women who helped protect the country from the Demons of the Netherrealm. Such stories were the life of a 5 year old, and it had been no different for Navon. (ooc: Of course the counter to this would be all the little "the Demon King eats naughty little children" type things. It’d make the Roug sound like super heros. ;)) And it was the memory of those stories which prompted him to walk into the headquarters that day.

What he saw was nothing short of bland. There were no heads of demons adorning the walls. No men in gleaming silver armor standing ready to smite the evil which surely walked the land. The closest anything came to such grandeur was the rather worn tapestry of a battle depicting the Roug vastly outnumbered against the hordes of Demons which swarmed about them. It did not inspire confidence.

His hard walking boots made a soft tocking against the hardwood floor as he shuffled his way further into the main room, slowly finding himself drawn toward the plain desk at the far end. Behind it lounged a white haired woman, reading a book and smiling to herself. She was oblivious to Navon until he was only a few steps from the desk.

"May I help you?" Navon remembered the voice vividly. It scratched in her throat, and it was the first time he noticed the scar running down her neck. His mouth had opened, but he was too shocked to speak.

The woman smiled kindly at him, though he remembered it as more of a grin. "Not like the stories, eh kid?" Navon shook his head, feeling it safer if he kept his mouth shut. "Well, we may not fight demons every day, but there’s always some excitement to be had. Since you’re here, and I have nothing better to do, would you like to come on the rounds with me. Maybe see a unicorn or two?" Navon had only seen the stunning creatures from a distance, and then there had been more than a few people between them. He had already decided that he did not want to become a Roug, but there are few chances to see a unicorn up close, perhaps even touch one. It was a chance he could not pass up, and so nodded his assent.

It should be noted that by now, Kanle had left his brother, assuming that Navon did wish to become Roug. He would never know how utterly wrong he was, and yet be so right.

The tour of the compound served only to reinforce Navon’s first impression. The walls were plain; the rooms sparsly furnished. As they walked down the long hallway where the doors led to boarding rooms for the Roug stationed here, they would occasionally pass a Roug making his or her way on some chore. While some appeared clean, as they neared the stables, they become more dusty. The only thought Navon had now was to see the unicorns and then leave. He thought of it as something he could tell his parents and siblings when he decided to return from his wanderings. That changed when he finally met the noble beasts.

Though on the outside they appeared horselike except for the horn, Navon realized their intelligence the moment they looked at him. It was something the stories had always mentioned, but at that moment he realized they could never describe the truth behind those eyes.

He could not bring his legs to follow the old Roug as she continued through the stables while greeting the ‘corns, and she was halfway down the rows before she noticed the boy was not with her. Turning back, she waved to him. "Come on, lad. Perhaps I can cajole one of these louts to talk with you while I continue my rounds. That is if they’re not too busy sleeping the day away!"

It was nearly too much for Navon. Here he was, allowed not only to see them, but perhaps even /talk/ with one? There wasn’t a kid who didn’t dream of one day talking with a unicorn, Bonding with one, but most grew up realizing the dream would never come true. Something inside him felt wrong. It felt wrong to be able to so easily talk with a unicorn. There needed to be a special reason; he needed to be one of those special people, but there was no reason, and he wasn’t special. Just some farmboy who thought he could impress his family by telling them how he saw a unicorn up close. He wanted ran back the way he came. He felt very ashamed of himself.

{{Well, I wouldn’t want to be a bore.}} Navon’s jaw dropped as he heard the "voice" in his head. {{I guess I could be persuaded though.}} It was obvious the ‘corn was talking to the Roug, but how he could hear it, Navon did not know. Had he thought that was to be his greatest shock, he was wrong. The unicorn turned to him, and with that same quiet voice asked, {{care to join us? We were just discussing some of the latest events about the city.}} Navon could only nod.

He didn’t notice when the old Roug never returned. In fact, he didn’t realize he had been talking with the unicorns for the whole day. That is to say, he talked once the shock wore off. Indeed, that first night, he slept in the stables, it being too late to return to his brother’s, and he had been too uncertain about asking for a room from any of the Roug. The unicorns were more than happy to have his company that evening, and the next day they encouraged him to speak to one of the Roug about joining, though it did take much encouragement.

Some weeks later, he arrived at the Academy, the date being 22 S 95 ADT. The only class in which he excelled was History and Mythology. He was never terrible in any course, though he needed some extra tutoring when learning the principles of magic. Luckily, he had no skill with such powers and so was able to pass with fair marks. He enjoyed playing Field Puck immensely, and turned out to be one of the better players, if not the best. He attempted art, but found his hands fumbled the brush more often than not, and after that first summer, gave up the attempt. Durring the first winter, he attended the meditation classes, and while he learned the basics, never felt the need to learn more. In truth, he tried everything at least once before he finally graduated, and there is not a person to be found more likely to have a knowledgable opinion on such a diverse range of subjects.

Description

Born the 1st of Ombra  in 78 ADT, Navon is in excellent physical condition. His light brown hair complements he tan skin and blue eyes. At 6’2", he is of average height among the male Roug.

While he enjoys reading, he believes that personal experience is the key to greater knowledge. He will never give his opinion on a subject of which he has no knowledge, preffering to state his ignorance instead. Always his views and opinions are based on his own experiences, and he will be the first to encourage others to try something before making assumptions.

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