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EZRUS
Level 1 Human Ranger
Ezrus was born in the Kalvarian city of Tythus to a mother and
father who worked diligently to grow crops in the hard soil they had once
thought to be such an incredible bargain.
He barely had a potato sack to wear for clothing in those days and
often had to fend for himself. Wild
spirited and independent he always seemed to be a thorn in his parents'
sides. He despised their
willingness to just work their worthless ground and their mindless daily
drudgery. Even the local township was largely of the opinion that the he
was no good. He was just too volatile.
With age came the looks of a handsome, albeit free spirited
individual and Ezrus fell madly in love with the daughter of a wealthy
landholder by the name of Serina.
He was forbidden from seeing her on several occasions but risked her
father's ire continuously as he took every opportunity to grace her
presence. The odd part was that she
returned his affections, though it could have been merely that she was
rebelling against her father.
In late summer the two agreed to meet in a small wooded area
not far from her father's lands.
She arrived there shortly before sunset and waited for some
time. Delayed by a run in with the
local brothel owner whom he had apparently openly insulted he made haste to
their meeting spot only to find Serina bleeding, nearly dead, with her
clothes ripped indiscriminately.
Without needing to think he carried her limp form back to her
father's estate where she was promptly taken from him and he met the fists
of one the hired hands. He quickly
blacked out.
He awoke to find himself stuck in the bud of a deep ravine
bleeding, bruised and all but wishing he were actually dead. Skulking through the meadows, fields and
sparse trees he returned to his family's farm only to be chased off by his
own father as his mother ran for the guard or local law.
Whatever it was his parents' thought he did, so did the rest
of the town. He was greeted with
similar if not more hostile reactions from anyone he tried to contact.
Giving up, he wandered away from Tythus unable to fathom what
had happened but resolute in the feeling that there was nothing he could
do, at the moment.
Not long after, finding that his skills were ill suited to
surviving on his own he joined up with a military unit in Ardock. Several years of service, troubled
though it was, taught him a few things.
The unit he was in called itself the Eagle's Talon, even branding
it's own members with a tattoo upon the back of their hands. During his
time with them he also learned to hate Orcs. After two years in with this
group his luck turned yet again.
The group separated from their commander, turned on a
seemingly lone Elven girl. Their
brutality and savageness struck a chord in Ezrus and he killed them all beginning
with the two who were watching with wicked smiles upon their faces. Those two he caught by suprise. The four remaining were not so easy but
one of them decided to keep hold of the girl. One of three remaining soldiers used his axe to decorate Ezrus'
face with the scar he now wears. In
the end they were all dead. Two
younger soldiers who happened upon the scene turned and ran in fright but
Ezrus helped the young Elf and quickly exited out into the wilder lands
heading to the borders of Kalvaria.
Were it not for an old Elven ranger who took pity on him and
listened to the story of the young girl he might have been hunted by more
than just his own. After a time
spent with this man of the wilds he realized he could never return to
anything he had been before and asked wholeheartedly for the Elf to teach
him. And so he has spent the last
six years doing just that, among the people and forests of the Kilgaul
Empire.
He will sometimes act as a guide for those who are unfamiliar
with these lands.
Summary: He still
desires to know what happened Serina but also realizes he will likely be
hunted if he returns. Perhaps he
still is hunted or known of. He is
the last surviving member with the tattoo.
However, he does not regret his actions as those men will never be
able to commit such vile acts again.
The boy has a fairly serious
attitude and sometimes a temper to match.
Ezrus stands around 5 ft. 9 in. tall. He is perhaps 26 years old though his
body tells a different tale. His
skin is dry and leathery from years beneath a harsh sun. His bright yellow eyes seem to look out
from within some sort of dried husk.
Reddish brown, thick hair sprouts from his head and grows in all
directions like long strands of thin wire.
At times it even hangs in front of his face. A thin scar runs from beneath his left
eye, down across his lips and ends just beneath his chin. Over one shoulder is slung a quiver and
bow. In his belt rest a rapier and
an ornate dagger. As he grips the
hilt of the rapier you notice the tattoo of an eagle's talon on the back of
his hand.
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