Character Name: Veon Baelorn

 

Sub Division: Dreadlord,

Physical Description: 5.9, Athletic Build, Average weight. Close trimmed beard with shoulder length Fire red hair and tilted green eyes.

Fashion: Wears well-to-do form fitting clothing. In an obvious attempt to highlight his figure.

Personality: Reckless, Quick witted and very intelligent. His greatest weakness is that he is too smart for his own good, outwitting himself, not following through due to forgetfulness or underestimating others.

Place of Birth: Saldea

Raising: Arad Doman

 

Character History: From his youth Veon was raised to believe that the dark one was dead. Living with his mother in the capital city of Arad Doman Veon felt a sense of isolation due to being a Saldean in a foreign land. Veon was too arrogant and sharp witted to hold down a permanent job for long much to the dismay of his mother. Veon instead spent his waking moments flirting with and trying to seduce Dormani girls at the cities taverns who he tried to impress with his skilled flute playing. Unfortunately for him he mostly came of second best with the girls due to his mind wandering...

He was regarded as someone of a fool but plenty of fun to have around due to his inquisitive nature and the recklessness.

 

One night after drinking a few too many rounds Veon came to the realisation that he, yes he was the best damn dancer on the planet and he didn't care who knew it! After a few choice moves Veon attempted a rather graceful leap, with perfect form. Unfortunately Veon landed square on a uneven floorboard. Tripping first over the board and then over his own feet in a vain attempt at recovery Veon fell flat on his face looking deep into the ... eyes yes eyes of a rather luscious young thing towering over him. As the girls face lit up in laughter he cursed his bad luck 'it hurts by soulburners teeth'. The jovial mood in the tavern died down leaving a sense of tension in the room. Veon, getting up and laughing while dusting himself off exclaimed. 'What are you all afraid of?' The dark one' Looking around the room noticing the fear emanating from the rooms inhabitants suddenly grinned, raised his arms up announcing 'I know let's ask him.' Continuing Veon intoned 'oh Shai'tan oh why are we afraid of you? can you give me a reason hmm?' Holding the position for a few more seconds Veon suddenly let it go abruptly and disdainfully addressed his audience. 'Oh well I guess he isn't going to show. I'm not wasting any more time here.' With that Veon got up and left.

 

After awakening in the gutter where he'd evidently passed out the night before Veon raced home in an attempt to appease his mother to limit the berating she was going to give him he found her dying lying outside the remains of their burnt down house. His mother revealed to him before she died that she had lied to him. His father had died fighting the dark one, who did exist in a trolloc raid on Saldea which is why she moved to Arad Doman to protect him from the suffering she had experienced. At this guilt welled up inside Veon. He felt he had killed her by his foolhardy mention of the dark ones true name. He felt the desire to leave Arad Doman away immediately. Stealing a purebred razor the offspring of a famous racehorse Veon snuck away into the dead of night riding off into the distance, lost in thought wondering on earth he was going to do now...

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