My past does escape me for there was little good to remember. Apparently my Mother died during my birth, with my father fleeing with another woman. Since then began my life of travel. Jumping from family to family, faces always changing, I learnt to be submissive. Not having the time to make friends was frustrating to say the least.
There is one family that sticks in my mind, Ryan and Tregain.... A nice warm bed, loving parents and a curios cat called Ginger, I thought I had it all.... I was given a lute when Ryan returned from the markets one evening, and oh, was i over joyed. The feeling of love for the first time made my heart skip beats. With Ryan knowing little about the art of music, he taught me only basic techniques and songs...
One night whilst in my bed, Ryan sang to make me sleepy, and being only 11 years old, it did not take long. A storm was brewing outside, with lighting bolts lighting the sky with pure light. CRASH!!!, the door was splintered and Ryan reached for his daggers to defend his wife. I got scared and ran for the store room beneath the house.... Closing the door I could hear thudding on the floorboards and screams of pain. For the first time tears welled in my eyes, for i knew what had happened. Silence fell quickly as the attackers left the destroyed house....I then cried myself to sleep.
Morning came, and i slowly opened the door......Seeing the house in shambles i ran to the front door yelling their....my parents names aloud....but none were returned....The house was empty.
Running to my room i grabbed my only real possesion the lute, collected all the food i could find and ran outside trying to find my parents.....
Days became nights and time seemed to blur. I had lost hope in finding them, my eyes dry from continuous crying and throat sore from yelling. That was when I stumbled upon an eldery man, sitting on a tree stump, singing. That voice sounded so familiar ut did not much the person...so pure was his voice, that I was drawn towards him....
He seemed to know about what had happened to me and he adopted me... Over the years he trained my voice and hands the delicate magic of music, and story telling. Once i was 19, I was ready to enter the world. As a parting gift he gave me two items....a heavily gem ladened lute and also a gold medallion....
I ducked my head so that he could place it on me, and when the gold touched my skin, the medalliong glowed for a brief second.....with tears of goodbye i left the cottage which was my home for 7-8 years.
Since then i have not lost my travelling sense and contiue to jump from town to town have met and made true friends with a few people..
Name: Tian Al'Rowan
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10"
Hair: Short waivy black hair
Eyes: Deep blue
Weight: 75kgs
Build: Thin but toned
Weapon of proficiency: Throwing Daggers
Non-Weapong proficiencies: Singing, Writing, Reading, Mediator,
Advisor, Story Telling