Resin carries with him a large handbag, tossed around his right shoulder. A large sword glistens on his back. Two letters appear, S+M.
Resin is known to be kind and flirtatious, but like others, he can turn in an instant, and gouge straight for your eyes. His caring attitude is usually willing, and up for anything.
Not much is known of this cordial, amiable man. From stories past, wise nobleman proclaim.. "As the story goes..."
Resin Marhivanna, born to Huka and the late Bahng Marhivanna, (died shortly after Resin was conceived), grew up fast by his mothers side. His mother taught him all he'd ever need to know... so he thought. Learning how to hunt, to cook, to clean, to defend, and to love, helped him grow strong. Years went by, Resin grew stronger, and his mother grew older. Soon enough, washed of all senses, Resin's mother passed away.
Lonely and unable to control what was born within him, a deep underlying secret, that he kept for many years, he unleashed his true self. Some Gods from above rolled, and giggled, while others threw bolts of lightning. He soon became the gossip, the outcast, the unwanted of the land. With his purse in hand, and wig abroad, he blushed his face and was sent on, never to return again.
For many years Resin traveled the many lands looking, and trying to find what he longed for... love and riches of course. Finally coming to a halt in the land of Magrathea, he believes he can find them both...