Naredak had lived a simple life. Nothing too fancy as he had finished
his initiate's training at the monastery and then forced out into the world
to travel and further on his path to enlightenment. He often found himself
attracted to stories and songs of times now past; enjoying them as he
committed himself to perfecting his martial arts. He heard word of a
collective of people who were dedicated to creating such stories, as well as
hosting a number of parties and other things to do. The idea intrigued him,
as he had always tried to help others, and thought this would be a good
chance to help others enjoy their life more. He decided after much thought
to seek out these so called Heralds, to see if they would take him into
their fold.
Description:
Short brown hair is atop this man's head. He has short but pointed ears
that give away his heritage. He is has a fit body, well-muscled yet limber
enough to bend any direction. He has a few scars on his hands, one on his
face, and probably more on his body underneath his clothes. His face seems
impassive, as if he has a thought going about it that no one can tell. His
eyes are a deep brown, and glimmer when the light shines just right on them.
His cheekbones are sharp and angular as his lips are set in a permanent
line.
