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Age: 36

Gender: Male

Race: Elven

Personality: More of a bitter individual due to the recent times. With the world in certain peril, he's not very optimistic about the future anymore. At times, he can be nice but mostly cold.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Class: Ranger

Equipment/powers: Being the good ranger that he is, he couldn't go anywhere without his trusty bow and other weapons hes picked up on his adventures. It's in his nature to be equipped for survival. 
He carries;
[i]Etched Mahogany Bow
Steel arrows in a leather quiver
Two enchanted short swords [/i]- one blessed by light and the other touched by darkness. Both deal a respectable amount of damage to beings on the opposite side.
[i]One vial of poison[/i]


History: His parents always told him that their home burned down when the Demon Lord came. He and his people were forced to wander in a nomadic fashion for a time, living off the land and keeping each other safe. Garen grew up with the notion that if he made himself the best that he could be, he would be able to find his people a place they could call home again. His father and uncle taught him the ways of the wild, and it took him years of practice to be able to use a bow as an extension of himself. To be able to feel the pull of the string and release with the accuracy of the ancients was a gift passed down generation to generation. His people had their share of hard times, from the occasion demon to humans who wouldn't leave them alone, but they made the best of what they could.

Then one day things changed, and Garen met Sven. His first impressions of the hero were much different then when they would part ways. Here he saw a boy ready to take on the Demon King and bring peace back to the land. It would take time, and a great amount of effort but Garen saw hope for a future free of tyranny and he pledged himself to Heavensward. In the beginning, things were good and he even taught Sven the ways of his people. He did not see Sven as a hero, but as a good friend, something that was even more important to him. Time and time again, Sven and his allies brought down demons, monsters and those who were corrupted and all the while Garen helped to the best of his abilities. He was offered many items of power but only took the two swords that he wields now. He didn't want to look flashy, that was never him and the swords suited his personality. After all the time on the road, Garen began to see a change in Sven. It was subtle, now that he thought about it, Sven's cocky attitude became bigger then himself, playing with his foes before killing them and fading away from the promises in the beginning. Then the fateful day that shattered Garen's hope for a better future finally came.

He was wounded to say the least, and some of his clothes were blackened from soot and fire when he watched with great pride, as Sven killed the Demon King. Finally, after all this time, he could find a home for his people without fear of tyranny. To his horror, Sven sat on the throne and an malicious smile crossed his lips. Garen tried to dissuade him from his course of action, pleaded with him to do the right thing, but the Sven he knew was gone. His 'friend' turned into an even bigger threat then that which he had just killed. Sven asked him in return if he would join him in the new world but Garen stood tall and boldly exclaimed, "No." 

Sven smiled, and charged him, blade drawn poised to strike him down. But Garen had anticipated him to attack, and just like that the ranger was gone. It was a fancy bit of magic, he had picked it up in a dungeon in his early days with Sven, never really finding a use for it until now. It allowed the user to teleport to a specific location just once, and Garen had chosen to return to the last place his people had been at. It didn't phase him to see the place empty, they were nomads and probably would be forever now. He fell to his knees realizing that the world was about to become a whole lot worse, for now there was little hope for a better future. Only the certainty of war. 
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