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I'm afraid I think I'm gonna have to withdraw my potentially participation in this for the time being. Still seems like a fun time so I hope y'all do have fun uwu

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[INDENT][INDENT][INDENT][center][h1][color=c1cdcd]Who I Am[/color][/h1][/center]
[color=gray][i]River is a mellow person, most who'd met him would say. His face usually holds a neutral if not slightly soft expression, and he carries himself with respect, but not even the slightest hint of haughtiness. He is very responsive to those around him, regularly willing to offer a helping hand or word of advice - or just listen, when needed. This neighborly bearing grew from him throughout the years he spent travelling with his mentor -- the two of whom trekked through many countrysides and towns alike, greeting all inhabitants with friendly hands and faces. River adopted many of his mentor's beliefs, having been with him from a young age, but there was always a difference between them that sometimes worried the older individual. River was perhaps a bit too eager to assault the crimes of those who harmed the innocent. His mentor saw in his eyes a twisted spark whenever the young Tabaxi witnessed violent misjustice. There'd been more than one occasion where River had shocked bystanders with the viciousness with which he dealt with those who attacked the innocent. The anger embedded within him was no mystery to his mentor - the young man was clearly vengeful towards the bandit type - he remembered his beginnings - how much damage and pain those types of people could cause. And although it brought concern, it was some measure of consolation that the anger was directed towards the right people, at least.
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[center][h1][color=c1cdcd]My Story[/color][/h1][/center]
[color=gray][i]River's origins are humble. The singular son of a cobbler and a housewife, growing up was an unexciting venture in Ardenfeld. In many towns, raising children amongst humans would be a difficult task for a family of Tabaxi - but for those who resided in Ardenfeld, it was a normal existence, the town being a melting pot as it were. Most of River's young days consisted of his mother providing him a crude education from home, and his father mentoring him in his family craft of cobbling. It was a contenting life. Until that fateful day.

After the destruction of Ardenfeld, life in the city of Sarinan was a much less comfortable existence. Despite the number of people around him increasing by quite a bit after being shoved into an orphanage, River felt more lonely than he ever had. He was confused and stricken with grief for quite a time - but eventually that grief slowly melded into a slow-burning anger. Not that he could do much about it, but it was still there. The pent-up anger settled in his stomach over the next couple years as he lived in the orphanage, feeling like a rat in a cage the entire time.

Eventually though, it had come his time to get kicked out. He turned fourteen, and the orphanage wasted no time in getting rid of him. He only had a couple days left to enjoy the relative comfort of the shelter before he'd be kicked out onto the cold stones of the street. But.. fate had different plans.

The day before River would be ejected from the orphanage a man passed by him as he sat on the lonely steps in front of what was soon to be his estranged home. The older human - perhaps in his late thirties - paused, studying the boy for a time and looking him up and down. Eventually the man stepped past the boy and entered the orphanage, closing the door behind him. He was gone for a minute...two minutes...five minutes.. and then finally the door opened again. The man stooped to River's level and asked him one simple question.

"What is your name, little one?"

There was a hesitance in the young Tabaxi's face, and he remained silent for a time before answering.

"River."

It was then that the man told him he'd been adopted. The man, named Raulin, took care of him, buying him clothes and food and whatever else he needed. He wasn't a rich man, but he had enough to care for the both of them. From that point the two of them began to travel together, leading a nomadic lifestyle. It was a bit dangerous at times, but Raulin took care of him. River learned almost everything physical he knows from Raulin. But physical skills are not everything one can learn in this world. Raulin was a follower of The Moonmaiden, Selûne. When the young Tabaxi grew curious, it was with great reverence that Raulin relayed the tales of Selûne's blessings and benevolence. And it was with great happiness that he discovered the boy's interest in learning the ways of Selûne's graciousness. This curiosity led him onto his own path of benevolence, and in part made him who he is to this day.
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[center][h1][color=c1cdcd]Going Foward[/color][/h1][/center]
[color=gray][i]Even though he has lived a largely nomadic lifestyle since the age of 14, River isn't entirely familiar with what moving "forward" really is to him. He has traveled for a long time, gathering stories and trading them with the villages he met next, helping people along the way as well as he could, and managing to keep himself going as his final concern. The bandits who ruined his childhood have always sat somewhere in the back of his mind, but he has yet to form any sort of physical vendetta to bring justice to them - mostly because he wouldn't know quite where to start.

Beyond that, River truly wishes to make a difference in this world. He feels his ongoing good deeds are but a miniscule effect in a world that could be helped in much greater ways, and doesn't truly value himself as a helpful person. However, he is unsure as to how he can make a bigger difference. He has thrown around ideas in the past, one being military service, or perhaps clergy-ship, but ultimately figured that he isn't up to par for militant work, and not worthy enough to become a clergyman. He has however, more recently, thought over the idea of forming some sort of benefactor company/guild, but isn't exactly in the position to do so with his current resources and way of life.

What he is capable of doing, however, is keeping the promise he made all those years ago. Returning to where his life had taken a sharp turn as a child would be hard. But he had faith that Selûne would grant him the strength to do it. He was an intermediate yet devote follower of Selûne, and since his mentor's passing, she has been his only conduit in which he could entrust his innermost thoughts and feelings. Perhaps this congregation would be a chance to see himself grow stronger.
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