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[i]"[color=cornflowerblue]Well... at least, I didn't die in a damp corner in complete misery surrounded by nothing.[/color]"[/i][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] Tarryon (Riventor)
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Race[/b] Human

[b]Appearance:[/b] 
Talion is a well-built man thanks to living off the wilderness most of the time. He typically wears an adventurer outfit, a set of leather armor over his green tunic and trousers. Worn, leather boots on his feet and fingerless gloves for his hands.

[b]Bio:[/b]
Tarryon is one of three children of the Riventor family, a human clan known for their skills and discipline and has close ties to the Apostles. Ever since birth, Tarryon seemed to be the most indolent of the three, preferring to indulge in the riches of his family than training or honing useful skills. The family thought Talion was just enjoying his childhood and that, he would soon learn responsibility by watching his siblings. But that never happened, Tarryon became an adolescent still enjoying leisure without a care in the world.

The Riventors thought it was high time for Tarryon to start pulling his own weight, or else be kicked out. They forced him to begin learning some combat skills, of which he surprisingly excelled at, but Tarryon began to resent his family for disrupting his lifestyle. Still, Tarryon didn't want to lose the roof over his head and dutifully did his training, hoping to maybe land a cushy job where he could resume enjoying the benefits of his family name.

But his family had other plans for him, Tarryon would be to formally join the Apostles of Rheane and pledge his service in protecting mankind. Tarryon knew what that entailed, he's heard the stories, he'd never enjoy a day to himself ever again. He promptly fled with whatever he could bring under the darkness of the night.

However, Tarryon did not think out his escape. He realized he could not use his family name, and the name commanded less and less respect the farther he went from home. Each day since then, Tarryon was forced to lean on his skills to survive and learned that lazy personalities was not endearing to anyone. The runaway noble boy was forced to wear a mask that he could never take off, and began traveling to... well, not even he knows why he's traveling. A miracle, perhaps.

His latest destination was Dawn, a quaint little human village covered by snow. Tarryon planned for a temporary stop here, maybe earn some money and food by hunting game in the surrounding forests. But then, the Elder Beast Azral Suralng decided to take a walk.

[b]Goals:[/b] 
[i]"[color=cornflowerblue]I'd like to never, ever work a day in my life. If I wanted delicious food, it would be served to me without question. If I wanted to sleep all day, no one would disturb me. But no one in the world is willing to put up with that kind of guy, right? And now you think I'm a spoiled little brat for desiring that. Tch, whatever.[/color]"[/i]

[b]Skills:[/b]
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[*] [u][i]Adaptability[/i][/u]: Humans, while they bear no special natural born talents, their limit for growth and power is near infinite should they choose to cultivate said power. They, in their finite lives will find it easier to learn new skills and adapt to new situations if they put their mind to it.

[*] [u][i]Marksman[/i][/u]: While knowing how to fight, Tarryon was particularly outstanding with archery. Able to hit small. distant or moving targets, he became even more skilled with the bow after fleeing home. Tarryon became very familiar with shooting arrows at wild animals for food to eat, pelts to sell, or as pests to control.

[*] [u][i]Tracker[/i][/u]: Shooting arrows at an animal was one thing, finding one was another. Tarryon had to learn to navigate the wilderness, becoming very able in looking for clues and signs of the prey. Also came in handy when Tarryon had to simply look for rare herbs or exotic plants for alchemists.
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[b]Inventory:[/b]
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[*][u]Quality Longbow[/u]: Tarryon's trusty bow pilfered from the Riventor armory and has served its runaway master ever since. Mighty is its string and smooth is its body.
[*][u]Hunting Knife[/u]: One cannot venture into the wilds without one of these bad boys.
[*][u]Quiver Of Arrows[/u]: Tarryon hates losing even one arrow since that means he would have to purchase more. Arrows were more expensive than he previously thought.
[*][u]Set Of Noble Clothes[/u]: The outfit Tarryon wore when he fled his home. It could fetch a nice price but Tarryon keeps it, hoping and dreaming that one day he could return to that kind of life.
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Hopefully everything's good, but I feel I'm gonna be lacking compared to the others.