I'm definitely making some assumptions about the setting and magic system here, so I'm happy to tweak things! Also I know it's late - no rush to reply or anything.

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- Name: Nevaris “Nev” Moonshard
- Age: 19
- Gender: Male
- Race: Human
- Rank: Copper (or Iron if that works better, I just imagine him as very green)
- Appearance:
    - Messy black hair that flops forward over his eyes a bit
    - Tan skin
    - Irises a mix of brown and pale turquoise
    - Dwarven rune imprint on the back of his right hand, usually covered by a black fingerless glove
    - Plain linen clothes, with dark leather jerkin with violet accents over top
- Personality: Overly polite and gracious when first getting to know someone. Once he’s a bit more comfortable, he’s spacy and quiet. He tends to ponder outloud, which means that he will often say things or ask questions that make no sense out of context.

- Brief Backstory (tldr):

    Nevaris is a ranger of middling talent who was orphaned at the age of 14. He was then rescued and raised by an eccentric dwarven runecrafter until the age of 19. During his time with the runecrafter, Nevaris was accidentally branded with a dwarven weapon rune on the back of his right hand. During a life-or-death fight, the rune flared with life and an ethereal blade appeared in his grip, allowing him to barely survive the encounter. The runecrafter told him that the dwarves could not help him understand how the rune was interacting with his own innate magic, so he decided to seek out the Adventurer’s Guild.

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    Raised by professional rangers in the town of Felrist, Neveris quickly learned the virtues of practical skills and a humble life. His parents Arden and Sophia Moonshard taught him archery, tracking, survival, and instilled a sense of reverence in the natural world. “Only take what you need from the world, and give of yourself in turn.”
    
    Less than a month before he reached his 14th year, the town was beset by a griffon from the northern mountains, apparently trying to stockpile food before the worst of the winter snows. Livestock was decimated by the creature’s frequent attacks, and several souls were lost trying to drive it away. While many townsfolk sought to petition the Adventurer’s Guild for help, others believed that they couldn’t afford to wait. Nevaris’s parents were among the latter. He would spend his birthday alone while his parents struck out north to hunt the beast.
    
    His home was deathly quiet in the weeks that followed. His parents did not return. As a mix of dread and resentment built up inside of him, he resolved to set out after them. His trek was difficult; fresh snows obscured what little remained of their path. But Nevaris was not a novice, and he new his parents’ habits well, so he eventually found the path that led to the griffon’s cliffside nest. He would come to wish that he hadn’t.
    
    Upon climbing the summit, he found the griffon, a dozen arrows jutting from its torso at odd angles, feathers matted with blood. Within its nest were five newly-hatched griffonlings feasting on human remains. His heart sank as he laid eyes on a dismembered hand with a familiar wedding band on the finger.
    
    He screamed with rage, loosing an arrow that dug deep into the griffon’s eye. It screeched in return and hurled itself toward him, sending him tumbling down the rocky cliff face. He fell into an exposed crevice and was swallowed up by the mountain.
    
    The darkness overtook him, but what should have been his grave became his salvation. He awoke days later to the scent of burning coals and hot stew. He was in a stone room, lit only by a fireplace and strange, glowing stone mechanisms. A dwarf inventor named Talanvor Runehollow had found him in one of the cavernous mountain passages near Khal’Darazdrim. Talanvor himself was ostracized from his community, and felt kinship with the boy who had just lost his only family. So, he decided to play the role of surrogate father.
    
    Talanvor was a supremely creative mind who toiled for hours each day innovating new runecrafting techniques. Nevaris, curious boy that he was, one day found himself on the wrong end of a prototype rune forge. His hand was branded by the contraption, painfully inscribing a dwarven weapon rune into the back of his right hand. Talanvor had experienced many similar accidents, of course, but strangely, the rune on Nevaris’s hand would not heal. What’s more, it would even begin to glow with shifting opalescent colors when he was under duress.
    
    In a tense encounter with a giant spider, the rune flashed and an ethereal sword apparated in Nevaris’s hand. He barely managed to slay the creature and save Talanvor. Talanvor jokingly told him that they were now even when it came to saving the other’s life, and explained that the dwarves were not equipped to help him understand the magical blade. The rune was somehow interacting with his own innate magic, and if he wanted to learn how to master it, he would need to seek out the Adventurer’s Guild.
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- Equipment:
    - Hunting bow / arrow quiver
    - Hunting knife
    - Dark steel bracer on his left forearm that bears the Runehollow dwarven family crest
    - Carries a heavy equipment pack, since he usually ends up carrying the extra weight from the other, more experienced adventurers.
- Skills:
    - Hunting / tracking / archery
    - Apprentice-level blacksmithing
    - Basic knowledge of runecraft
    - He is actually left-handed, but the weapon will only remain manifest in his right, so he is fighting at an automatic disadvantage
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