My mortal life began on Lupar 20, 382 years after the fall of the
Seleucarian Empire, a product of a Satyr merchant and Siren Magi. This
is as much as I know about my natural parents as my mother was slain
during a raid in the city of Cyrene and my father was forced to leave me
in the care of the Grooken villagers on the Island of Ulangi when I was
but an infant due to fear of mine being kidnapped and taken into the
cruel walls of the Loving Hearts Orphanage in Ashtan. My father was then
slain as he attempted to flee the island and it was there that I spent
all my childhood years.

The friendly grooken scholars there raised and educated me as one of
their own. The village children were as my own siblings as we played in
the exotic woodlands of that beautiful island. There I learned to hunt
and quest in order to survive. I was taught of the wonders and horrors
of the mainland and as I grew older, my curiosity grew as well as did my
urge to explore more of the world.

One afternoon, I chanced upon a pair of runewardens who were hunting the
dark bug-like creatures that dwelt in the odd, cave-like underground
hives towards the center of the island. They took the time to show me,
to my fascination the wonders of runic power and the deadly beauty of
their chivalrous swordsmanship. I was mesmerised by the combination of
pure physical training and mystical iconology. They also told me of the
wonderous cities and multitude of houses that one could become a part
of, furthering ones own education and skills. These revelations served
to whet my thirst to learn more of the world and explore, therefore, I
told the village elders I had decided to enroll into the Loom Island
school and further my education so that I could venture out into the
world.

After a grand farewell feast and many sad goodbyes. I made my way to
Loom Island and began my new adventures in life.

After studying about the many classes and houses available for a young
person to endevour upon, I decided to join the class that had so
fascinated me from the beginning, the Runewardens. However, the house of
the Wardens did not seem to fit my own idealisms. After much study, I
realized that there was only one house that seemed to be one I would fit
into most successfully.I had learned from an early age that most
difficult tasks are best approached from an angle that was less
predictable, less traveled. The kind, benevolent grooken folk I had
grown up with had taught me that much, as they often had to fight
conflict through stealth and disctraction. They had also taught me to
appreciate the Light of the benevolent Divines of this world, and to
respect the Divines at all times. All this had led me the Dawnstriders.
The ideal of fighting for the Light by walking in shadows appealed to my
own individual sense of how things we best approached for me.

Shortly after joining the Striders and beginning my training, I met a
kind, older xoran couple, Chiendo and Hoyden Vorondil,who befriended me
and encouraged me in my endevours. They took me bashing, tattooed me
with protective inks and taught me much about the world around me. Upon
reaching the age of 20, they adopted me as their own son and loved and
cared for me as though I was their very own offspring. Although I know
that I am not of their loins and bossum, they are, and will always be,
in my heart, my mother and father. My only hope is that I shall be
successful in life and be a great contribution to the Dawnstriders and
make my parents proud of me.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Aeguary, in the year 407 AF.