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Revision as of 08:11, 31 March 2016

Rafano
Status Active
Race Rakash
Gender Male
Guild Trader
Instance Prime

Age: 19, an Underdog

Birthday: Born on the 11th day of the 7th month of Moliko the Balance in the year of the Silver Unicorn, 399 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

Relationship Status: Single, Interested.

Religion: Mrod

Affiliations: None, but very interested in meeting and joining others with similar views.

Background

  • He considers the well-being of the Rakash settlement at Siksraja to be a personal responsibility. While others stand watch at the gates and defend the settlement with arms, his interests lie in its economic development, specifically through the improvement of official diplomatic relations with Therengia. And if a few stray coins happen to find their way into his pockets as a result, then so be it . . .


  • He is obsessed with the lore and legends surrounding how the Rakash lost their moonskin. It is his firm belief that a solution can be found through rigorous alchemical research. Above all other goals, he hopes that this will one day be his mark on the world . . . that, following in the paw prints of his god Mrod, he gifted his brethren with a return to their natural form.


  • He is more prone to rely on his silver tongue than a steel blade, but the wolf is still very much inside him, and he occasionally enjoys hunting with his trusty crossbow.


  • He despises Necromancers, for the manner in which they drove his people from their lands and fragmented them. In his own words: "I hate them because they spread us, we who are only happy when we are with our Pack . . . Have you ever seen a child gather fallen leaves in his hands and blow? The leaves are scattered, and the child cares not where they land . . . this is what the Necromancers did to us."