Risek Feyren's page

A long haired man and a wolf stand at the edge of the town. Wearing the colors of the wilds, you almost didn't see them till they stepped up to the gate. It's quite remarkable, but somehow both wolf and man seem trapped in silent laughter. The man's eyes glimmer like the light of the forest floor, and you swear you can see a smirk on the wolf. Both show signs of a long journey. Worn boots, a stray bur, and a slight coating of dust. A reddish leaf from a season past lingers in the hair of the man, and his fingers twirl around a small medallion. The beast smiles, or grows, or whatever a friendly baring of teeth is called, and the man absent-mindedly scratches him on the head as they pass on into the city.

Best defined as a protector. Self assured, he values the sanctity of life while recognizing the wheel continues to turn. He stands up for the underdogs, but tends to put the needs of many over the needs of one. Rarely seen without a smile, he would rather play with his wolf than with people. Will often mock city-dwellers, all in good humor, but he quickly gets irritated if they really are that spoiled. Really hates killing if there isn't a need.

Raised by wolves? Nope. Wished he was? Hell yes. Born of the Kekowa he took to their ways like a fish to the water. Honestly, if he was in this universe he would be a legit Disney princess. His childhood friends were aurochs, and field mice. He'd chatter with the birds, even if he didn't understand them. He was raised by the tribe and lacked nothing. He loved them, they loved him, one big happy family, and so on.

Everyone was SO shocked (/s) when he decided to take on druidic training. He loved it all. Every waking moment was learning to care for the world. He was totally that one weird kit in all the classes that tried to sit as close to the druid elders as possible. Unfortunately as he aged, he and his childhood friend Baolo became a little too close for comfort. The elders did not approve, and he kind of got pushed out of the tribe slowly. As time went on, he began to roam further. Wanderlust had infected his heart and he spent a great many years roaming around. He learned the tongue of the Ashcleft, but beyond that he spent far more time in the wilds than with society. He preferred wandering among the wonders of the world.

Shortly after leaving home he realized not all the world was like home. Bandits crept through peaceful woods, and cities were dens of sin. The sin he didn't mind so much, but thievery just didn't sit right with Risek. You kill or take for need, not greed. So, he may have sorta kinda become a bit of a vigilante in the forest. Some remote villages even called him the ghost of the Ashcleft. He would sneak into the bandit's camps in the dead of the night stealing away their weapons and supplies. Through all this he would still write to Baolo, but as of yet, he has heard little back save that he is alive. At least was anyways.

When the sky was rent with flame, Risek sped home. As far as he was, by the time he arrived home the clan was in chaos. Past transgressions forgotten, he was armed and prepared for war, every pair of able hands needed. Risek had no time to protest, as they were already prepared to head out. On the way he sought for Baolo, but was unsuccessful. Arriving on the plains and the bright light was much... different than expected. Lost and confused, Risek stands in a new world, George(his wolf) by his side, and little else. Separated from his clan he stands alone with that awful gut-wrenching feeling of wrongness.