Westir
Ranger of The wilds
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Art by Jaemin Yoo 'Westir, they call 'im. One of the wildlings. A mountain man.' Quiet reservation, a figure that can be both commanding or as furtive as the first creeping frost. At home within the wilds, a strange face within cities and towns, and yet the unmistakable apparition in many a tavern. He can seem every where, all at once, and in the next breath vanish and be presumed a figment of the imagination. His eyes are keen, sharp, and impassively cold. An observer first and foremost. An enigma among those of both countries, staying in neither long enough to make himself a permanent staple. A wanderer, an adventurer. His true name lies concealed, along with the lineage of his bastard birth right. One of many plights that none thus far have brought to light. So it was that under the realm queen's curse that his lineage was set to wander. A way of life that was once a burden that drove his forefather to the wilderness is now little more than a distant memory of his destitute clan. His bloodline lies in tatters, and their once proud house fallen to ruin. No longer lords, no longer holders of lands and keeps and knights of honor and glory. He had never known such glory, had never missed it. Just like his father before him, he had embraced the wild - no longer the choice forced upon them. It was simply their way of life now, and the foreboding curse was naught but an old wife's tale. |