Name: Ryyu

Race: Tiefling

Age: 18

Physical descriptions: Had dark black hair which changed (see history) to gleaming blonde hair, catlike eyelashes and eerie yellow eyes. Standing about 5"10, gold and black markings cover his body, questioning his racial background, with a muscular build but not overly strong. Has a very tanned skin from time in the deserts.

Story: His tale is a very long one, but to make it rather short, this loner grew up alone in a desert unknown to him, but has called it his "home" for a long time. Feeling at home in the dry vast less lands, it was easy to get accustomed to, doing whatever means necessary to survive in the harsh lands, whether caravan raiding, mercenary mission or anything else. It did not matter much to him, until one day he stumbled upon a bandit leader which he had killed swiftly, had taken over as the leader, raiding towns and villages till his band of bandits we're defeated and forced him to retreat to the city of Arabel. There he began to feel rather welcome but always had a cautious eye among others, feeling much distrust. Much to his surprise, he made a few friends. One he recalls was Luke Dawnbringer. Many months passed... till the ill-fated day he had encountered a death like no other, left alone to fend against the ravaging ogres by his so called "comrades". Much to his surprise, he ended up in planes where many avatars of the deities of Faerun resided. Puzzled by what his purpose in being there was... he was asked to train rigorously, for what purpose... he still doesn’t know. A month passed in the mysterious plane and Ryyu was granted life and a new look. He returned to the city of Arabel to follow his destiny and to be with that person he likes so much. And besides, he can't leave his friends by themselves. From then on, his path unfolds.