Cyran Veylin was born in Candlekeep,
the youngest child of Harrion Vaelmar and Maerith Sorelen, humble caretakers of the fortress-library’s more practical collections. Harrion was methodical and steady, a man of small tasks, while Maerith had a keen mind and a gentle way with apprentices and visitors alike. Though Candlekeep offered a haven of learning, life for the Vaelmar-Sorelen household was quiet, orderly, and bound by the fortress walls.
From an early age, Cyran displayed a rare attentiveness to the cycle of life and death. He would linger in quiet corridors and overlooked graveyards, observing the care with which scholars and travelers were laid to rest. In these moments, he first felt the weight of finality and the responsibility of honoring the dead.
When Cyran was ten, two strangers arrived at Candlekeep from Iraeabor: Sir Tharion Drelvyr, a stern and disciplined paladin, and Cleric Lyon Menthil, a sharp-eyed priest devoted to Kelemvor. They were on a pilgrimage, spreading word of their faith, and recognized something in the boy — a natural inclination toward discipline, ritual, and duty.
Under their guidance, Cyran learned the rites of death, the discipline of martial skill, and the humility of service even when no eyes watched. He trained with Sir Tharion in martial arts, drills, and battlefield judgment, while Lysara taught him divine rites, prayers, and the sacred ceremonies that bound souls to rest. Though their methods sometimes clashed with Candlekeep’s own traditions, Cyran absorbed them quietly, internalizing a devotion that would shape his life.
Upon reaching maturity, Candlekeep entrusted Cyran with a solemn charge: overseeing the care of neglected tombs and sites disturbed by unrested spirits along the Sword Coast. Alone or with small parties, he executed these duties with unwavering diligence, guided by the teachings of the Iraeabor mentors whose distant lands and beliefs still echoed in every prayer he performed.
To Cyran, service to Kelemvor is not about glory or titles — it is stewardship. Though he was born in Candlekeep, the distant influence of Iraeabor flows through him, a constant reminder that even the most forgotten corners of the world demand vigilance, honor, and respect for the dead.
Physical Description:
Cyran Veylin is a tall, imposing human with a strikingly pale complexion, giving him a spectral, almost otherworldly presence. His head is clean-shaven, emphasizing the sharp angles of his face and the cold, stoic expression he carries at all times. His features are chiseled and austere: high cheekbones, a straight, narrow nose, and a strong jawline, all set in a calm, unreadable demeanor. His eyes are deep-set and dark, conveying a sense of quiet focus and solemnity rather than emotion.
He wears dark, battle-worn plate armor marked with subtle clerical symbols, functional and practical, with no ornamentation beyond what signifies his devotion to Kelemvor. Leather straps and belts secure various pouches and a sheathed longsword at his side. His hands are gloved, gripping the hilt of his sword with deliberate care, hinting at both discipline and readiness. Cyran’s overall appearance is one of controlled power and quiet vigilance, a figure shaped by duty and tempered by solemn reflection.
Height/Build: Approximately 6’2”, lean but muscular, more built for endurance and disciplined combat than brute strength.
Distinguishing Features: The combination of his pale skin, bald head, and grim, expressionless face gives him an almost statue-like presence. He carries an aura of quiet authority and solemnity, befitting a servant of Kelemvor.
the youngest child of Harrion Vaelmar and Maerith Sorelen, humble caretakers of the fortress-library’s more practical collections. Harrion was methodical and steady, a man of small tasks, while Maerith had a keen mind and a gentle way with apprentices and visitors alike. Though Candlekeep offered a haven of learning, life for the Vaelmar-Sorelen household was quiet, orderly, and bound by the fortress walls.
From an early age, Cyran displayed a rare attentiveness to the cycle of life and death. He would linger in quiet corridors and overlooked graveyards, observing the care with which scholars and travelers were laid to rest. In these moments, he first felt the weight of finality and the responsibility of honoring the dead.
When Cyran was ten, two strangers arrived at Candlekeep from Iraeabor: Sir Tharion Drelvyr, a stern and disciplined paladin, and Cleric Lyon Menthil, a sharp-eyed priest devoted to Kelemvor. They were on a pilgrimage, spreading word of their faith, and recognized something in the boy — a natural inclination toward discipline, ritual, and duty.
Upon reaching maturity, Candlekeep entrusted Cyran with a solemn charge: overseeing the care of neglected tombs and sites disturbed by unrested spirits along the Sword Coast. Alone or with small parties, he executed these duties with unwavering diligence, guided by the teachings of the Iraeabor mentors whose distant lands and beliefs still echoed in every prayer he performed.
To Cyran, service to Kelemvor is not about glory or titles — it is stewardship. Though he was born in Candlekeep, the distant influence of Iraeabor flows through him, a constant reminder that even the most forgotten corners of the world demand vigilance, honor, and respect for the dead.
Physical Description:Cyran Veylin is a tall, imposing human with a strikingly pale complexion, giving him a spectral, almost otherworldly presence. His head is clean-shaven, emphasizing the sharp angles of his face and the cold, stoic expression he carries at all times. His features are chiseled and austere: high cheekbones, a straight, narrow nose, and a strong jawline, all set in a calm, unreadable demeanor. His eyes are deep-set and dark, conveying a sense of quiet focus and solemnity rather than emotion.
He wears dark, battle-worn plate armor marked with subtle clerical symbols, functional and practical, with no ornamentation beyond what signifies his devotion to Kelemvor. Leather straps and belts secure various pouches and a sheathed longsword at his side. His hands are gloved, gripping the hilt of his sword with deliberate care, hinting at both discipline and readiness. Cyran’s overall appearance is one of controlled power and quiet vigilance, a figure shaped by duty and tempered by solemn reflection.
Height/Build: Approximately 6’2”, lean but muscular, more built for endurance and disciplined combat than brute strength.
Distinguishing Features: The combination of his pale skin, bald head, and grim, expressionless face gives him an almost statue-like presence. He carries an aura of quiet authority and solemnity, befitting a servant of Kelemvor.