Name: Dreve Harrier
Age: Early Twenties
Race: Human - Tethyrian
Physical Appearance: Green eyes, dark brown hair, pale skin, fairly tall, build is slim/wiry
Class: Maybe some sort of cleric or druid? Not smart enough for a mage.
Childhood - Dreve was born to the runners of caravan, Garth and Trianna, on the year of 1347, a sickly child raised during an uncertain time. The family lived in their wagons, going from settlement to settlement taking what jobs they could from whoever was seeking their services. From smuggling out low titled nobles to helping move plunder from estates and manors. They had to make a living, care for their mostly bed ridden son, and caravan hands to pay. One such hand was Dope, an old Half Orc who did much of the heavy lifting when it came to labor. Dope had a gentle and slow nature, soon becoming part of the family as Dreve's caretaker while his parents dealt with caravan duties. While under the care of Dope, Dreve would finally see more than just the inside of the wagon. Often riding on Dope's shoulders during travel, Dreve would see the blurry figures of soldiers, peasants, bandits, and more. It all amazed him but that soon changed when the Time of Troubles began. Whatever condition he had worsened with this event. Seizures, comatose periods, blindness, and delirium. Dope would stay by the bedside for most days now, speaking to the boy in orcish, chanting words of strength and prayers. Dreve continued to hang on, his frail body only sustained through natural medicine and alchemical tonics. Soon there would be a change.
The Longest Year - With the total disappearance of magic, Dreve began to recover from his illness. No longer having seizures or delirium, being able to live without medication, eat on his own, dress himself, get up, move around. In fact he started to feel better than before. His vision cleared, his body didn't hurt, senses became sharper, growth spurts, strength started to build, everything started to improve as the world seemed to crumble further. Dreve would continue to grow, explore, and cause Dope to trouble with his constant curiosity.
Magic's Slow Return - Dreve, now in his teens, has sprouted up like a weed. Still under the watchful eye of Dope, he's learned much of the aged half orc's duties for the caravan. He always yearned for more though. Staying out late to explore towns and villages they stop at, staring in awe at valuable goods, and quality items butting into conversations of news and far off lands. One such news was the rumors of returning magics and the vileness they bring. Dreve felt a sudden dread, a deep piercing feeling. His parents had attributed his recovery to the undoing of magic, whatever curse was on him had been lifted. With the whispers of it's return, what would happen to him?
Age: Early Twenties
Race: Human - Tethyrian
Physical Appearance: Green eyes, dark brown hair, pale skin, fairly tall, build is slim/wiry
Class: Maybe some sort of cleric or druid? Not smart enough for a mage.
Childhood - Dreve was born to the runners of caravan, Garth and Trianna, on the year of 1347, a sickly child raised during an uncertain time. The family lived in their wagons, going from settlement to settlement taking what jobs they could from whoever was seeking their services. From smuggling out low titled nobles to helping move plunder from estates and manors. They had to make a living, care for their mostly bed ridden son, and caravan hands to pay. One such hand was Dope, an old Half Orc who did much of the heavy lifting when it came to labor. Dope had a gentle and slow nature, soon becoming part of the family as Dreve's caretaker while his parents dealt with caravan duties. While under the care of Dope, Dreve would finally see more than just the inside of the wagon. Often riding on Dope's shoulders during travel, Dreve would see the blurry figures of soldiers, peasants, bandits, and more. It all amazed him but that soon changed when the Time of Troubles began. Whatever condition he had worsened with this event. Seizures, comatose periods, blindness, and delirium. Dope would stay by the bedside for most days now, speaking to the boy in orcish, chanting words of strength and prayers. Dreve continued to hang on, his frail body only sustained through natural medicine and alchemical tonics. Soon there would be a change.
The Longest Year - With the total disappearance of magic, Dreve began to recover from his illness. No longer having seizures or delirium, being able to live without medication, eat on his own, dress himself, get up, move around. In fact he started to feel better than before. His vision cleared, his body didn't hurt, senses became sharper, growth spurts, strength started to build, everything started to improve as the world seemed to crumble further. Dreve would continue to grow, explore, and cause Dope to trouble with his constant curiosity.
Magic's Slow Return - Dreve, now in his teens, has sprouted up like a weed. Still under the watchful eye of Dope, he's learned much of the aged half orc's duties for the caravan. He always yearned for more though. Staying out late to explore towns and villages they stop at, staring in awe at valuable goods, and quality items butting into conversations of news and far off lands. One such news was the rumors of returning magics and the vileness they bring. Dreve felt a sudden dread, a deep piercing feeling. His parents had attributed his recovery to the undoing of magic, whatever curse was on him had been lifted. With the whispers of it's return, what would happen to him?
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