Full Name: Soron E'Ther

Age: 31

Class(es): Monk
Race: Elf
Subrace:
*** Wood Elf
Alignment:
*** Lawful Good
Deity:
Folian spae

Bio
Born into a family of six in a tight knit community, Soron was not marked for greatness, he was not "special" beyond the way that all children were considered "special" in his peaceful village.
This village, which had no name aside from "the village" was a peaceful place, with little in the way of catastrophe save the late rain, the early winter, and the odd wolf. In fact, there had been no war made on these people in hundreds of years which has determined the hidden nature of thier village. Still, the battle had invested the collective psyche of the people with constant state of readiness. Training in the martial arts and with ranged weapons appealled to the simple nature of these people, and the need to defend their way of life. Their devotion to skill at combat was matched by their pacifistic desires and healling ability which complimented their martial abilities well. And so, from an early age, Suldan knew how to heal, and how to fight. To help provide for his community, he developed his skills in stealth that he might more easily hunt animals.
One of these trips took Soron a little more time than he had expected. When he had returned to the village, however, he found his community vanquished. The people either had disappeared, or lay dead where they fought. His parents, Soron noted, were not amoung the dead. The villagers had given a good accounting of themselves as over twice the number of orcs as there were villagers lay dead, their foreign steel by their sides. Still, there was no one left to recount to young Soron the tale of where his people were taken, or why.
And so, Soron amassed what little food was left, a few clothes, and his trusty crossbow, to look for his community. He tried following the trail, but eventually it vanished over a rock and across an ocean. Soron then turned to Layonara to see what he might find out.