Full Name: Cyril Hannen
Age: 24
Class: Monk
Race: Human
Subrace: None
Alignment: Lawful Good
Deity: Aragen

Bio:

My name is Cyril Hannen, this is the storey of my life so far. I was born into family of travelling performers. I have no permanent home. My family would tour nearby cities entertaining the local people with their gymnastics. Like my brother and sister, I was also to become a performer. I trained hard, I wanted to do my family proud. On my 10th birthday I started performing in shows with my family, my future as an accomplished gymnast seemed assured.

However, in my 15th year on route to a city our troupe was ambushed by bandits. I saw my own mother slaughtered right before my eyes. Consumed by fear I fled and hid in a bush close by. Once the screaming had stopped and the bandits had passed, I emerged, to find corpses strewn about the place. I couldn’t bare to look at them, so I ran in despair. Being in the middle of nowhere, not knowing where to go, all by myself it wasn’t long before I was hopelessly lost. I wandered for days without seeing another living person. Eventually my hunger drove me to unconsciousness.

I awoke in a Monastery, high in a mountain range. I had been taken in by the Monks of Deshuba. They nursed me back to health, and offered to help me overcome my sorrow. I accepted their generous offer, besides I had nowhere else to go, no family, no hope. After several years of training with them, I found an inner peace and tranquillity that soothed my pain. I learnt to harness it and I become strong.

These Monks had become my new family, but I did not belong in the mountains. I needed to return to the civilisation that spawned me. Upon reaching my 24th birthday I decided it was time to leave the shelter of the Monastery and find my desitiny.