Rise of the Slum King
Characters
Born and left behind in the Northern Ebrarian Ruins near the capital of Sysnia, Caulron was found by a group of travelling squatters, digging through the ruins. The squatters, barely able to care for themselves, soon after left Caulron to an elderly widow in the slums of the nearby city.
Growing among the boys of the slums, most people would have predicted little success for Caulron. Many would conclude his life amounting to little more than a thief or a gang leader at best. Despite the cynicism of his peers and the derision of landowners, he sought greater things. Caulron was determined to take hold of his own fate, vowing he would not end his life in a forgotten alley, but in the opulence of a palace surrounded by loyal subjects.
As a matter of fact, Caulron knew he would do whatever it took to become the sovereign of a united Ebraria. By his force of character and strength of will, he would consolidate the independent city-states of the Southern province under a mighty empire which would ultimately fill the world with peace and prosperity. He was sure of his destiny, his dreams at night and the confirmation of a witch seer sealed it.
Caulron knew he would first need to build his influence. Ebraria was known for its elitist political climate where the poor were seen as less than dogs, a culture he knew he would eventually reform. To achieve this, he assembled a group of devoted men to form a mercenary guild known as The Fallen Sun, and increased their renown by their strategic exploits. Eventually they were chosen and hired as the champions of the city of Catalania to represent them in the Games of Ebraria.
Caulron
Kozir
Kozir was abandoned by his parents at birth. They left him in the temple rubble of Maguro in the outskirts of the slums of Sysnia. Presumably his parents had mind to leave him to die, due to his Tiefling appearance.
Although he was left in a desolate and cursed place, a caretaker of the slum's orphanage was led to him by brilliant lunar rays cast by the full moon during a cloudy midnight sky. The crepuscular rays were no accident but an evidence of the hereditary lineage that had been dormant in Kozir's bloodline. As a matter of fact, he had inherited the powers of celestial beings who blessed his ancestors several generations ago.
The boy grew up in the slums ostracized by most children for his frightening features but expanded in his mastery of the gifts and powers flowing through his heritage. He was eventually awakened to the knowledge of his favor from celestial beings. These beings often guided him through visions of future events and warned him of possible consequences of certain choices.
Kozir was eventually given a vision which guided him to Caulron, and quickly found fellowship in him. The young tiefling became supernaturally drawn to Caulron in friendship and loyalty, knowing that he would be at his side no matter the circumstances. Their fates were knit together. As their friendship grew, Caulron revealed to Kozir, his dreams of greatness and kingship, which collaborated with many dreams that the oracle had already received.
As they grew together in strength and stature, Kozir continued his deep friendship with Caulron. As was sworn, he remained at his right hand as they founded the mercenary guild together.
Morgan Reyne
Morgan Reyne had always been a trickster and performer at heart. From his youth, he would try and seize the amazement of his friends and family with the inherent magic powers he was born with. Unfortunately his family was less than pleased with the magic powers he was gifted, and soon disowned him from their home.
Morgan Reyne did not need to look very far, he had already heard many stories of an upcoming guild that recruited even the lowest in society. If prospects promised loyalty and dedication to their ranks, The Guild of the Fallen Sun would show no prejudice against the lowly-born.
As the boy introduced himself and displayed his instinctive capacity for magic, Caulron immediately perceived his potential for more than tricks. The guild leader personally welcomed Morgan into their midst, and paired him with a capable magic tutor.
Although he grew into a bright young man, he kept his penchant for trickery and chaos. True enough it had bitten him in the past, for this reason however, he became somewhat sensitive about other's perception of his, and made quite some effort into containing this part of himself.
He meditates, and studies, and practices his art with a ferocity that is perhaps unhealthy, as it's so clearly contrary to his playful nature. Still, sometimes his personality breaks through the cracks, especially at camp during downtime. He grew a reputation with the guild of making practical jokes, especially against its more gullible members. Where things are misplaced or illusionary magic is at work, he is frequently blamed... and sometimes rightly so.
At times of peace and rest, he can frequently be seen playing with fire, juggling bluish flames and letting them dance across his fingers. This is partly to relax, and largely to practice. Fire is chaos. It can easily fall away from him and requires utmost precision and skill to tame. But wherever his fire is tinged in blue, so to is it in his control. It's when the magic deteriorates into the reds and greens and purples of the weave that there is something to be concerned about...
Yambo
Born into slavery, Yambo never thought of his future as as anything more than cattle work. He was pushed around by his owner more the other slaves. There was no need to guess the reason why, he made clear to Yambo his hatred for Orcs and half-breeds.
As Yambo grew into adulthood, his owner found increasing difficulty pushing him to his limits. He would command progressively more burdensome and laborious tasks but Yambo persisted through them all. His prodigious strength was no secret to anyone.
Eventually, the slaves threw a munity against their owner and him for his brutal and sadistic tendencies. Yambo himself had no part in any of it. He only stood and watched. He felt no regret or pity for his former master, as the man was mercilessly beaten to death by the many slaves. Yambo didn't care, but now, he didn't know what to do.
Yambo was forced to rethink his purpose in life. For the first time in his life he tasted freedom, he was nobody's slave. Yambo searched out for a place where he might make good profit of his strength and came across the Fallen Sun Guild.
He quickly grew to respect and appreciate the kind and capable leader Caulron. As Yambo determined himself to commit to the guild, he quickly rose through the ranks by proving his single-minded devotion to the success of the guild. Yambo had finally found a cause worth fighting for.
Kenshin
The mysterious Kenshin was by no means an easy man to impress. By many people's standards, he had lived a full life, more eventful than most. As a matter of fact, Kenshin had spent half of his life committed to his monastery pursing the Path of the Open Fist, and the other half travelling, looking for inspiration on improving his art.
In his travels, Kenshin had become disillusioned by the people around him. He found most people to be vacuous of an inner life, more concerned with their immediate concerns and troubles rather than seeking wisdom and excellence. The further he travelled, the further he desired to be from civilization, preferring to spend his time in solitude, lost in meditation or practicing his craft.
Though he rarely craved to live in society, Kenshin made a point to at times retire from his seclusions and return to cities to not completely forsake his humanity. Though his returns were brief and always reminded him of his disdain for public life, he notably enjoyed company of those he deemed his equals.
Knowing him, many people would be surprised to know the respect and liking he took to Caulron. The young leader of the Fallen Sun Guild, had quickly gained the most high esteem of Kenshin. Though he was many times his elder, Kenshin treated Caulron with remarkable honor and reverence. Caulron likewise, was exceedingly glad to have someone wise and thoughtful like Kenshin on his side.
Only fools choose to walk this world alone; while only the brave can know what it is to love. -Valerio Stormhawk