Sarid

My name, or rather, the name I had been granted by Kindra was Sarid. She said in one of the planet's ancient languages it meant survivor. She had taught me few things and had been more of a guide than truly a teacher. Now I was on my own, living on my own and doing whatever I felt like. I had even discovered my father's identity, but he had perished during the war.

It seemed so long ago that I was just a child, a child that had been so impressed with the abilities of Kindra that I had searched for her tower and learned from her. Now, ten years older, yet still an adolescent for my species, I entered a city on the outskirts of my father's country being sent off by Kindra to change the world. She always had had a way about being overly dramatic like that. I was just looking for a job.

I wore a hooded cloak, with the hood pulled down to cover my face. I wasn't sure how welcome I'd be, even here. My features were enough different from the giant race called Retiray, a race that easily grew to twenty feet tall, that anyone who had seen them could tell I was mixed with something else. That something else was human, I had spent my entire life on the run because of a war that had caused my village to fall into the hands of a race that was racially intolerant of any species mixing and who revered themselves, incorrectly as the most perfect and blessed of all the races in the world.

They were ruthless to their enemies, yet they could be brutally loyal. Not all of them were so hateful, but I'd only heard about them through rumors, having never met one in person.

Currently I was twelve feet tall, having grown a few feet in the last year, which hurt a lot. I was the equivalent human age of approximately seventeen, though my birth age was thirty five. I would be an adult for nearly four times that of a human, meaning I'd easily live into my two hundreds and that was without magic.

At least that's what Kindra had told me, she had looked a little bit jealous, but she'd never confess to it. She had told me all about the history, there was one thing I knew she was keeping from me but I could not figure out what it was and so I let it go.

I was just entering the town and decided I'd start my look for work here, in this trading town, people were always passing through and you never know when one would be needing work. I sniffed the air, a good pleasing smell was breezing through the air and I smiled. It would be a good day.

(For Deanna, and Luke if he can't tell or doesn't remember, this is not the same town Cordovan and Giselle are in. If you want to have a little bit of time pass for your characters that's fine, you two would need to discuss it but my character is kind of disassociated from them so that's why I did it this way. Basically his previous post was ten years in the past. Luke your post.)