History

Most kids grow up with a family and their first memories are usually tied to their parents. Most kids quickly figure out that parents nurtured and continue to nurture them as they grow. Sevrin's first memories were that of training monks, interacting with other young ones and being introduced slowly to more practices and trainings that would befit a monk of The Webspinners of Ariachne.




When the idea and the notion of parents are not even a reality, what's there to think about. Sevrin grew well into his teens before slowly the dots started connecting through studies and general biology that he came from somewhere. And that he didn't just come to existence at the monastery. He had made lots of friends, declared a select few rivals in combat training and built a good life at the monastery. A life that one would not need complain about if the rest of their life were to be laid out here, but there was something...


He had an itch growing that he shortly noticed growing from a simple curiosity to something that could not be ignored.




Parts of a monks training, should he choose to, is to select a weapon. Or let the weapon select them. The chosen weapon is an extension of the self and a way to build upon the entirety of mind, body, and soul. After much time, Sevrin found the most natural extension of self via the use of Nunchuku. With this realization, he found himself slowly getting rid of his itch as a new focus in training came into light. But it would only last so long.




On the day he would be told was the 25th anniversary of when he was found Sevrin is overwhelmed by a feeling of suffocation. It turns out the discovery of self is just as important as the ideals by which you were raised to live. Maybe it was the gnawing question of who his parents were, where did he come from, or why he was abandoned. Whatever it was after this day he recognized that he would mot grow out of this feeling if he were to stay.




Drowning in the gnawing claustrophobia and surge of purpose, he doesn't even recognize his decision to sneak into the ancient weapons chamber and taking the nunchuku he's lauded over since he was a boy as a bad thing. He doesn't recognize the reality of his situation as he is steadily gaining distance away from the monastery going to gods know where. Knowing the order he is a part of, or was a part of, he questions the possibility that he could even pull any of this off without someone having witnessed what he did. If he was discovered, why was he let go? No time for that. With every step taken, the chance at the first steps of his own life, for once, are in sight.




Regardless of where he ends up from there, the underlying hope is the the turmoil within him with someday find peace enough to forgive himself for leaving, as well as forgiving himself for feeling guilty of wanting to live his life truly free. At one point, he looks down at the nunchuku he... stole.

"...I'll earn you... I promise... First things first... Shelter then work."

Onward.

Recent Events (Pre Campaign)

Sevrin has spent the last four months on the road. Traveling south to the city of Umsa Serine he was finally able to get on an escort caravan to the city. However, never having to really deal with money he quickly ran out of it. Sevrin was able to gain enough favor to get to a small Hamlet just north of Umsa. Vestadores was going to be a quick way point. Maybe one or two days for a quick job and enough supplies to make the 10 hour walk to Umsa. However, Sevrin quickly learned that it would be easier to do anytging in the city with money and contacts.




Sevrin would change his job search, he began to look for jobs from high profile people in the hamlet. One of these jobs would intersect with that of a local bounty hunter, Wesley McClean. Having managed to find leads that no one other than Wesley could find both of the characters, came to head trying to find a high profile criminal. Once the target was captured, Wesley would give Sevrin some gold but offer a much better deal.




Welsey would offer to train Sevrin, making him a prospective member of the Grievers. A deal that would allow him to officially pick up a bounty anywhere in Miandora if he is initiated. Sevrin has spent a week under the tutelage of Wesley. So far he's learned that bounty hunting is all about chasing dead ends until one of them bites. He was hoping for more action but the pay has kept him happy enough. 




Ever since his arrival in Vestadores, Sevrin has begun to experience new memories. Memories from before his time with the Webspinners. Sevrin remembers a beautiful blue eyed face wrapping him in a blanket, while a somber stern face watches patiently in the back ground. The memory is fuzzy, other than the faces there are no other clues to identify the place or the people.