Kayzan Sol

Backstory: A framed picture of a drawing left on the breakfast table. The depiction of the farmhouse as it could be , alongside the frame a note was left folded 20 something ways and placed under the frame. When they look inside , they will find a simple note.
"It's time, I'm sorry"
Those would be the last words Kayzan would leave his family as he left their humble cottage in their plot of land. Looking behind him towards the towering wall that for so long helped him feel safe, at least until it didn't.
Times have changed since the war, new construction atop the old plots were more prevalent these days. Crops and community not as in demand as when he was younger, or perhaps his rose colored glasses had long been removed.
It was now his turn to shape his destiny and toiling away at this small plot was no longer an option. Not after the war, not after awakening his druidic powers.
Kayzan Sol had a simple plan in place. Make sure that their family has shelter and safety. He had no clue as to what that would mean to him as time passes but he was excited to find out.

Year of Birth

11 AoA 25 Years old