Torbryn
Torbryn's earliest memory is a song. Being only a baby at the time, he remembers nothing of the words, only the soft melody sung in a gentle, sweet voice. The melody was sad, or maybe just it's singer, either way that song figures prominently in Torbryn's dreams to this day.
Torbryn, or Bryn as his mother named him, was the product of an extramarital affair between a sea-elf maiden and a son or the wealthy and influential J'mon family of Redstone who met while his father, Am'arel, was leading a trade mission. As is sometimes the case during a half-sea elven birth, Torbryn was born lacking the gills needed to survive in his mother's oceanic home. Unable to part with her people and her responsibilities, she left her son with Am'arel, her J'mon lover. Other than memories of her son, she left her son a small coral baby ring that Torbryn still wears around his neck on a leather cord.
Torbryn was raised amongst his noble born half brothers in the northern docks district. Growing up in a wealthy trading family, Torbryn never wanted for much. He was educated by fine tutors in history and the languages of elves and fey. Later, he apprenticed himself on one of the family trading ships to learn tradecraft and seacraft first hand. He rose quickly through the seafairing ranks, learning everything from maintaining sails to navigation.
Torbryn's first trade venture is topic of gossip and speculation within the docks of Redstone. He set sail on the Seasprite, one of House J'mon's smaller galleys, to the lands of Serenar to return with a hold full of exotic spices and silks. Only the Seasprite never returned. After three months, Torbryn washed up on the shores outside Redstone, thin but alive. The traders whisper of his bad luck, but to the sailors and fishermen, who have tasted the sea's furry, Torbryn is revered as a symbol of luck. Sailors aboard every ship leaving Redstone's port pray for the luck of Torbyrn.
Lacking the funds for another trade venture, Torbryn, has taken to the adventuring life to make his fortune. He wields strange eldritch powers, and bears the mark of the sea in his ever-changing eyes. What luck will he bring to the next party to offer him a place?
Torbyrn is of average human height, but with a slight build that marks his elven heritage. His olive skin is weather-beaten from his years at sea. His black hair is short and wavy, like his father’s and brothers’, though, upon closer inspection, one might notice that the roots appear to be sea green. His beard, also dyed black, is worn close-cropped in a tidy fashion. Torbryn's most striking feature are his eyes which are as changeable as the sea (or his moods), ranging from a tranquil turquoise, to a fathomless blue, to a stormy grey. He is usually dressed in finely made, but plain, adventurers clothes that are more utilitarian than fashionable. He scorns the use of weapons, and is generally seen wielding a simple staff of driftwood.
