Khyros Amhran

Biographical information

Birthplace Elbion Born Died Age 82 Home Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Half-Elf Sub-Race Gender Male Height Average Mass Lithely muscled Hair color Dark Brown Eye color Blue-Gray Skin color Light Tan

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Bard Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Shade Created on October 17, 2018 Avatar Blue Eyes by Niki Vaszi

The darkness was pierced by the singular glow of a smoldering cherry, the faint crackle of burning paper and dried leaf broke the silence, and it was all wrapped within the soft, sweet-smelling smoke that was exhaled once the cherries brightness dimmed. A slow, satisfied draw of breath followed, languidly flowing around the room on the tails of smoke.

"Tell me, again." A pause as the cherry brightened once more, and the sweet-smelling smoke flowed outward again. "Tell me, how all of this started."

Her voice held amusement within it, though not of the friendly type. This amusement, while mirthful, had dark striations within it. Darkened edges, like paper held to close too close to a flame. It was not amusement that was meant to be shared. Rather, it was amusement that was meant to be aimed, like a weapon, to strike down its target.

The cherry blossomed once more, and the smoke was slowly released from parted lips. It filled the air again, swirling from a barely felt current of air, before being drawn towards the various cracks in the walls, or around the door. The room they were in had seen better days, though those days were long past.

Had there been light, the cracked and peeling paint on the walls would have been the least offensive thing about the room. The bedding lay amid a heap of kindling that had once been a bed. Beside it was an equally ruined nightstand, beyond which had been a chair. That chair, the seemingly sole survivor of the rooms occupancy, was where he sat. The cords of the rope that bound him to the chair were flexible and strong, made taut by clever knotwork that kept him immobile, but didn't cut off his blood flow. Had there been light, the sole window in the room would be seen to be boarded up, protecting the occupants from unwelcome light and visitors. It hadn't helped, but he hadn't thought it would either. He didn't run and hide well, even when it seemed to be the only choice left to him.

He knew she wouldn't ask again. He wasn't quite broken yet, but he was tired. Tired of running, both from his enemies and from his own story. Tired of being a puppet to those he used to trust. Tired of being. He took a deep, slow breath. He felt the pain stitching along his ribs, identifying where his last fight and the torture since had left him bruised and broken. His tongue probed a few loose teeth while he considered what to say.

Where did one begin to tell the tale of their life's unraveling?

Where indeed.

"You'll be sittin' a while." He said finally, his voice rough as gravel over a dry road. "Tis a long tale."

"Darlin'," came the throaty chuckle around a mouthful of smoke. "I got nothin but time."

Overview

Physical Description

Khyros is average of height, with medium length brown hair, a full, well kept beard, and intelligent blue-gray eyes. He almost always has a smirk, smile, or grin on his face, as if he had just heard a bawdy tale, a humorous joke, or is just plain enjoying life. He can normally be found in earth tone clothing, with darker colored pants, trousers, or kilts on, and darker colored boots, with lighter colored shirts and vests. The outfits nearly always look good, though don't always seem remarkable or memorable.

Khyros is also accoutered with an instrument almost everywhere he goes. He favors the lute or the fife, but can be found trying his hand at nearly any instrument nearby. His fife has a belt sheath that typically hangs along his left side, while his lute is typically in a case either carried across his back or strapped to his pack. He also tends to carry a simple short sword, set behind his fife sheath, and a dagger on the opposite side.

Biography

Early Years

Half-elves live between worlds, at least in Khyros's view. His mother was an Elven lady (Tamiel Faenwe) that had been an envoy from Fal'Addas to Elbion for several years, while his father had been a famous luthier (Khyran Amhran). Over the years of Tamiel being stationed in Elbion, she and Khyran grew close. Love developed, and they had a child. In the lifespan of Elves, not much time passed between Khyros being born and Khyran dying from old age. Still, Khyros has very fond memories of his father, and credits him with his deep love of music. When Tamiel had to return to Fal'addas, Khyros was already of an age where human society would accept him as an adult, and so he chose to remain.

Solo Years

Khyros spent the years following his mothers exodus practicing his music, playing in various taverns and festivals around the city. He enjoyed life, though as the years passed he gained more of an itch to travel. Nothing but his whim held him to the city, all of his family was dead or elsewhere. He resisted the itch for a while, but eventually the sound of his voice, the strum of his lute, and the trill of his fife were no longer heard in Elbion, as his feet took him on the road.

His first destination was Fal'Addas, intending to spend time among his Mothers people. Upon arriving, however, he learned that his Mother's family was not approving of him and his Half Human heritage. His Mother took him aside, and in a painful conversation, asked him to not return as her son. Still feeling for Khyros, she did give him a gift. The gift consisted of an Earth Elemental companion that mostly took the form of a Wolf. Then, Khyros left his Mother, and took to the road. He and his new companion aimed for Alliria and beyond.

Character

Personality Traits

Because I'm Happy... - Khyros has an infectious good mood nearly all of the time. Even in dire times, he often has a smile and a song ready.

Skills and Abilities

Music - Khyros has an innate ability to pick up music, whether it is vocal or instrumental. This extends to learning new instruments as well.

Linguist - Khyros is also capable of learning languages quicker than normal, only having to hear a few conversations before he picks up some words. With more exposure, he quickly learns more and expands his vocabulary.

Friends All Over - Khyros has traveled far and wide in his years, and has gained friends in almost every city and most villages as well.

Lira

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Earth Elemental Wolf

References

^Forest Wolf by Silvarn

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