Post #145848
March 24, 2020, 09:25:50 AM
Name: Janon Valenmoor
Age: 27
Appearance: An average-height human with long, brown hair and hazel eyes. He typically wears loose-fitting clothes and the ratty old cape that he was wearing the day his town was destroyed, which hides his slender frame, toned if not a bit haggard from the physical demands of surviving the past several years.
Hometown: Azamar, a small frontier town that was one of the first to be destroyed by the Wave five years prior.
Bio: By the time he started school, Janon had already discovered both a love and talent for all things scholarly, especially when it came to exploring the facts, ideas, and stories of good books. In a frontier town that cherished those with the strength to do the grueling physical labor necessary to survive, this made him a misfit with other kids his age, which made him only want to retreat to his books even more. His parents supported his interests though, managing to buy him a book or two on occasion when their crops and goods brought a bit of extra coin in a larger town.
When Janon started displaying a rare ability to channel magic, becoming a mage or a wizard seemed a natural fit for him. However, his family could not afford to send him to one of the magic academies, and couldn't even afford to lose him at the farm. Instead he learned rudimentary skills and spells from the occasional hedge wizard whose knowledge his parents were able to pay or barter for. Although his abilities weren't powerful, they were practical and varied enough that he became a great help on the farm and was able to eventually begin making some coin on his own by selling his services to others in town.
Over the next few years, he became a respected member of his community for his talents, and his life was comfortable by the standards of a frontier town, but owing to where he was he was neither able to connect with the people around him or find the coin that would advance himself further. So it seemed his path in life was set. Then the Wave hit. That's what they would later come to call the giant, hulking masses of beasts that seemed to sweep the land like a tsunami, starting with the frontier towns and working its way inward. Janon survived out of luck. He and a few others were storing food in the cellar beneath the one-room schoolhouse and was able to hide from the initial onslaught in there, then slip through the wastes back to what was left of civilization.
Since then, Janon has been forced to adapt to life in a land thrown into chaos and war. Sometimes working alone and sometimes in various small mercenary companies, he's learned the basics that's necessary to survive...the ability to wield a short sword, to hunt, and to pick locks when he has to turn to methods he's less than proud of. He still has all his knowledge and magic ability he had before, but in this life taking time away to find a book, much less read one, is a luxury he can't afford, and his true talents remain undeveloped. You might say he's a jack of many trades, but a master of none, and deep down he wonders how he can find whatever is left in life of peace and joy.