I, am Darion and I was given this name because of my grandfather. I am known as the master because need to master all things.
I stand six feet tall with a muscular body. I have black hair with big,green eyes. My white skin and a rough appearance in general makes me unique.
I see myself as one who follows [fighters and wizards. I want to gain wealth and fame by first helping the populace. I generally view alliances as useful.
I intend to do things slowly and carefully in order to become the next Ruler of Kings. Thus, I now start this path towards adventure.
One of the wenches in the tavern approached me. At first I thought she was drunk or delusional because she claimed to be sent by one of my dead parents in order to fulfill my destiny of being a ruler of kings. I could hardly believe it until she started to sound more and more convincing. Why a wench though, maybe its because she will be so well informed that she can also keep me in the know about the townsfolk.