My father named me Aganyn because he believed I would one day be a great ruler. A ruler of grace, wisdom and honor. I know little of ruling therefore, I have chosen the path of the cleric. War is my domain! Not against man or beast but against the abundance of suffering and hardship felt by the people.
I was born human. I stand 6 feet tall with a muscular body. I have black hair, cut short of course, with hazel eyes. I am told my bronze skin came from my father and handsomeness, from my mother.
As a cleric, I intend to help the community by advancing agriculture. I will start with researching ways to support farmers and ranchers in increasing their yields and their profits.
My goal is to one day become king of a prosperous kingdom and I intend to do this with food.
Captain Arydien approached me late in the day on my way to the tavern. He served under my father and had sworn to look out for me. At first, I did not trust his words but once he shared information only a close friend of my parents would know, I changed my view. There was that and the fact that I felt alone in this world, it felt good to have a friend. Captain Arydien said my father was the best leader he has ever seem, he intends to see me walk the same path. Perhaps he can help me improve my swordplay though I don't know how much help he would be in my vision to improve agriculture.
There he was, a bloody mess in the alley. Apparently he attacked a thug with his fist and was cut down. It was said he had a great sword, armor and a helm neatly tucked away in his backpack. No one knows why he would fight without using these items. Perhaps they belonged to someone else, either way there is no way of knowing now.