My name is Zirael. I am known as the Knight by many. At the age of sixteen, according to the years of man, I can be described as having a silver coiled hair neatly coiffured to reveal a long charming face, darting violet eyes set rooted within their sockets. I stand tall on a muscular frame.
I intend to do what I can in order to become the next Ruler of Kings.
A Sentimental Value: Ring of Solace
Looking through my inventory, I took something out from a small box containing a memento of my Mother. A ring of Solace tied to a string to be worn around the neck. I took it to remind myself of the many things she said before she left this world.
I met him in a well somewhere around in town on a clear morning wearing a brigandine customized to his own build. It was quite a casual conversation at first as if he didn't mind me being a half-elf. Then we talked about ideals and philosophies. Suprisingly, he taught me a lot. I think he is an upright person and I hope to know him more in the future.
Deity of Zirael
This focused goddess of good takes the form of an adult woman. She is very tall and has a graceful build. She has blue hair worn in a style that resembles a halo. Her slitted eyes are plum-colored. Her outfit is made from the bones of a dead goddess, and is that of a mystic. She has light-colored skin. She carries a map.
Vorn Kingdom of Zirael
The surrounding countryside is well traveled. You're certain you have reached one of the most beautiful regions of the realm. Its vibrant green meadows and flowery rose gardens, not to mention the rich and diverse culture of its inhabitants, make it a must see destination. Looking around, you notice the city of Rognor's Campsite in the distance.