<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/16/a6/b6/16a6b6668472d57f34ca1c2ae6039aa2.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name</span></strong>Suffering<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Court Name</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Tamyn zovlong , khuntaij </div></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Race</span></strong>Tiefling<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age</span></strong>19<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hair Color</span></strong>Brown with black streaks<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Eye Color</span></strong>Burnt orange<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Skin Color</span></strong>Reddish-white<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Height</span></strong>5'6<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weight</span></strong>172 lbs<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Gender</span></strong>Male<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sexual Preference</span></strong>Heterosexual<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Class</span></strong>Monk<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Special Items</span></strong>None<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality</span></strong>Distant, reserved; generally only speaks when spoken to, or when he finds it necessary. Some times good, but has occasional very dark moments. A grim sense of humor. Well disciplined.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Back story</span></strong>Suffering was born to two Tieflings who lived in the outskirts of a small farming village. Though they were not respected, they were at least tolerated by the other inhabitants; primarily humans. They were poor, but they had each other, a nice field of crops, a cozy home, and a child; they were happy.<br/><br/>One season, while Suffering was still a young lad, there was a lot of rain. It rained, and rained, and rained. And that year, the crop was miserable, and pitiful; the vast majority of crops had rotted in the ground due to all the rain.  The people, angry and desperate, turned their attention to the Tiefling family. It didn't matter that their potatoes were good for little more than composting, like the rest of them; it didn't matter that they, too, would have to resort to desperate means to survive through the winter.<br/><br/>They were devil-spawn. They were evil. They must be responsible! The villagers got whipped up into a frenzied mob. Their farm was torched, and his parents were stoned to death. The young one fled, though; escaped his captors. He took refuge in an old monastery, overgrown with vines. Most of its contents were in shambles, but the structure itself--made of stone--was well preserved and intact.<br/><br/>He found the place free of nasty critters--a shocking bit of good luck, that--and hid there. In time, he decided to make this place his home. He had never heard the villagers talk about it; it was far away from the roads. It would be safe. As he grew older here, he sealed off the more vulnerable areas, made a single entry point. He scavenged and cobbled together enough things to make his own bedding, and a few essentials one would expect in a house.<br/><br/>The monastery itself had some nice gardens, a well, even an apple tree, and while young, he had already learned a thing or two about tending crops. They had seeds, and he worked hard to clear the garden of weeds and debris, to plant; to become self-sustaining. He occasionally tried his hand at hunting, but more often then not, this has resulted in little more than him wasting his time.  Every bit helps, though. Foraging, too, has seen him not wanting for sustenance; the wilderness is full of edible berries.<br/><br/>The other interesting thing of note about this monastery, was the fact that it still contained many old books in very good condition. The library itself managed to escape the ravages of the elements and time, due to its location. The majority of books were in Common, and so he was able to read these. When he was not tending to the basic, daily chores of keeping this little safe haven functional, he spent his time reading, learning, studying.<br/><br/>As the years went on, he grew; physically, as well as mentally and spiritually.  He practiced, and occasionally had reason to put into practice the martial arts he studied. Some times, wild beasts intruded upon him; or the occasional ne'er-do-well.