<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/212px-Richard.jpg)</div>Name: Arandur.<br/>Age: 45 (Appears to be in his twenties)<br/>Race: Half-elf (Passes himself off as human)<br/>Birthplace: kaze<br/>Items:<br/>Stone of Death:As per above...<br/>Hunter's Bow: A composite shortbow that is of particularly good craftsmanship.<br/>Quiver with two dozen arrows<br/>Thirteen inch, double bladed dagger.  (http://cdn2.overstock.com/images/products/P12319796.jpg)<br/>A set of sturdy traveler's clothes<br/>Small rucksack containing essential camping supplies<br/>Portable fishing gear<br/>Small pony used as a beast of burden and mount<br/><br/>Skills: Hunting, fishing, fletching, marksmanship, hiking, herbology, tracking.<br/><br/>History- Born a bastard, little more than the product of a one night stand between a bar wench and elven adventurer, he grew up in the small fishing village of Kaze  being practically a pariah. Treated as little more than a slave by his mother, and bullied quite frequently, it's a small miracle that Arandur is not a sociopath...especially considering the burden he bears.<br/><br/>As he grew older, he started practicing with a bow, with some of the town's militia. Some thought maybe he'd "finally be worth something" by being able to keep their citizens safe, but really, he simply joined for the education he wanted...and then he promptly left, along with equipment.<br/><br/>Arandur has  since learned quite a bit about traveling in the woods, and how to best make use of them.  He's become a free lance adventurer to support himself, and constantly roams about restlessly, looking for some place where he might finally fit in...if such a place might exist.<br/><br/>Arandur, several years prior to the start of this story, discovered the Stone of Death in a cave he had been hired to clear of some dangerous vermin for a company that wanted to start mining in it again. He literally stumbled upon the stone, and thinking it valuable, took it with him.<br/><br/>Over time, he slowly managed to puzzle out its power...and introspection led him towards understanding the consequences of holding onto it. Realizing, through trial and error, he could not simply let the accursed thing go, he has instead dedicated himself to trying to master the item.  When the urge to kill rises, he takes it out on cutthroats, bandits, and other assorted bottom feeders.<br/><br/>Every day for him is a constant contest of will; a challenge that his childhood, which he manged to get through with sheer grit and stubborn tenacity, has helped prepare him for. The question, of course, is....when will he finally lose that battle?