(http://darkjade68.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/383_ca_ranger2.jpg)<br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=368233 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=368233)<br/>Updated with character image.<br/><br/>Galen Telfier's first close encounter with the corelings, other than as creatures of misery in the night always kept at bay by the wards, was when a single symbol of the wards was covered by a single leaf. That night his mother stuck him into their bolt hole and left him inside. His next sight was in the morning when the corelings were driven away by the harsh light of the sun. A home bathed in blood and destruction, merely ten years hold he buried what was left of his family, nursing a dark anger within him. He trained and learned their ways, learning the art of mounted warfare, bows and blades alike. Knowing that creatures always returned Galen vowed that these horrors must be stopped, though he knew not how. Paying close attention to the natural world, he picked up many things, how to hide, how to strike from ambush, and quickly learning that speed and well kept wards is the only defense against the corelings. Determination shows through his eyes when facing the immortal demons of the night, unwilling to let them take a life if he can prevent it.