Nathir the Red (dec'd)

Character Name: Nathir the Red 
Class: Ranger Archer 
Role: Mobile Striker
Rank/Position/Concept: Skilled tracker and loner, quick reactions to loose as many arrows as possible
Sex: Male 
Species: Human Race: Tharbrian 
Homeland:  
Age: 25 - Height: 5'10" - Weight: 150lbs 
Colour of - Hair: Red - Eyes: Blue - Skin: Tanned 
Appearance: Lithe and lanky, almost as though he survives off only what forages.
Clothing: Worn leather armour in need of replacing, offset by an impressive cloak.
Demeanour: Quiet and harsh, has spent much of his adult life alone and is unused to the group dynamic.
Motivations: Tracking his oldest friend for a family heirloom she stole.

All things considered, Nathir had a good time of it growing up. Valera, a fishing village north of the Carnelian plains
was nicer than many places he's seen since. Growing up his best friend was a red elf girl, Ionel, who gave him a appreciation
for a culture outside his own and in time they would become lovers.

When he came of age he joined the local frontier defence groups and in celebration his parents gave him an ancient heirloom that had supposedly been in the family as a trophy from an epic battle centuries ago. The months at a time he'd spend away from Valera scouting and fighting meant his relationship with Ionel never developed into anything formal, anything they both wanted.

Eventually she left to develop her academic and arcane talents in the high elf city, Actun. Returning years later they share a
blissful night before she disappears south with Nathir's heirloom. All she leaves is a note saying sorry, that she still loves
him; a note he still keeps close.

Nathir tracked her to Renth and then lost the trail. Spending the last couple of years doing what he can for money while he hunts her, he stumbles across the group and decides it might be time for a change of tack.