Ethan Xuphaphinthre

Player Character

As the years went by, Ethan kept working for the guild. He tried not to do his job too well as to avoid attention being brought to himself, but also not so terribly as to be fired. He didn't necessarily like his job, he actually kind of resented getting himself into it, but he knew that he had to keep going. The look on his fathers face when something finally worked, or when he got a new idea meant everything to him.
More time passed, and his father sat him down to talk. He told him there is more to life then killing to get money, and that he should leave to do what the rest of his people cannot: Live. After thinking about it, and being reassured countless times by his father that everything would be okay for him and the village, he set out. A few years later, and Ethan felt like a failure. His father sent him to make a life for himself, to find his own way, but Ethan didn't know how to live up here. He had to resort to the same thing that he did back in his village: Kill to survive. He felt the only thing that changed about his life was that now he was alone in a place he didn't understand. But he had kept going for fear of being a failure to his village, and to his father.
Finally, about a year and a half after he had left, Ethan had heard news that something had happened to his village. He didnt know if it was true, but he had to figure out for sure. He swiftly made his way back to the village, and the entire place was in shambles. The house he had lived in for so long was ravanged, and he desperately searched for his father. Searching the house, he found his old room had been bricked up. His father wouldnt do this for no reason... So Ethan tore the bricks down. Walking inside, everything was pristine, just how he left it. Though, there was an envelope on his pillow, with two things in it.
The first, was a pure gold ring. One of the two that his father had, the one he had said he had planned to give to "A special someone". And the second, a note.

Ethan, my beloved son,
Though I do not have much time, I had to say these possibly final things to you.
I am sorry for everything. I had only wanted the best for you, and yet I couldn't even provide that. I wanted you to live a life free from the confines of what we have here, to be true to yourself and carry on my legacy. And yet, I couldn't even ensure that. For this, I am truely sorry.
If you read this, I am sure you can infer that our village was attacked. By the queen of souls herself, she sent people to ravage our village and kill all traces of us. I must flee if I hope to live, however I have left this to you. My ring, so I am always with you, no matter how far apart we are. I love you, my son, and I hope we can finally see each other again sometime soon, in this life or the next.
-Your loving father, Havos

Ethan clutched the note and sat there. He knew this was sadness, but he couldn't cry. He was never built to cry. He didn't know how to express himself other then to sit there. And that's what he did. It seemed like hours, maybe days had passed before he decided to move again. He knew his father was out there, waiting for the day to come when he could finally hug his son again. And Ethan wasn't about to leave him for a second time. He got up, fathering whatever he could from the house that hadn't been destroyed, which included a few small devices and other trinkets, like his fathers favorite mug, to remember his father by, and set out on his own for the second time, but this time he had a purpose.