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Tenran Cyneran

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Prologue
+ NAME + Tenran Cyneran
+ ALIAS + None
+ AGE + 36
+ GENDER + Male
+ STAR SIGN + The Stellar Lattice
+ BORN + Mid-Autumn
+ ORIGIN + Connloath, Matron's Hollow
+ SPECIES + Human
+ RESIDENCE + Nomadic
+ OCCUPATION + Bounty Hunter, Ex-Soldier
+ COUNTENANCE + Brown hair / Dark blue left eye, Gold-Green right eye
+ STATURE + 6'0" / 185 lbs.
+ SEXUALITY + Heterosexual


CH. I – Painting a Portrait
While no longer a young man, Tenran is grizzled and hardened in his features.  He has a wisened, experienced look to him, and doesn't appear to suffer the consequence of fools.  His eyes are like a hawks, narrowed and squinted as if the sun is always in his eyes, even in the cover of night.  He's quite tall and lean, not of Connlaothian blood obviously, and naturally tan, but very well-built as need be for someone of his profession, and years in the military.  His features are striking, his nose pointed and angular, with deep eyes beneath a solemn brow and high cheekbones; a full beard lining his features.  He has a number of scars on his person, earned from his profession and years of military service.


+ NOTABLE MARKS +
An old battle wound on his left leg keeps Tenran from walking correctly.  He has a sort of limp and stiffness in his left leg, particularly his knee and wears a self-made brace to give him support and allow him to flex his leg without much effort on his part.  It is fashioned from bits of steel and small clock-pieces to give a wide range of motion, one which he wears on the outside of his trousers.

+ PREFERRED CLOTHING +
Outside of commoner clothing, Tenran can usually be found wearing his custom made armor of steel and leather.  It is fullbodied, a leather double-breasted undercoat with plated steel covering his chest and stomach, ribs and back, with layered leather in the joints.  Thick bracers round his forearms, and leather and steel-plated greaves with hidden compartments around them.  These are fashioned in sections, around his thighs and shins, with much softer more comfortable cloth pants underneath, with brown soft, but sturdy boots on his feet.

CH II – Mental Make-up
Tenran is a professional, above all else.  And makes sure he expresses such when collecting on his bounties.  It's not that he takes himself too seriously.  In fact, it seems quite the opposite.  Tenran is a cynical man, prone to sarcasm and with a nonchalant, selfish attitude.  But he's good at what he does, and he knows it.  He will get the job done, that's his guarantee.  He's made quite a name for himself in both the law-abiding world and the criminal element, in tracking and capturing fugitives, from dangerous brigands to rogue mages, dead or alive, though bets are on them being dead.

Tenran doesn't believe in the illusions of honor and pride – well, not anymore if he ever did – and dislikes those that preach it.  And even more if they've never practiced it.  He has no respect for mages or Mordecai, seeing them both as people given an unnecessary excess in power with no sense worth in its use.  Nor does he find himself swayed by those who feel some sense of entitlement; he does not suffer fools who insist on wasting his time.

His military background - the likes of which most do not know about, and those that do care little for him because of it - gives him a sense of discipline to his chosen task.  He can be quite calculating when he has to be, and never tells anyone more than he should.  But even if he gets sidetracked, and no matter how long it takes him, he will complete his marks.  Tenran has quite a knack for getting the information he needs from people, whether it is through guile or intimidation.

That isn't to say he is completely heartless, Tenran is courteous and kind to those that deserve it, known to give to a beggar now and then (a bottle of whiskey more like).  And he will protect those that have earned his trust, and proved their worth.  But not matter who he helps, or much they pay him for a job, Tenran's true loyalty remains to himself, above all else.

+ FAITH +
Tenran has never been a religious man, though his mother was considerably so, and his father only gave it an ignorant tolerance.  He has no real opinion on the thoughts of gods or goddesses, or their interactions with the mortal kind.  He never cared much for the faith of Ansgar as practiced by native Connlaothians and faith was never impressed upon him as a child.  He doesn't define himself in any way, only that this is the only life you have, so you might as well make the most of it.

+ HABITS +
Tenran has a penchant for tobacco every now and then and enjoys a cigar or two when not on a job, and a few pints of peer or something stronger to settle in for the night.  He can hold his liquor rather well, though he is not really a habitual drinker.

CH III – Social

+ RELATIONSHIPS +
Tahvec, father, Alive
Fiada, mother, deceased
Liana Rose, Ex-Wife, Alive and Well
Bex and Baland, Bandits/Contacts.

CH IV – Abilities / Skills
+ EAGLE EYE +
Tenran's eye for distance is beyond exceptional.  He could strike a coin at a hundred yards with a bow with gale force winds. Of course that might be a bit of exaggeration, but it stands to say that Tenran can more than take his mark in a skill of precision and distance.  He has a great deal of patience and can wait hours for the right moment to strike, in the harshest storm or raging blizzard.

+ ATHLETICISM +
Though he is not quite a young man anymore, Tenran is in top physical condition for his age.  He's quite strong and with quick reflexes.  He enjoys physical exercise and can often be seen going for a run in his spare time.  He also enjoys tests of physical endurance and friendly (and not so friendly) competition.

CH V – Gear / Equipment
+ BOLTGUNS +
Self-made and maintained variants of the crossbow he was once so fond of using in combat.  These are smaller and sleeker than those used by the army, but the design is essentially the same.  They are little more than hand crossbows about the size of a pistol and shaped in much of the same fashion, though the hilt is less curved with leather strips wrapping around them for support and comfort.  The bow aspect of the guns is retractable and able to fold against the stock and slip into the belted holsters on his legs with no problem.  Upon retrieval, they automatically unclick and slide back into place with a bolt ready to fire.  He has several bolts for these, often banded around his leg in a strip and designed them for quick draw and quick reload, able to turn the center turnstile with an already loaded bolt after the mechanism already fired, capable of shooting three bolts per boltgun.  While the boltguns are smaller versions of crossbows, they have a shorter range and slightly less power behind the shots.  Bu at a close enough range, they are powerful enough to tear through plate armor.

However, these guns are not limited to their pistol styling for Tenran has fashioned two more that attached his forearms and click into his armor.  They are quite complex contraptions with small parts taken from clocks, wheels and springs uniquely fashioned together to create a small boltgun that attaches around his forearm with an activating switch that leads to just below his palm.  A complex pressure plate activates the trigger, firing the bolt.  Unlike his boltguns, these contraptions are limited to a single bolt.  They are also designed to fold and unfold easily from their ports inside his larger bracers.  They are quite useful in a bind.

+ SHORTSWORD +
Formerly a sabre that Tenran had kept from his active duty service, smuggling it from the weapons facility from the last fort he was stationed at, it has since been filed down to a shorter blade for quicker drawing.  This short sword still has the emblems of his service, the markings of his former rank.  He keeps the blade quite pristine, but it has dulled some over the years. 

CH VI – Reflections of the Past
While Tenran is Connlaothian by nationality, his parents had sailed from a land far to the east, the likes of which they made little mention of during his upbringing.  Tenran's father enlisted in the military, rising to a Major within a few years.  He was brought up in the military way, having come from a long line of soldiers and generals.  It was the only mention his father ever made about his homeland.  They traveled from place to place, wherever he was posted.  Tenran's mother was a clock maker, usually made of wood, and Tenran used to help her when he was a boy.  She belonged to no guild, making work difficult but she managed nonetheless.  Whil they were never wealthy, they made quite a comfortable living wherever they went.

When Tenran was sixteen, he followed in his father's footsteps and enlisted in the army.  During that time, he became quite proficient with bladed weaponry, particularly short swords and daggers.  But his true skill lied in his eye for accuracy and distance, excelling in marksmanship.  He favored the cross bow, particularly for its ease of use and power in such a simple design.  These first years in the military were the eye opening years for Tenran, particularly when he saw battle firsthand in the Sirantil Valley when a group of bandits were holding a town for ransom, having killed all of the local guards and displayed the baron's head on a pike for all to see.  His unit was the first to the front and took the bandits by surprise in a quick and bloody assault.  But the tide soon turned when the bandit leader ordered his men to start killing the hostages and burn the town to ash.  His men were caught in the chaos, trying to free what hostages they could amidst the spreading fires, and evacuate as quickly as possible.  They planned to regroup later and plan call for reinforcements.

In the midst of confusion, Tenran's brothers in arms were cut down, one at time, two at a time.  The hostages that were freed came with the platoon when their Lieutenant ordered them to withdraw at last.  When he had turned to follow his fellow soldiers, he saw a girl had been trapped at the center of the burning town, her parents slain at her feet.  She screamed for help, with three bandits coming in from the rear.  Tenran bolted for her leaving his men behind.  He shot out a crossbow bolt, striking one in the neck, dropping him into the ground.  Quickly reloading, he shot it again at the second man and pierced him in the chest.  But the third was to fast and snatched her up, using her as a human shield and dragging her off into a burning building.  Tenran gave pursuit, and cornered him on the top floor.  The roof creaked and threatened to come down around them as it smoked and burned.  The bandit held a blade to her throat, threatening to slash it if he stepped any closer.  But Tenran braved the threat and drew his own knife from his boot, launching it into his throat as the roof collapsed on top of him.  The girl had wrenched herself free just in time, narrowly avoiding the smoking debris.

Tenran came to her side and pulled her over his shoulder and made for the exit, but the building was falling apart all around them, the exit blocked.  There was an open window on the top floor and only point of exit he within sight; and leapt out into the grassy hillside below.  They both collapsed from smoke inhalation, a few men returning to drag them both to safety.

He awoke days later with his leg in a splint and news of the girl's condition.  She was alive and well.  He was commended for his heroism, especially since it was his first battle, at little more than the age of seventeen.  In the months to come he would check up on the girl, who'd gone to live with her grandparents farther south in the Valley.  He'd grown close Liana, exchanging letters with her throughout much of his early years.  When she became of age, they wed.  They were only four years apart, but Tahvec had a hard time accepting the marriage, considering Liana to be beneath Tenran.  But he didn't care, and that only strained their once strong relationship.

He continued his military career for some time, promoted from Second Lieutenant to First within a year of his marriage, and Captain just a few years after that.  Liana and he led a relatively happy life together, though they bore no children, moving to wherever Tenran was stationed.  Liana made her living as  cartographer, excelling in geography and surveying the lay of the land.  In fact, she was a key factor in helping Tenran chart effective battle strategies and providing maps more accurate than reconnaissance from his scouts.

But the golden years soon began to wane.  Things became tense between Liana and Tendran, when she finally got with child but miscarried.  Not soon after he was dishonorably discharged from his service as Captain of his company, court-martialed for severe insuboardination, the circumstances of which remained undisclosed.  However in the official report, Tenran disobeyed orders to defend a supply line, but he had grown impatient and in a fit of overzealousness, he ordered his men to charge the enemy line and attack.  But they were slaughtered.  When reinforcements finally arrived, they saw the disaster and the Colonel relieved him of his command.  But Tenran remembers a very different truth than what the report describes.  Nonetheless, his father disowned him soon afterward and cut off all contact shortly after the fact.  His career had dissolved, along with his marriage, divorcing Liana after ten years together; though they remained close friends to this day, letting bygones be bygones.  Tenran never had been one to dwell on his past, and left it all buried there, where it belonged.

Moving on with his life, and sold his skills to local officials in tracking and apprehending criminals, though most don't bat an eye when he brings them back dead.  But not every crook is worth the price on their head and it helps to have friends in low places.  Recently, Tenran spends his days hunting and capturing rogue mages, making quite a profitable venture indeed.




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