Description
As you look upon the ardent figure before you, his stark blue eyes catch your
gaze in a firm lock. By the way he stands and returns your stare, you gain
the impression of pride and knowledge, as though nothing escapes his notice.
He furrows his brow in intense thought, his face a mask of determination and
resoluteness. Darkened hair lies close to his scalp in a short cut, his face
free of grime but not stubble. The clothing he wears appears practical, and
few armors adorn his body.
Role
Of Honor and Intentions.
Added Tue Jan 10 16:56:02 2006 at level 2:
Irwin found his early years most unsatisfying. Born to a desert gypsy
somewhere in Araille, his mother eventually abandoned him. He grew amongst
the riff-raff of the streets, never finding the pleasures of wealth or the
contentment of family. Stoically, Irwin faced the daily struggles of his
disposition, but oftentimes he found himself relenting to the shadows of
lawlessness and self-interest.
It would take the interests of Jaragh the Knight to set his path. Jaragh
took Irwin into the orphanage without condition. However, where most of the
children took their stay for granted, Irwin endeavored to uphold the tenets
of faith portrayed by the Knights. He worked hard at his duties and chores,
finding satisfaction in the honor acknowledged to him by the Knights.
Eventually, Jaragh would send young Irwin away. It was there, in the scope
of the world, that Irwin would begin his battles. He carried a calm demeanor
of purposed ambition, of striving to portray the good of an honor-bound life.
was for the weak he would carry the burden of strength, and to the mighty
he would show the grace of humility. Upon his word, he would wear compassion
on his chest and vigilance upon his brow.
In the uninhibited and precarious streets of Hamsah, Irwin had seen the
hinting of what he may become if unfettered from noble intentions. But he
had no idea just how deep the clutches of his past may cling, or how
harrowing the war of his will might prove. At all times he wrestled against
the uprising of his heritage, unyielding to its cold, ever-enticing whispers.