Torment of mind, the story of Kaze N'Akuma

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Name: Kaze N'Akuma
Race: Human?
Occupation: Hunter, tracker and an occasional bounty hunter and private investigator and a ranger of Gwaeron Windstorm.
Age: 28

Description:

Kaze is the average hunter you can find from just about every tavern in every city. He is slim, with well toned muscles, chiselled facial features with high cheekbones, dark eyes and mediocrely long dark hair. Trinkets of various design are seen in his various belts. Arrows, blades and a longbow. If one were to get a glimps into one of his bags, one might find various springs, twine, rope, needless and other trinkets used to craft traps. He might also be considered handsome in the rugged sort of way, with his five a clock shadow always decorating his strong jawline.



Biography:

Underneath a starless sky he was born. A sky of whirling red and grimson. The terrain around him was bleak. No more than few whithering excuses of trees reached their spooky fingers over the cradle. A cradle of polished bones and skulls, laid upon the blood red sands below it. He was but a baby, but yet he could feel, he could think clearly. What manner of curse was put upon the newborn he did not grasp. It was amazing he could grasp a concept of curses in the first place. There was a smell in the air. A faint trace of brimstone and sulphur he could clearly sense.
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Kaze sat up in his bed. He was breathing heavilly his forehead sparkling with pearls of sweat. The same dream again. The dream that had haunted him since his childhood. He reached for the table, and poured himself a glass of water. Eagerly he gorged the fresh water, and instantly he felt a bit better. He looked at his hands that were shivering like frail leaves in the cold autumn wind. He could not understand why the dream occured again and again. He had seens fortune tellers, priests and mages about them. They could give him nothing. The same vague answers about the moon and it's effect on some people touched by magic.

Kaze cursed quietly and stood up, walking across the room. The room was small, holding only a bed, a table, few chairs and a fire place. He picked up his clothes from one of the chairs, and got dressed. As he wore his necklace he kissed the symbol on it and silenced for a prayer. It was a symbol of Gwaeron Windstrom.

"I ask guidance... I am lost, my lord. Every day I feel I am losing myself more and more in this path I walk. This path I do not know where it is leading. It is filled with sharp stones, that cut my hands and feet as I turn them over to find questions.... Questions I see no way of learning the answers to. I feel weak and my will is gone... my lord... I feel so powerless..."

Kaze opened his eyes and strapped his equipment on his back. He was a ranger. A tracker, and a hunter. This is why he was that more depressed he could not track this source of his troubles. It made him feel weak, and useless. Feelings, a man like him could not afford to have. Feelings that might cost him his life out there in the wilds. He walked out of the room and into the busy streets of the city of Balder's gate. He had arrived here, to consult the scholars and priests of the city. He did not hope to learn much. He had faced so many disappointments... So many broken promises... So many shady individuals, promising much but delivering nothing... Would this be any different... He sighed as the morning breeze wiped across his unshaven face. He felt the winter coming, and pulled his cloak over his head.