Riven Ha'Vek

Name: Riven Ha'Vek
Title(s): Drunkard
Location: Wanderer(erer)
Birthplace: Somewhere in the Dalelands
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Deity: Tempus
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Summary: Adopted at a very young age, Riven was raised on a remote farm somewhere in the Dalelands. He doesn't know exactly where as he never visited any of the known locales and his questions were always answered with "the Dalelands" (when he was younger) or a scowl (as he grew older). He spent most of his time dealing with threats to the farm as he seemingly, according to his parents, lacked the ability to do even the most mundane of farming tasks. His exceptional strength allowed him to wield even the heaviest of weapons. Early on he developed an admiration of the huge axe that hung over the mantle, though he was never able to extract any stories about it from his parents.

At the age of eight his parents started sending him to the neighbor's stead which was only five miles as the crow flies. Grom(said neighbor), the only name that Riven ever heard, was an expert with many different weapons. He taught Riven the basics of using a few different weapons. Noting Riven's strength, and maybe on suggestion from his parents, Grom gave Riven an old rusted greataxe at age tweleve and began showing him how to use it. From then on that is the only weapon that Riven touched.

The threats to his parent's farm varied. Mostly there were random demons and beasts. If he had been less sheltered he may have assumed this to mean that the farm was close to the fabled Myth Drannor. Much of his time was spent practicing as the threats tended to stay out in the thick woods most of the time without ever approaching the open fields. When beating on his practice dummy, a large post in the ground.

((more to come))