Dyril Morvain

[Marcus Kobra]

Name: Dyril Morvain
Age: 25
Race: Human



Appearance:
Dyril is a young man of average height and build. His arms are strong from the swing of his axe and his legs and back are toned from the burden of his work. His Hair is a Reddish-Brown and tied back with a small bit of ribbon.  His Green eyes are like emeralds and offset nicely by his tanned skin.

Personality:
Dyril is cheerful and hard working. Always enjoys a social gathering. His friends are like his family, and the words "Nobody Messes with a Morvain!" are common words from his lips. He is defensive of women, stubborn, and carries a wary disdain of nobility and aristocracy. He also has a severe dislike for stone work and the coldness that it reminds him of.

History:
The Morvains are Wood-cutters by trade hailing from the farms near Brytan and Morvain's Mills has been in their family for years. Unfortunately, the Morvain family only includes Dyril now and the business has been taken from him by the Brytan Royal Guards and their outrageous taxes. He has come to Cove by cold, dark roads with only his few possesions and the words of a travelling merchant he overheard in a bar. He has heard a man can make his way in the world if he goes to Cove, that those who had nothing might rise to greatness. He seeks to re-build Morvain's Mills and bring some of the finest woodcraft seen this side of the mountains.

Over the course of time, Dyril has realized that his dreams shall not come true within his lifetime. His skill at carpentry is far too novice to turn a profit and without profit he cannot afford the land for a mill, not that land is plentiful in the immediate vicinity of Cove. The frontier is his last hope but with constant wars he would surly see his lands burned and taken. This coupled with the lack of romantic interests and considerable and growing dislike of the Avatari church has only made him more bitter. The family Morvain shall be lain to rest with him and all his dreams.... depression is a small word to describe his state and alcohol and the shade are his only comforts. His potential for violence and misconduct make him volatile indeed. His small list of enemies or disliked persons makes his anger against any one individual most likely to be of the most grievous indeed. rumors state he may have joined with any number of the dissident factions in Cove. Only time and perhaps a good healer or a good woman can ease this pain on such a young man.
TimeLine:

Age 10; Mother: Sorina Morvain, Deceased
Age 12; Arrested by Britanian Guard for assault of a Royal Guard. Spends two weeks in cold stone brig.
Age 17; Arrested by Britanian Guard Again for assaulting a Guard at local tavern; spends six months in brig.
Age 18 and 9 months; Father: Darius Morvain, Imprisoned for tax evasion.
Age 18 and 11 months; Father: Darius Morvain, Dies in Prison. Morvain's Mills seized, Dyril is now homeless.
Age 19; Whilst in The Cat's Lair, Hears merchant mention Cove and sets out up the east road towards cove. Eventually meets Commander Erik Arkay while in the forests, judging Covians to much similar to their Commander he decides to make Cove his permanent home.
Age 19 and 8 months: Is knocked into a comma by Havenian troops, spends time recovering in the care of local gypsies.
Age 19 and 10 months: Comes out of his comma and stumbles back into Cove, finds that Mr shadowhand as been murdered (executed) by the church. Outraged he storms off into the shire and has not been heard from in the city proper since.
Age 20 and counting: Takes fever while living in the forrest, suffers delusions magnified by his use of alcohol and nightshade.
Age 25: Dyril, his body ravaged by disease, dies in a howling fit in the woods. The guardian looming over his body, twisting it, more so than any disease yet had. He screams in agony, begging to be forgiven. The Guardian in female form laughs stating that he had a task, a simple one and that he had failed. with a last cry of horror and pain, the guardian twists him in two and sends his separate halves across the shire. His upper half landing upon the church steps, the lower sinking into the Covian Bay.

YES Dyril is dead!!

OOC: All information concerning is family is ooc knowledge and would not be known save that he is the sole member of his family and that they were woodcutters, it is also known that he has departed into the woods.