Synidas

[Loremaster Vexander]

Name: Synidas Lionsworn
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21 Years
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 165 lbs.
Hair Color: Mousy Brown
Eye Color: Light Brown
Familiars: N/A

Description:
Synidas is a lithe young human male who's build, combined with the lack of any facial hair or ability to grow such, makes him appear a few years younger than he actually is. His hair is a mousy brown color. Light brown eyes observe all around him with a strangely faded look to them, as if somehow dead or seeing something else entirely. He constantly has a gentle, if vapid, smile on his face.

Personality:
Synidas appears to most people as a well-mannered, kindly young man in good spirits and with a genial air of confidence. He's quick to laugh and comment on positive notes such as good weather or the taste of food. This attitude, however, does not change. Even when wounded or passing a rape, he'll still smile, wave, and comment on the weather.

History:
Synidas Lionsworn was born named Richarde Rel'astros. His parents, having been travelling merchants for most of their lives, settled in Westfall where he was born four years after they'd had a pair of twin girls whom were taken from them while in the lands of Hillsbrad. Due to this they often coddled Richarde.

Unlike most boys growing up in Westfall, he did not become a farm hand, but was taught to read and write, making him a veritable Scholar in the eyes of the people. Although he never was allowed to preform the hard labor of farming, he was given a bow to hunt with and a sword to protect himself with. Although he grew to possess a finesse with the blade, he was a very good shot with the bow and arrow.

As a young man, Richarde's family lived at Sentinel Hill when the Defias rose up under Edwin VanCleef, before returning to their homes to rebuild. When Deathwing displaced thousands of refugees from Stormwind, Richarde's home was razed by bandits, and he found himself just one more amongst the masses of destitute and homeless.

For many months Richarde survived as best he could off of the hunt, though the game was driven from Westfall fairly quickly by the homeless. Barely a week into his new life, he began to have dreams, dreams which made him question his sanity. In time, he snapped and began to believe in them, following them, learning from them

Richarde left Westfall on a vaguely explained quest. When asked, "What quest, Richarde," all he replied was:

"Richarde? Sorry, my name is Synidas. I think you have me confused with someone else. Have a good day!"