Narhethi

Description:
Bio:

A young dragonborn, a brighter red than any fire ever to set ablaze. His name was Kriv. Kriv was a prodigy in his clan, an excellent scholar and warrior. From birth he was due and deserving of following his father in taking the position of Chieftain. His younger years, he was praised for his skill and cunning. Kriv was surpassing many of those much older than him. He spent most of his time sharing knowledge with the elders and sparring with the generals of the clan. He was wise, charismatic, and most importantly, he was strong. Kriv was loved by all, especially by his mother and father, the Chieftain. Then came his tenth nameday. On his nameday, he discovered he truly was different than anyone else. Kriv had powers that no one else had, but he couldn’t contain them. Kriv have had many outbursts of magical energy sparking and leaking from his body. He then became the monster of the clan, and many turned him away. Out of embarrassment, his father attempted to hide him away and keep him from public interaction, but the people rioted. They couldn’t see him as Kriv anymore, and they rioted and wanted Kriv’s death, by public execution. His father terrified, accepted, but his mother wouldn’t let them. She pleaded with her people, but they were hungry for death. She bargained with no avail, the people needed Kriv to die. On the day of the execution, Kriv was lying on his stomach with his head exposed, crying and sobbing and not ready to die. The axe came down, but Kriv wasn’t under it, his mother pushed him out of the way and took the axe in the back. It was a lethal blow, but Kriv couldn’t help her. Kriv had to run, he watched as he ran away his mother died in his father’s arms. Kriv’s mother wasn’t the only one that died that day, so did Kriv. The young dragonborn discarded that name and took up a new mantle, one solely based on his revenge. Because revenge was his destiny, he decided to change his name to something more relevant. From now on, he will only be called Narhethi (Narhethi is the Draconic word for revenge). Narhethi walked many miles alone, wandering through many woods. Lost and starving, he entered the first town he had seen, and as a young dragonborn, he knew he had to watch his back. He thought that he may be able to use his youth as a tool for safe passage or residence. Luckily, there was an orphanage deep in the slums that took him in. Narhethi stayed there for many years learning the culture and language of the people around him, but even though he was in no worse or better situation than any other child, he knew he was still not accepted. The orphanage was dependent on the taxes of those in large manors and rich folk of the capital, but the rich began to refuse assistance. Without the help it had needed, the orphanage had shut down and left the children on their own. At the age of fifteen, Narhethi was alone again. Still with vengeance in his heart he had found another target for his wrath, all those who did not help him out of spite or greed would pay. Narhethi had a plan to try to face the rich headon, but was quickly thrown back into his slum, for he was the only dragonborn in the entire city. He had to think of a new plan, one where the poor could rise up and take what they were owed and survive. His plan required all the poor to work together, but illegally. Many joined his plan and had succeeded in siphoning from the rich and helping the poor. He felt he had finally made it in life. He was getting rich and was being accepted by others. Narhethi was the leader of his gang of poor people, and they seemed to love him for giving them the strength to rise up. They had built up strength over a few years and there was almost a balance between the poor and the rich, but wealth through stealing and mischief wasn’t dependable. Their revolution collapsed, after many years of the poverty-stricken and their crimes, the military was fed up began patrolling their slums and beating anyone that was out on the streets. It was a total mass beating. The revolution faded and the poor became more oppressed, now being under the close eye of the rich, greedy government. Hatred sprouted out of the seeds planted from the beatings, and the people became very dissatisfied with their leader, Narhethi, and turned on him. They turned him over to the military, and this betrayal angered him to the point of murder, he let his power go and with months of rage and anger stored up it caused a massive magical explosion killing his captives. Narhethi is now wanted as a murderer and fugitive. He escaped to the outskirts of the city, only to be now alone again and hated by his past family and friends.

Narhethi

Test MikeWeidler