Vyran's parents were humble vintners with a few acres of good land planted with several varieties of hearty vines. They never wanted to compete with the fancy brands of wine sold by more ambitious merchants, preferring to make good wine for a fair price and sell it to common folk like themselves. Their three children helped them produce their wines, and tend the honey bees that they kept. The bees made the honey they used to make their mead, and pollinated the fruit trees and bushes that they cultivated around the vines.
Their fourth child was born at mid-day beneath a summer sun with the sound of bees and scent of crushed grapes on the air. The shock of golden locks and shining silver eyes was a surprise, but the child was so appealing they decided that the odd features must have been a sign of blessing. He grew strong and beautiful as he aged, proving not to be the brightest of children, and quite restless when anyone attempted to teach him anything that didn't involve getting his hands dirty. Still, he had a great sense of adventure, vivid imagination and a deep, abiding love of anything natural or wild. His skill with the plants surpassed even that of his mother and father before long.
One afternoon, while working in the fields, removing weeds from the paths between the vines and looking forward to dinner and watching the sunset over the distant mountains, Vyran had a transcendent experience. He's not sure why the celestial being chose that moment to appear to him, or what it was, besides incredibly bright and awe-inspiring, but one moment he was busy digging up a particularly stubborn, thorny weed, and the next he was on his ass with his arm thrown over his face and his heart thrumming alarmingly fast in his breast. A blinding, beautiful golden light was all around him, shining through
him, or so it seemed, and a voice as cool as a river and as musical as the breeze through silver chimes told him that he was the descendant of a celestial being, and it was his destiny to do great things.
He barely recalled what the being had said after it disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared, but it left him with equal amounts of excitement and trepidation. He was destined for great things. He shared the blood of angels! The thought of not living up to that kind of potential was terrifying, but the idea of the journey such a quest could take him on was also thrilling. Others in the fields had seen the light, and heard the voice, though they couldn't understand the words, and they rushed to him. When he explained what had happened, a sense of reverence came over the others, and suddenly he was different...heroic in their eyes, though he had yet to do anything to equal his birthright.
For a few months he remained in the village, doing what he could to prove himself worthy of his heritage, but there was little for a hero to do. So, his parents petitioned Mezrain Darkstaff for a scholarship for their blessed son, believing the school would be the perfect place for him to develop the skills needed to claim his place as a hero.Theme Song: 'Cause I'm a Blonde