The last one you ran, went pretty well so Im willing to give it another shot. So heres Kayven
Name: Kayven Relovichi
Sexual orientation: heterosexual
Description: Kayven is a mountain of a man, standing just over six feet tall with a naturally built muscular frame making his body look like a chiseled and naturally formed farm hand rather then an athlete. At first glance anyone can see he is of Cheliaxian descent with pale white skin, enticing green eyes, and long pitch black hair that falls just past his shoulders. Occasionally he ties his hair back but more often then not it is as wild and untamed as he seems to be. Beneath his clothes one can find a few scars around his chest and stomach as well as a single tattoo on his back in the shape of a massive dragon. His clothes vary but he often wears fine garments with vibrant and warm colors like red, yellow, and white that are worn so people will pay attention to him. His armor and weapons seem mundane at first glance but Kayven often hangs intricately carved token's on them as a form of decoration.
Personality: Kayven is many things but the most obvious parts of his personality is his sense of freedom and justice which seems odd due to his obvious ancestry. He is at heart a good person who tries to do the right thing no matter what the cost and he dislikes it when rules and laws get in the way of doing what he thinks is right.
Beyond his morales and ethics, people find him open minded, thoughtful, charitable, and most of all entertaining. He enjoys bringing smiles to others faces whether its through a joke, a fantastic story, or a tankard of mead.
He likes to fight, yet he prefers when battle is in more of a competitive nature. A friendly duel between friends or fighting competition are things he enjoys but at the same time he's never shy about drawing his sword and spilling blood in the defense of others or himself. He only dislikes the necessity of those situations
He sends letters back home to his family in Westcrown every month or so, often apologizing for his sudden disappearance and to let them know how he is doing. Sometimes he wishes he could return to them just to visit but the road the call of the people are often what makes him keep wandering.
Background: Kayven grew up in Westcrown, Cheliax. He was born into a middle class family where his father, Orvat, was an officer in the City watch and his mother, Mayong, a local healer and herbalist. Among his two siblings were his older sister Mayla, who worked as another City guard and his younger brother Ryl who was training to become a doctor when Kayven left his home. Early on in his life Kayven was enamored with his father, and later on sisters trade and took to learning how to use a sword and shield when he was just a boy. Furthermore like many boys he dreamed of one day traveling the world, slaying beasts that threatened peoples lives, and making a true and lasting difference for the poeple. All lofty goals for just a boy and for one from the nation of Cheliax.
When Kayven came of age he offered his sword arm to the city watch of Westcrown, like his father and sister before him and was hired on as a novice. Like everyone in such a beginning position and without a powerful family to ease his way into greater positions of power Kayven spent many cold nights capturing thieves and keeping the peace in Westcrown. However over a few years of service he noticed that things weren't as they should have been. There were more then a few times where he was punished for bringing certain thieves to justice and despite all the evidence he and his colleagues had collected others were pronounced innocent in the courts. When he saw this seedy underbelly of favoritism Kayven felt the few victories over crime that he managed were hallow indeed.
On one final night in Westcrown six months ago Kayven cornered a known rapist who he had caught red handed three times before yet always escaped justice. In that dark alley, Kayven raised his sword, ready to slay the man where he stood to keep the people safe and in that moment he realized how hallow all his work had become. He had fought, bleed, and exhausted himself for the country and it would not repay him. He decided that things needed to change and for the first time in his career he took justice into his own hands and slayed the man to spare Westcrown's citizens from further evil, an act that he regrets to this day. Not because he became a vigilante in that moment but because in hindsight he believed he could have handled the situation better and without spilling blood. That night when he returned home he packed his bags and left his family a note of his intentions. Since the fight for the country had become so Hallow he instead decided he would go on a journey and fight for himself as an adventurer