Marquis Rawlin Rylanth
The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential; these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.
Description: Willowy and tall, Rawlin stands like a reed upon the banks of a pond. His golden wheat colored hair has been kept long, falling to his shoulders, adding a touch of softness to what are angular and sharp features upon his face. There is a wiry strength to his lean frame, one that was never built for jousting, but still able to bend rather than break. Steely grey eyes hold flecks of brighter and darker hues of that color, sharp and piercing in their framing against his sun touched skin.
Personality: Rawlin's expressions range from listless and dreamy to completely engaged and enthralled with the world around him. He is as expressive as he is calm and collected. That duality really helps to shape him in his approach to life. Knowing that Loran will continue to push him forward in life, but always stopping to enjoy the moment. Gentle, kind and always willing to listen.
Background: Born to a pair of Lorandi architects in the Valley of Toren on Lorandor, Rawlin's curiosity began at a very young age. His mother, in particular, taught him how to dream. She was a wonderful prestidigitationist and showed him all the wonders that life has to offer. Weaving the lifewell in and out of existence before his young eyes. He was fascinated by it, but most of all, he was fascinated by the idea of dreaming things to life. So, he dedicated himself to the teachings of Loran from a rather young age.
Well into adulthood, the Mortal Strife begin to take hold of the Immortal races of Larandor. Many of the human friends he had made in his youth began to age rapidly and wither as the years passed. Rawlin decided then and there that he would take up the art of restoration, hoping to keep his friends and kin alive through this trying time. With his ambitious and dreamy nature, Rawlin was able to spare the lives of some. A feat for which he is very grateful. But not all. His mother Raylah succumbed to a rotten infection brought on by a human plague in the village that bordered their own. It was the first time Rawlin had ever seen an elf inflicted by such things.
After the Host attacked and the call was made to come to Aarandor, Rawlin knew it was his calling to help brighten the dampened spirits of his kin and elfkind in general. He spends his time now listening to the dreams of others, interpreting them and helping to inspire them to move forward. If he feels any sorrow for the immense loss he and his kin have experienced, Rawlin doesn't show it. Preferring instead to drift in and out of the reality of what currently is, to the dream of what could be. His hope is that the people's now of Aarandor can find a way to rebuild and move on peaceably and for the betterment of the future.
Marriage: Rawlin was married to Seren in 7/1/52 PA and he moved to House Rylanth from House Nalduine.
|Arminel||The High Priest seems to exist a short time ahead of the rest of us. His council is rarely misguided, and he seems to judge everyone by a version of themselves that doesn't quite exist yet. The Lorandi are fortunate to be among his tended flock.|