Jayden Moon
| Jayden Moon | |
 When I rise as the moon the stars will be within my grasp! | |
| Race | Unknown |
| Clan | Unknown |
| Citizenship | Unaffiliated |
Background / History
My story, well it may be short but it is mine. I don't have a recollection of a certain aspect of my life beyond a certain point but what was passed on to me by the one's who saved me, so it will have too suffice. I am a orphan lalafell haling from a group of plainsfolk living among the wilds of the midlands, who happened to have there life's taken by some murderous goblins. By the Twelves grace I had survived somehow, being around the age of 3, give or take my chances for survival was very slim. To my luck a male and female highlander had come to Leve within the area, even though it was cloudy night when they arrived they decided to check out the town, not knowing what had happened. The stench of death was still lingering in the air so the adventures become alert, walking slowly, and taking in there surroundings. Through a break in the clouds where the moon which was at its peak was shining brightly down onto the center of town, the adventures moved as silently as possible. The female noticed a baby lalafell basking within that moonlight, expecting some kind of trap she moved as slow as can be, preparing for the worse. Besides a dirty diaper there was no worse. The Female Highlander decided at that moment that the Twelve had answered her prayers of having a child. So there child I became. My new mother decided on a name as they headed back home, Father was sent to turn in the Leve. My first name came from her ancestor "Jayden" and my last came from what they followed to find me "Moon". So that is what I had been told so I guess it the truth, who know I may have been kidnapped! Well now it is time for what I do know my childhood, being raised by adventure's is a big bonus you get to travel, learn great skills, and experience more then just a shanty town. I grew up on the outskirts of Gridania where my father Adward Venture and mother Helain Thead Venture. Mother rarely traveled anymore and spent all her time raising me and training me, she was a very skilled White Mage, who not only used magic but knew how to work herbs. I picked it up fast so by the age of 10 I was creating potions for my father. Around that time when my Father was home he was also trying to instruct me with battle tactics and weapons. I was not very good at anything he tried to teach me besides his sword and shield. So eventually he just concentrated on that style. The biggest lesson he had taught me the reliance on friends. Father would always say 'You can do everything greatly but can't do everything at once." and "Watching your own back just leaves you dizzy and open for the worse." and "To be great one must be surrounded by great friends." At age 15 I was allowed to help my parents with Leves, it was great times helping out towns and making friends. Until one night three years later as we headed back to our house a horde of kobolds ambushed us, the last image before I blacked out was my father falling to a kobold. Waking up a few days later fully bandaged surrounded by nice midlanders in an unfamiliar cottage, I learned that I was the only survivor. Once I was able to move about and finished with the proper burial of my parents, I thanked the kind people and set out into this world an Orphan once again, but like the Moon I shall rise among the star's and make this dark world brighter!
Personality
Afflicted with OCD, Humorous, Enigmatic, Resilient.
Skills
White Mage, Gladiator, Paladin.
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