Name: Kyrel Starl
Starting Location: Iona
Weapon of Choice: A pair of long knives and a shortbow.
Current Job: None
History: Kyrel was born to a poverty stricken family in the slums of Iona. As a child his father would take him out to steal food from the market or very occasionally they would go out hunting as a family. It wasn't long before Kyrel's natural ability outshone his 3 brothers and very soon he was let out on his own to gather food for the family. On the day of Kyrel's 13th birthday his father had been out trying to find his son a suitable present, as the young Kyrel sat at the table waiting impatiently there was a knock on the door. Seppel, one of his fathers oldest friends stood at the door, he was out of breath and his hands were stained with fresh blood. The man whispered some news to Kyrel's mother who suddenly burst into tears and fell weeping to the floor, the other children promptly ran to her side but Kyrel stayed where he was, locking eyes with Seppel as a cold, emotionless look settled on his face. He knew what had happened, his father had always been reckless, as it happens the mans recklessness was his undoing. Seppel strode over to the boy and knelt down beside him. "Kyrel" He said, trying to seem comforting despite the blood on his hands. "I'm afraid your father has been killed. He was trying to find you a worthy present and broke into the wrong house. The owner was still up and a vicious fight broke out, in the heat of it both men were stabbed. If it helps, I was with him when he died, he wanted you to have these." Seppel stopped and produced a package bound in cloth and handed it to the boy. Kyrel looked down at the package and began unwrapping it, his hands trembling with rage. The cloth wrapping fell to the floor and on Kyrel's lap were two things that were strikingly familiar, his fathers pair of long, elegantly inscripted knives. Unable to conceal his rage any longer the young boy unsheathed both knives and plunged them into Seppel's chest before tearing them out and running from the house. His family never saw the boy again.