Name: Ulric Hartwood Age: 24 Face Outfit Effects: Three throwing knifes, a hunting knife, and smoke bombs. Elven Blade Ash Recurve Bow Evaline ------------------------------------------\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/------------------------------------ Ulric's family lived in a small, peaceful town on the southwest border of Elania. The small town, warmly referred to by its people as Haven Hill, was cooled by the ocean breeze from the west and kept moist and noisture by the mountains to the south. His father was a farmer, raising beef, elk, and pig, the green landscape gifting him with success. Everything was perfect in Ulric's young life, and his future looked bright as well, being the sole heir to his father's farm. Ulric awoke to the sounds of screaming as his mother rushed into the room, so frantic her speech was inaudible. She pulled him to her and carried him into the kitchen. As she moved through the house, he saw the orange glow of fire through the shutters, and saw his father rushing out the front door, hollering behind him, "Put him in the cellar!" Evaline, his mother pulled open the door and told him, "Hide here and stay quiet." She then shut the door, and pulled a nearby cabinet over the hatch. That was the last he saw of his village. The cellar was a stone laid cool storage eight feet underground. Ulric could hear as his house burned above him, and his mother's last cry. The cellar came to feel like an oven from the heat of the fire. He busted open one of the large wine barrels, attempting to escape the heat that dried his tears before they fell. He climbed in, the displaced wine falling to the stone floor around him, and fell asleep. When Ulric awoke, he felt drunk from soaking in the wine all night. He tipped the barrel over, and crawled out feeling dizzy. He stumbled his way out of the cellar, almost slipping on his way up the ladder. He stepped out to view Haven Hill as he never had before. Where the houses once stood where black circles with traces of burnt beams. As he proceeded he stumbled across corpse, the sight of which made him puke. Ulric's young mind was not able to handle the grizzly scene, and he went into shock, slowly moving down the road, his eyes blank. He tripped over skinning his knees and hands, turning to examine the offender, his eyes fell upon a corpse. It was the body of someone Ulric had never met, and by the looks of his tattered clothes and unkempt body, he knew he was one of the bandits. In his hand was a sapphire necklace his mother always wore. He quickly snatched the piece, and kicked the corpse repeatedly. He was found several miles down the road dirty, barefoot, and still in shock by a passing merchant caravan.