Namunin and Silverlite

Name: Namunin (Namu)
Age: 14
Race: Feca
Personality type: Kind, Honest, Protective

Bio: Born in a small town, Namu was raised by his father Gorahk in a small, moderately successfull armor shop. His mother died when he was born, and his father, the strong silent type, taught him much about the values of hard work and discipline through the art of smithing and repairing armors and weapons. Namu was never very popular with the other children as, like his father, he was a quiet and reserved kid who never really tried to engage with the others in sports. He perferred to walk quietly and peacefully through the woods, for he had a secret. He knew about a special place in the woods where the outside world was but a memory, a meadow where wild flora and fauna grew and mingled in peace and harmony. Namu would spend every waking moment he could get away with in this meadow studying all the wonders of nature and learning to be at peace with himself.

Story: One day, while on assignment from his father to deliver a newly repaired and fairly expensive dagger to its owner in the next town, Namu came accross an ogrist cult party attacking an old farmer. His father had always told him to mind his own business, that the family business is more important than anything. Upon hearing the old man's cries for help Namu could not ignore them. Knowing full well how little chance he had, he rushed in without a second thought and tackled the ogrest that had the old man by the shoulders knocking him to the ground and allowing the old farmer to escape. He never could remember what happened after that, or maby he just did not want to. Namu woke up later that evening completly nude and in great pain, staring into a brightly colored furry face. A quick jab of pain seized him and he faded out again as the face moved mouthing the words "hold on" though he never heard it.