Jiraan Oraph.
You are a well-muscled red-eyed male human.
The years of hard work and weathering are apparent on his skin. He has multiple scars
all over his body and tough callouses covering his hands. His eyes seem devoid of any emotion.
You have red eyes.
You have long brown hair and a very short brown beard.
He is tall and of normal weight for a human.
You look wonderful.

Jiraan grew up in a small hut in the middle of nowhere. His only company was his extremely strict uncle, whose name
he never even told to his poor nephew. Instead he forced him to work day and night on their small farm so they could etch
out something resembling a living. When Jiraan was just 12 years of age he took up a knife and coldly slit his uncle's
throat. This was the beginning of a new life for Jiraan.
Jiraan immediately took his uncle's prize axe down from its place on the wall and set out on his own, hunting what
seemed like every hour of every day to survive on his own. This meager lifestyle continued on for a good many years. Jiraan
was 18 years old when it happened.
He was wandering steadily westward, and one day he reached the western coast of his home continent. It was here he saw
a huge commotion that was going on. Scores of barely clothed people were being forced on to a fleet of ships. It was obvious
that they were being sold away as slaves. Unable to defend himself against the attack of three well-armed slave drivers,
Jiraan was accosted and thrown into the lower decks of one of the ships.
For a few years Jiraan did the menial chores and jobs required of a slave for no money and extremely meager rations.
However, all he knew in his life was work, work, and more work. For this reason, Jiraan was able to stay alive and was one
of the special few who actually served their years without killing themselves.
It was after these few years that a new slave was admitted into the camp, a young man named Vashniir Vaughn. Right away
Jiraan noticed something familiar about him, and after a while they became friends. It was only a couple months of labour
before they both decided to team up and lead a revolt, which would eventually lead to the freedom of every still-living
slave.
This revolt, ending up successful, led to every slave returning to the land from which they came. Vashniir returned to
his humble home of Forostar, and Jiraan continued directing the 'freedom ship.' Rumour has it that, after a year, Jiraan
turned the ship back around, and now wanders the continent of Forostar...