Leurin Tserennedirch

A wizening half elf with silvering blond hair and green eyes, Leurin is a man of simplicity and efficacy. He strives to have mastery at his skills whether it be the martial prowess he inherited from his fathers' families tradition, or the beautiful pieces of art his mother taught him to weave and stitch. His life was straightforward and easygoing. In the morning he reinforced his swordsmanship with elegant form and unwavering balance, in the afternoon he honed his senses with serene meditation and uniform marksmanship, and in the evening he imprinted his being into his work with a steady hand and a flowing mind. He carries with him a family heirloom that he reads before he starts each of his practices and after he finishes them. Leurin enjoys improving himself, and seeing others take joy in what he creates.

People of Myrtos knew Leurin as a trustworthy artisan who held quality and expression in the highest regard in his work. Using only materials that held the integrity of his work within their fibers. they would come to him for wedding dresses, cloaks, suits, tapestries, and even sometimes for decorative leather pieces. If someone needed to make an impression and express themselves through their clothing they would look to Leurin to make pieces of art that would speak for them. Whilst his work took more time to produce pieces than some of the artisan guilds, his craftsmanship was well regarded in myrtos.

Then along came a customer of ill intentions. This lady by the name of Hex requested for Leurin to make her an ensemble of pieces worthy of royalty and extravagant enough to be a staple piece of a throne-room. The Lady was dressed head to toe in material of quality that Leurin's hands had never had the honor of handling, and she even offered to provide certain materials for him to work with. Leurin accepted the challenge and abandoned his morning swordmanship and afternoon marksmanship and devoted every day for years to eking out every ounce of grandeur he could conjure, nothing could stop him. He used all of his resources and all his materials in hopes that this would be what would cement him as the best craftsman in Myrtos, maybe even all of Thylea!

Then one evening the Hex paid Leurin a visit to retrieve her items, though the discussed reimbursement was not retrieved in any kind manner. Hex took one look at the clothes and opened her mouth, Leurin only had a moment to react and evade, then forth came a torrent of deleterious smoke that varnished these masterpieces. Leurin stepped forward to subdue Hex, when she suddenly made nothing of the clothes and simply vanished from existence.

The next week Leurin was on the run from both thief and soldier alike. Many talents of gold were placed on his head and Leurin had to retreat into shadows with nothing but his weapons and his heirloom. As he took to the streets looking for places to stay no one would give him hospice and couldn't return to his hosehold for it was patrolled every passing minute. Leurin started picking up a new skill that he would soon become efficient at. Legerdemain became the tool he used to make his way while hiding his prescence, cutting through this world that now wanted his breath to grow cold.

Only through hear say and whispers throughout the city did Leurin learn that his art, his masterpieces, were the cause of the deaths of many noble's in the city and across Thylea. Knowing that the one avenue that Leurin approached that didn't draw blood instead drew life from those that encounter it enraged him. Revealing himself on the streets he took to dispatching those that pursued him, dodging blade and projectile both, leaving his clothes tattered and his skin unfettered. As his clothes were no longer beautiful in their perception, they became beautiful in listless cuts.

After a few years of trying to stay undetected within myrtos, Leurin caught wind of the new retinue of Prince Stephan. He heard of their exploits and that they were gathering hands to man the mythical spelljammer the Ultros. Leurin had grown tired of hiding his face and avoiding attention in order to survive, he wanted to change his fate and saw this as an opportunity to both change his fate and possibly encounter the one who had wronged him. He signed up to board the Ultros and worked as a deckhand and a backup swordsman. he still was wary of revealing his skills in fear of revealing who he was. He was among nobles and members of the military, some of which may have known of what disaster his work had caused. He continued to lay low during the coup of Themis, and was mostly unbothered by the deaths of the two members of the retinue Brel and Fae. After he heard of how the sharpshooter Brel glukresk had made an uncharacteristic leave from the retinue Lerin thought that it was foolish, "why would someone skilled and trained make such a sporadic decision." he ruminated. "Ones skills are the tools which he uses to leave his pattern on the fabric of this world. the consequences of his action can either be a unsightly stain or a complimentary piece".

Leurin took time to sit and meditate on how he could have done better than Brel. Would he have made the same decision? Or was it the fracture in the sharpshooters mind, the stressed fabric of his soul that made Brel make a fool of himself. Leurin notice that he was placing himself in the sharpshooters position, when he had no right to. He was not a member of the retinue he was outcast, there was no reason to think of this. Just as he finished these thoughts he detected that his life was in danger, a sudden lapse in judgement, how could he allow his guard down around those knowledgeable of the tragedy that he created. As he stood up and turned around he was greeted with a flying sword. Catching his demise between the palms of his hands he quickly scanned for his persecutor and found the entire retinue's gaze upon him. Strangely enough they did not seem aggressive, but he heard the God of strength Pythor exclaim "look i told you he could wield it! the son of a bitch caught the sword". Taking a shuddering breath Leurin tried to hide his confusion at what sort of act had just been played upon this ship? This would be his induction to the retinue of Prince Stephan.