Relpex Zearin

== A beautiful life begins when another beautiful life ends. ==
Young Relpex Zearins’ whole life changed two days after his sixth birthday. He lived with his father in a small cottage, along the coast of L’bela, just outside of the 1st Kingdom of Nebula, ruled by King Anik. His father was an intelligent & very skillful builder and was quite the storyteller. Countless bedtime stories - stories that were never told twice. He especially loved to teach about the History of Zodea.
His father was a veteran of the “Rayna Nebula”, The War of Great Unity. After the war, Fonlord H. Zearin, only lived within the walls of the castles for a few years until the birth of his only son. Moving to the coast were the final words of his dear wife. She wanted Relpex to continue a lifestyle away from war and enjoy the simple pleasures of life.
Life was picturesque, just as his mother had wanted. Yet as a war veteran of the highest-ranking position, you are bound to have enemies. One day, his father was sitting on the front porch reading a book; while Relpex was coloring a hand-crafted jungle wood table. Relpex was soon startled by the sudden instruction to hide in the secret hatch his father installed under the dining room table. Unknown to what happened next, all he could hear was the muffled yelling and clanging of swords. A bomb went off. If you were to pass by, it would seem that a house hadn’t existed there. Relpex had survived underneath the scattered rubble.
Crawling up from under the debris, he saw his father and 1 bandit laying lifeless and covered in ash. A second bandit who had not entered the house; saw Relpex emerge and rushed toward him with fury. He was instructed to have no survivors. Which Relpex could read all over the bandits’ face. The young man’s instincts kicked in when he saw his father’s sword and pick it up with hesitation and pointed the sword straight forward. His weak noodle arms only knew that he need to defend and his feet were frozen not making any movement to neither run or charge. The bandit didn’t calculate how far the reach of the boy and ran firmly into the sword. He was for sure dead within seconds.
Of course, it is only natural for a 6-year-old child to think he had committed a horrible act and feel the urge to run. Relpex stood frozen in shock at the sight of a dead man at end of his sword. Panic soon set in, and he ran as fast as his legs could take him to the mini harbor his dad had built. He pushed a small boat from the dock with all the strength he could muster up; with each stumbling step his vision began to blur. Exhausted from the anxiety of it all, he lay at the bottom of the boat, covering himself with a shaggy cloth, large enough to cover everything but his small boots. Relpex slowly drifted to sleep to the rhythm of the ocean waves.
His memory was hazy it was unknown how long he floated down the coast. He eventually landed in a small village, where an old couple took him in, teaching him as their own.
Several times, a few of the village kids would tease him about not being born in the village and having no birth parents. Even though the couple tried to handle the situation, Relpex felt out of place. One day, he woke up in a boat in the middle of the ocean, far from home. Unsure as to how he got there, he noticed the oars and began rowing in a random direction.
This is how he spent the next few years of his life, rowing from town to town and trading for food. He did simple contractor jobs to maintain his boat & get by each day. During his travels, a storm washed him up on the island of Kestremore.
Category:Traveler's Era