Kirin Ryder

Kirin Ryder started life on a cattle ranch in Breton. While he was a hard worker, he always made time to show off his shooting skills to anyone who would let him. He quickly became boastful of his skills with ranged weapons, whether it was a bow, crossbow or especially a gun; and gained a reputation of being able to outshoot anyone that accepted his challenges. Until the day he decided to challenge his mentor, the Gunsmith.
It was the classic, “lets see who can shoot a’ apple off the other’s head” challenge. Kirin, ever so cocky, chose pistols at 50 yards- a difficult shot even with a precision long-gun. The spin for flair he did just before shooting didn’t help much either. But the Gunsmith’s aim was true, and just a half second quicker than Kirin who was too busy showing off to take quite as careful aim as he should have. His bullet found its way to the Gunsmith, and while he was able to cling to life-just barely-he was left blinded by the incident.
His demeanor changed that day, become more reserved and soft-spoken. He left the ranch and soon found himself travelling with ‘Auroch Al’ Kody’s Kongress of Rough Riders. His dazzling displays of marksmanship never failed to impress even the most dower crowd, but he was careful not to let his newfound success go to his head. Though quiet with around those he knew, he always had a way of turning on the charm when it came time to perform.
But all circus performers are wanderers, and eventually his new family disbanded. He wandered too, helping those he could and performing on street corners. Eventually he heard of another circus-Dante’s Dazzlers, and travelled with them for a time too. Crowds, Kirin was familiar with. Eccentric performers? The norm with his line of work. But Kirin had delt very little with magic in the past, and his new troupe truly did dazzle him. But is was a very different, overwhelming chaos compared to what he was used to. With Auroch Al, the performances seemed wild, but there was a careful choreography behind it that the audience never saw. These performers were great at what they did, no doubt about that, but they all seemed to think they were the star of their own show. Kirin could handle a cattle stampede, but corralling a stampede of audience members turned triceratops was a little much for him. The third time their warlock burned the tent down around them, Kirin decided he needed another change.
Stealing away from camp one night, he eventually found his way across the Dragons Spine into Gaul. The rolling plains and plentiful cattle reminded him of home, and he began to consider settling down. He was particularly taken with the town of Arroyo, but found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time as the siege of demons burned nearly everything he had beneath him. He was able to flee with the other town residents to the mines, and though he may be safe, there is nothing he longs for more than to be able to see the blue sky above the plains once more…
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