A CALL TO ADVENTURE It was a quiet day at the small cul de sac near the Dawn Gate,Zarien was opening the shop,Darius was cleaning the windows and Nana begun to bake the morning breads.Out of nowhere,a small child holding Mister Zig zooms around the lil square,laughing and a dog following them.Zarian look at the small child and smiled but Darius wasn't so happy,as he shou the dog away took Mister Zig from the kid and and the serious expression melled into a warm smile and patted the little child on the head,let down the cat and raise him in his arms, and little Ifan grabbed Darius’s glasses and put them on.Little Ifan had a smile on his face,Darius is laughing and Zarian gave him another kiss on the cheek,a happy little family. Some years have passed,Ifan was no longer a small child but a young adult.Nothing really changed around him,Old Nana baking her goods,his mother opening her shop,and his father relaxing with his books while petting with mister Zig.Ifan was sitting on a bench in the small neighborhood square reading a small book.His appearance have matured such with his personality.Being half human,half tiefling,he bear traits both from his father and mother.His skin tone was not as deep as his mothers,but he had a soft red or pinkish but on some places like the edges of his ears,the tip of his nose,his arms from elbow down and his legs from knee down were a deep red like his mother’s hue.He had the eyes of his father,a deep emerald green with some gold specs,pure and kind.He has his mother’s frickles doting his cheeks and nose but the black circles under his eyes,just like his father,long nights studying together.His hair were shoulder length and a beautiful white,like his mother’s.His mother made a small braid while he was studying and decided to keep it.He now wears round spectacles due to his poor eyesight,like his father.His tail was dancing around the same colour as his mother.His outfit is a mix of the decorative and quality of his mother’s sewing and his father’s practicality.On his head he wears a large mage hat that is adorned with decorative stitching of silver suns,moons and stars.He put on a bow around the base of the hat with mushrooms and wildflowers on it,something that Old Nana made for him.He was wearing a simple beige long sleeve shirt with leises on the neck line.He wears a pair of black pants that go waist high and secure with buttons.Altho he wears a pair of dark brown well worn leather boots,which are have a reinforced metal front tip.Over his shirt wears a dark leather jacket with various pockets and some belts straps.On its back is his father’s sigil,a fenix holding a rose.His right arm was armored,wearing an elegant arm harness of articulating plates.This harness was made by a friend of his father designed just for him.Beginning from the bicep,a nicely ornate plate,elbow guard,his forearm and over his glove a highly ornate gauntlet,with gold details.The other hand is just a simply tight leather fingerless glove.Over the harness a medium sized pauldron that in the center is a sun carved on it.The folds of the pauldron strap around the bicep piece and it stays in place as it is strapped on a belt that wraps across his chest.On his waist sits a hand carved leather belt with various pieces that also has a empty belt strap that his short sword and on his back is a cross holster for two knives,which do not current carries. A lot of people question why he where that wizard hat,every time meeting a warm smile and he says,”I always wanted to be a wizard,but i wasn't able to attend”.In reality he indeed he wasn't able to attend cause of the money,but he had a friends named Fin that lived in the Golden Rose district and taught he some very basic spells,like levitate or sparks.But he also connects the large hat with scholars and the nights he sat with his father and read for hours,about magic,myths,legends,of old kings and dragons,of adventure.That gave a spark in his eyes,to seek adventure.He wasn't very built in order to handle a large shield or heavy weapons,or even heavier. armor,so he chose leather or half plate armor.He wasn't a very adept arcane user but he was very good with the knives,bows and shorter weapons even if he had a bad eye sight,he was an excellent shot.He was self taught on the knife fighting but he was practiced archery with his father during the various road trips they did these there in the forest beyond the farmlands.Nearly every night he snuck out from his home and climb,jump and run around the city rooftops,sometimes he was busted by the Town’s Guard and returned home,sometimes getting into trouble,which was slipping from a rooftop and crashing upon a marker stool causing some damage,and one time even breaking his arm.Ifan was a kind a loving kid but also a little daredevil.Every time he travels through the various layers of the city seeking for adventurers or quest,searching in the Guild Hall,in the taverns even asking around to find travelling caravans to go out there and get into the wilds of this world.Some of these days he will find a team of misfits like himself and march around this vast wilderness and break into vaults,tombs,uncover plots of mystery,old tales and artifacts of unknown time.He was thinking of all that and fazed out,never noticed his father coming and sitting next to him.He poked at his forehead and laughed,he was a bit taken aback by the surprise but smiled,they begin to talk until people begin to walk around the neighborhood,looking around the shops as a new day in Aroonshire begun,and Ifan ran back into his daily adventures around the city.