Cazuth Yän Long
Full Name: Av Cazuth wov anou Yän Long (A Blade from Long's Stream); Cazuth Yän Long for short.
Race: Igelak
DoB: Ymiden 28th 722
Languages: Common: Fluent; Xanthean: Broken, Gernevoir: Broken (1 Language Points per Ymiden 724).
Appearance: Cazuth has deep red skin that glistens with a slight glow. There are marks of white across his body at points, but for the most part he is entirely red of coloration with black and brown eyes. He stands at around 6'1" and is lithe and muscular of build. He often wears the trappings of a travelling warrior pilgrim, under-armor garments beneath boiled leather armor plates and cuirass.
History: Cazuth was discovered, abandoned by a riverside near the forests of Desnind, by a monk in the House of Rivers, none other than Master Lee, the head of the Temple. Desperate to survive, Cazuth instinctively clung to him and wouldn't let go. Master Lee was surprised and amused by the youngling's tenacity, and decided to bring him back to the House of Rivers in Desnind. Not knowing what it was, other than a young creature in need of protection and shelter, Master Lee brought it up as a pet at first, but then realized it had a higher intelligence, and decided to treat it as a child, he its surrogate father. This was in Saun of 722. He learned quickly while observing the daily life of their clung-to surrogate. Much of the warrior's art was shown to the impressionable Igelak child, until he eventually grew large enough to stop clinging and his learning rate slowed.
Even so, by the time he grew to full measure, he was competent with a blade and general battle tactics, taught personally by Master Lee. And not a bad physical specimen either, fit and ready for a life of exercise and the practice of their revered martial art of Da'riya. Before he left the House of Rivers, called by the spiritual restlessness of his kind to find a greater purpose or power, Master Lee gifted him a Riversteel Wood, katana, Skepek-Gyärä, which Cazuth carries to this day.
He left the House of Rivers, taking up the life of a wandering pilgrim, since he felt something missing in his life, a greater power that he'd yet to reckon with. Little did he know the ways of his kind, and their instinctive reverence for higher beings. But it seemed to have taken hold in the young Cazuth, as he took to wandering the world in search of someone or something to believe in.