Age: 30
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
House: Rangers
Honors:
Before I arrived at the Wall and met my brothers-in-arms I was a wandering ranger, living the last fifteen years on my own. I grew up in a small village named Ilk. My father was a farmer and a very dedicated man to the old gods. At the age of fifteen I went out on my first hunting trip alone. The trip is unimportant, but upon my return the home I left was no longer the same; Our homes burnt to the ground and our livestock was butchered.
The images of what was left of my father, mother and sister haunt my dreams. Wildlings stole the comfort of my young life. I left the life I knew behind, living my days from camp fire to camp fire. My sword became my extension of vengeance, and at every oppertunity I served justice.
The sole possession from my nearly forgotten life was a cracked cross pendant from my father. I now dawn that in the center of my leather armor to remind me of who I am. Vengeance and justice drove me for fifteen years before making my wat to the Wall.
It was meant to be just another stop on my journey. However the Watchment extended their friendship and accepeted as a ranger that had no home, that's only purpose up until this time. was vengeance.
Today my purpose is my oath...
I will live and die at my post...
I have pledged my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all nights to come..."
-Nikias, ranger of the Wall