Quiren, a half drow half high elf  born into the arms of a great mother, and left without a father, son to one of the fallen men while the Age of Cataclysms was upon the lands, always wanted times of peace so, he would join the cause, and work to keep order and peace, travel around, not destined for greatness, but working as a mercenary will only do so much, and differ from each other so much.

Quiren entered a time where he felt empty, but he remembered his father, who lived not for the glory, but for the people, who protected them all, and his blood shall remain in that path.

Quiren is now in search of a cause, a meaningful one, one that will make his father proud and honor his memory. When a letter, a call to arms came,with the symbol his father wore on his armor, out of the many candidates on the line, Quiren was not one to back up from his duty, as the son of a valiant warrior, he wanted to take up his father’s legacy, the turning point where Quiren shall flesh out his abilities and carve out his own path, to glorify his father’s memory, and build times of peace.

Quiren isn't searching for riches. He seeks the kind of accomplishment earned only by facing the unknown, something worthy of the centuries he has already lived, and the centuries still ahead of him, stories to tell, impossibilities to share, or even... to rise, to be the reason the realms feel safe.