Name: Mugen
Race: Human
Birthplace: Van Dorn
Gender: Male
Age ( Fiáin years): 20
Height: 6'1
Weight: 183 lbs.
Affiliations: House Reydavin, The Wardens
Afflictions: None, aside from a deep fondness for alcohol
Appearance: Mugen is of a muscular, yet lean build and has a darker tan complexion common in humans found beyond the Western Cinder Plane. His hair is dark and lustrous and reaches his shoulders to complement a refined and close-cropped beard. Physically, his features are very sharp with a strong, deep-set pair of brown eyes and a thin, lined face.
Clothing/Armor: Typically Mugen wears a set of plain, lightweight robes which are well-suited for travel. In battle he dons lamellar armor which affords a level of protection without sacrificing maneuverability or agility.
Weaponry: Mugen's weapon of choice is his royal spear, forged with the Reydavin royal seal in the city of Van Dorn.
Personality: Silver-tongued and hedonistic, Mugen's trademark is his sharp wit and his love of carnal pleasures. Despite his seemingly impulsive and reckless attitude, Mugen is a very well-spoken and intelligent individual with a penchant for the finer things in life. He is a bit of a cynic, and his disposition towards sarcasm reflects this. Mugen is quick to deflect serious situations or confrontation with humor, a habit he's picked up during a life of coping with loss and struggle.
Background: Mugen was born in the great city of Van Dorn, the last bastion of civilization beyond the wastes of the Western Cinder Plane. Life in such a city is a constant struggle, with the threat of annihilation always looming overhead and a state of unending war with the squabbling nomadic tribes of the cinder plane. In this devastated land, wine and water once flowed freely, only to be replaced with blood... or in Mugen's case, royal blood.
Mugen is the bastard child of Lord Maric Reydavin, the supreme, autocratic ruler of Van Dorn. He was conceived after one of his father's drunken outings into the brothels of the city. Upon realizing what he had done, Lord Reydavin took in the infant bastard to raise among the royal court. The incident caused a short-lived scandal among Van Dorn's nobility, particularly between Lord Reydavin and his wife. Eventually, things would settle as Lords siring bastard children was nothing new for the city's nobility. Still, Lord Reydavin thought it fair to take out the frustration and shame of being caught on the boy. He gave the boy the name Mugen, which means 'no-one' in the tongue of the First Men; setting a precedent for the neglect the boy would receive for much of his life.
Mugen was a predicament for his father. He could not be sent away, and killing him was absolutely out of the question. He carried royal blood in his veins, bastard or not, and in Van Dorn royal blood is sacred. So, with the consul and help of his trusted knights, Reydavin kept the boy around. Mugen was rarely ever seen or heard by his father, who had no desire to interact or raise the boy himself. Mugen was almost entirely brought up by the care of his father's knights, honorable and compassionate men who took in the boy as their own - teaching him how to fight and wield the spear: Van Dorn's signature weapon.
As a young man, Mugen quickly garnered a reputation for debauchery and trouble. Many a night was spent in a drunken stupor, aimlessly stumbling about the streets and brothels of the city. As if his status as an illegitimate bastard was not enough, it seemed as if he took every chance he could to bring shame to the city's nobility. Despite his misbehavior, Mugen continued to make immense progress as a warrior. Continuously training and honing the art of combat.
Seeing himself as having no future among Van Dorn's nobility or with his father, Mugen set upon becoming a Warden once he came of age. The Wardens of Van Dorn are an old order, with history steeped in the origins of the cinder plains. In the past they wandered the wastes as warriors, sentries to guard the city of Van Dorn against any who'd bring harm to her. In modern times, however, becoming a Warden was just a sugarcoated way of being exiled to death. Lord Reydavin's enemies often found themselves being bestowed the 'honor' of becoming a Warden, whether they liked it or not.
Unfazed, the day Mugen became a man he took his vows and set off into the wilderness. He had his solemn goodbyes with the knights who had raised him, but left his father without saying a word. For a long time he wandered the cinder plains, cutting down many of the tribal warriors that stalked and preyed upon the weak. He carried on like this for years, until one fateful day he decided to head back towards Van Dorn's direction to check on the state of the city. What he found was a scorched ruin, left barren and desolate by the Aspects.
Mugen sifted through the ashes for a moment, before setting out once more to wander the land of Fiáin.
