Name: Zahn Telmon
Age: 22
Race: Human
Appearance: Short, straight black hair. Clean shaven. Slight build. Bright, blue eyes. Wears a heavy, brown colored militias padded-coat. is about 5 feet 8 inches
Origin: Ferland, born and raised!
Profession: Volunteer militia fighter, musician on off duty.
Belongings: Short simple pike, small locket depicting his parents, his Lyre. Various provisions including: torches, rope, flint and steel and dried food supplies.
Beliefs: Since Zahn didn't grow up in a very high society setting he has very little understanding of politics. He does not pray to any specific gods, rather just whoever is the best choice at the time.

Personality: Very optimistic and always willing to help others. Zahn tries his best to be as friendly as possible to whoever he meets, although he is found to be a little overbearing at times. He has moments of intense sadness whenever he starts thinking about his parents. He is far from an experienced fighter, but is very determined.

History: Zahn grew up with his parents in a small village in Ferland. His parents always told him of how noble and righteous their king was. And so Zahn grew up with his king being a sort of heroic role-model that he aspired to be like. One night, when he was twelve, his village was attacked in a bandit raid. There were many casualties, including his parents. Orphaned by wickedness, Vahn swore that he wouldn't let his sadness control his life, and once he was old enough to ensign to the local militia he did so. He has fought before, but only against occasional rouges and poorly organized bandits. He is not without experience but lacks the finer points of combat that veterans possess.