Name: Dyre
Race: Advanced Human
Age: 22 years of age
Abilities: Supernatural Speed and Strength and Healing
Bloodline: None
Empire: None
Title/Rank: None
Weapons: Bow and Arrows, six throwing knives, One long knife, One Tomahawk

Dyre was along the lines of an average boy for the most part. He did a lot of playing in the woods when he was young, learning how to make bows and arrows for the hunt. He was not aware that all this play was training. His father would send him out to go kill for food and clothing. Everything he was doing was part of his training. Making shelters, finding food if he could not hunt, learning how to make weapons. Dyre loved it. His father would tell him stories of his people, of those like him, born to hunt and kill but stay quiet and soft-spoken.

Dyre was like that, he did not tell people about his gifts. Not all were like him and his father told him that at a young age. His father said that his abilities would make him a marked man. So, with that he hides them from the world.

While out on a hunt when he was about 18 his tribe was attacked. All was slaughtered, with only his father left hanging onto life by a thread. When he got back he saw what had happened, their homes burning, blood soaking the snow. Leaving his horse behind Dyre ran for his family hut, only to see his mother killed and his father bleeding to death.

Dyre had panic in his eyes, never having seen something like this. His father spoke to him in his native tongue, telling him what he saw. Dyre knew he could not stay here, but he would not let his people die like this. So, he worked through the night burying his tribe.

All that was left was for him to get revenge on who did this. He was not going to stop until he had his revenge. He would make whomever did this pay, even if it would mean his own death. He left his land in search of answers... not knowing where he was heading...