PB:13
MA:9
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Age 17

Korin was born into a wealthy family and grew up in a lavish villa in a small town named Simmat after his family. Simmat is a coastal town on the island nation of Lopan. Korins father made his fortune in the production and exportation of drugs. The centralized geography of Lopan paired with its nutrient rich volcanic soil is the perfect combination for this type of venture to thrive. The Simmat family's supply lines run deep into the Western Empire where they pay their share of taxes and are a respected business. They also illegally supply a large swath of the Eastern Territories along the coast and down the Old Kingdom river. As well as regularly deal with smugglers from Bizantium. Korin has three elder brothers who have all followed their father into the family business. His brothers are old enough to remember the tough times when they were carving out a place in the drug trade. Korin on the other hand had never known hardship and his overprotective mother kept her "baby" boy from the seedy underbelly of the criminal world. Korin was primarily tutored by monks from a monastery dedicated to Ra. His studies were didactic as well as martial. It was during one of his retreats to the monastery while in deep meditation that his "third eye" opened and he became in tune with mystic energies. Korin interpreted the change as a boon from Ra. His father saw it as an opportunity to exploit. Korin was fifteen when his change occurred and he spent the next two years stubbornly opposing his father as much as he could, every chance he could. He caught frequent beatings from his brothers but he held fast to his self righteous stance. Most recently his mother died of consumption from a rare fungal disease native to Lopan. Despite his father bringing in healers, shamans and alchemists Korin still blamed his father for his mothers death. Seeing no reason to stay Korin set off to see the wider world. He joined up with a mercenary company operating in the Eastern Territory and quickly got in over his head. He was naive and sheltered, in many ways completely unprepared for the outside world. The small band of would be adventurers he fell in with were almost completely slaughtered by a Troll warlord and his subhuman cohorts. They had been hired by another mercenary company and were lied to about the size and disposition of the subhuman forces. Korin and the two other survivors  were tied up and waiting their turn to be eaten when the other mercenary group showed up and finished the Trolls forces off. They explained that they needed his group to soften up the Trolls crew and that it was business not personal. They executed  the last two members of Korins group. Him they gave a choice because of his abilities. Join or die. So he joined and then escaped as soon as the opportunity presented itself. So it is that the once coddled and idealistic young man with a religious fervor to do good in the world is now a lone wanderer. On the run from sadistic mercenaries and in his mind at least with no home to return to. It is fair to say he is losing his faith and waking up to the harsh reality of survival in a cruel world but he is as stubborn as a rock and a long way from giving up. Currently he is just trying to find his way.