Kiran stands six feet tall, broad shouldered, and obviously trained in the martial arts.  The holy symbol resting upon his chest also marks him as one of Lathander's own.  He shoulder-lenth hair is dark blonde as is his beard.  His blue eyes twinkle with good humor and compassion but can darken with righteous anager.

Personality: In spite of everything he and the others went through, Kiran has managed to keep his positive and nurturing attitude strong.  He is friendly and supportive, kind and compassionate.  He tries to bring the Morninglord’s Light to everyone suffering through dark times.

History: Born and raised in Silverymoon, Kiran showed great promise even as a child.  He had a natural way of putting both animals and people at ease when they were brought in for healing.  He helped his mother, Ayla, in the temple part of the day.  The other part of the day was spent training with his father, Dirk, one of the city guards.  At age eight, he knew he wanted to not only heal the sick and wounded but defend them and others who could not defend themselves.  He threw himself into both and was blessed by Lathander himself on his 10th midsummer attendance of The Song of the Morning.  As the song reverberated throughout the temple, light shone through the stained glass and illuminated the child in a rosy radiance.  He felt the Warmth of the Sun, his body feeling as if it would melt away.  When he opened his eyes, the priest placed his hand on his head and thus began a new set of studies.

He was a young servant but completely dedicated to his Lord.  He vowed to love and protect, to encourage and heal, to fight and defend.  He was visited again at his 20th midsummer, the rosy radiance enveloping him.  This time she remembered His voice and His message, that he should join the Order of Light.  It was with them he met Maeve, a priestess of Lathander.  The love he found was intense and wonderful, almost like being chosen by Lathander.  In one year’s time he was married and in another year was the proud father of Joshua (now 13).

They were in the throne room, many Lathanderites all fighting with everything they had whether it was weapon or magic.  The greatest of them all, tall and imposing, faced the Walking Man and found his power not enough.  One by one his friends fell around him, though he could hear many of them moaning in pain.  Many were dead but many could still be saved.  He watched as their leader was cut down, the horror gripping his heart.  Their leader had grievously wounded the Walking Man, though, and the evil was getting away.  Kiran pulled on the power within him, knowing he probably couldn’t kill him but maybe he could keep him from getting away.  But he felt it, so weak and not nearly enough.  Yet the cries of his friends reached through the horror and he knew what he needed to do with what he had left.  The energy poured out of him, staving off death for many.  He crumpled then, knees slipping in the blood that pooled around Maeve.  She had done all she could and tried to keep him safe but he was too late to save her.

He grieved even as he settled into the new town of Hartvale.  He tended the wounded and sick, did his best to cheer those who suffered from the trauma of war.  Yet he could not cheer himself.  It wasn't until his son was brought to him, a precious three year old boy with his mother's sweet brown eyes and hair.  He realized he had to be there for his son and to be a true light of Lathander.  Joshua looks to be following in his parents' footsteps, learning the ways of Lathander.  If only those dreams would go away.  If only that little spot on him would stop burning.  If only he didn’t hear those last words … “I will find you.”