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ContentsBackgroundBrandon grew up as the precious, spoiled, and only child of a proud Baronian couple. Loud and boisterous from day one, Brandon shunned taking over the family tea shop in favor of the "glamorous" life of a mercenary, much to his parents' chagrin. Conveniently nipping the family's ancestral sword in the process of his leave-taking, Brandon struck out on his own at age 16 to make a name of himself. There were, naturally, some hardships for the Baronian along the path he had chosen for himself. However, Brandon had a few things going for him; friendliness, bravery, and ye olde brute strength. Sure, he may have started his illustrious career hefting heavy crates for merchants--but how else will you get to know the mercenaries who will teach you to use that sword of yours? That is, in exchange for a bit of zante, or whatever the local currency might be. Though he hasn't been home since the day he's left, Brandon has sent letters home from time to time to let his parents know how he's doing. With no return address, of course. His fear is coercement into returning to the family business; by no means is he ashamed of his family. On the contrary, Brandon takes to bragging about his lineage quite frequently, perhaps even ill-advisedly so. The Ralhi family's claim to fame is the assertion that the surname comes from a fire dragon who married into the family many generations ago. Brandon, though he looks like any other simple human, is quite boastful of his supposed draconic blood, saying that his sturdy build and extraordinary strength comes from this. He wields the sword that supposedly belonged to the original Ralhi, the two-hander Alexander. Brandon's most recent 'job' has involved investigating an old set of ruins at the western edge of the Forbidden Plains, at the behest of a curious mage. Wealthy and thoroughly steeped in the superstition that many nekojin are about the area, the mage offered a fair sum for a simple job, afraid of ghosts and monsters... Well, the mercenary found no such thing. He didn't find much in the way of the treasure the mage was hoping for, either. All that seemed to be left was a tarnished round disc of metal, a scrap of grey cloth, and the remains of a book. When Brandon touched the cover, it crumpled away at his touch--and a most curious, tingling sensation spread from his fingers to the rest of his body. And he found himself quite...fluffy. Oh my. Fearing for his reputation and credibility, Brandon is now seeking for a remedy. To fund his research and travels while not actively working, he is using money paid by the nekojin mage--compensation for the unfortunate turn of events, which the mercenary was able to raise a fair bit through negotiation and sheer intimidation. The latter more than the former, given his state of mind at the time. And so he searches. RPsFics
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