Lord Corwin Sanna
Those whom nature destined to make her disciples have no need of teachers.
Description: There are five things that Corwin can be boiled down to when looking at him. The first is his height, for he stands a full head above most men and more than that above many others. The second is hair; dirty blond locks fall down to his shoulders when not kept in a braid, and something slightly darker forms the full beard that hides much of his face. The third would be ink. Across the visible parts of his tanned flesh are lines of ink in dark blue, painting pictures on a canvass stretched wide at the shoulders and narrow at the hips to tell a story that looks cohesively scribed but mysteriously told. The fourth would be confidence, for no man of his large build moves without expecting the world to give way to his whims and wishes. And the fifth would either the joviality, the kindness, or the fierceness of his pale blue eyes depending on the situation.
Personality: This son of Sanna and Blackram always feels claustrophobic when indoors. Given his height breadth one could easily allow for this, for how a room might feel too small or a chair too tiny, that the building was closing in around him. But for Corwin it goes further. It's not just that being inside makes him feel closed in, it's that it makes him feel as if he's in the wrong place. That he's wandered into the wrong house. It's not until Corwin can see the open sky and feel the caress of nature's windy hand against his cheek that he finds any true peace. Anything less than that is just restlessness.
Corwin's not a hermit though; he likes people probably better than he ikes most animals. Well, most people. Some people deserve to breathe less than some animals, as far as Corwin can tell. If you watch his face, it's pretty clear what which group he's putting you into, too. When he's calm as a gentle zephyr, his eyes are so light, his smile seen curling beneath that big beard. But when he's been riled up, it's like the electrciity of a storm sends static through him and his beard almost bushes out and his frown made all the more evident.
Background: A love match, rather than a strictly political marriage, brought a Blackram woman to take the name Sanna and move into the Redrain fealty. On paper, Peyton Blackram secured the use of some minor mountain causeway for trade that would extend Sanna's reach through the winter, but outside of the official story everyone knew that the marriage was going to happen or a bastard was going to a stain. So it was that just a week after the vows had been said, Peyton and Benedikt welcomed their baby boy, Corwin, into the world. They said from the start he could scream loud enough to start an avalanche.
When it came to his lessons, things involving reading were not high on Corwin's list. Once he learned how to get out of those lessons, usually by sneaking or just not showing up, he tended to go missing at least four times out of ten. He hated being indoors, and the tutors never wanted to be out of doors. It was, really, just a match asking to fail.
When it came to going with Benedikt on a hunt, or working with a weaponsmaster, or learning to stalk a beast, that's when Corwin paid attention. The outdoors, the thrill of tracking something, of catching it, gavae him something that made his blood stir. And on the days when he was really on his game, the wind seemed to always be at his front, keeping his scent away from the prey and making his cloak billow dramatically.
As he grew, it became clear that Corwin was not going to be learned, merely adeequate. He was, instead, destined for the life of a ranger. He'd spend his days out of doors, leading hunting parties, skirmishing with shavs, tracking warbands to relay back to the armies. And as long as he was outside, he was perfectly fine.
Now he's been summoned to Arx and he's about to find out just host much outdoor camping one can do in a city.
| Name | Summary |
| Noelle | I spilled his wine and his noodles. For that I had to do something to say I'm sorry! We washed him up in a pond. Does that count? |
| Nyima | Taught me a thing or two about plants around ponds and how not to misjudge a giant. |
| Xia | He's big. He's bold. He's Boisterous. He's one to keep an eye on. For sure. |