Valerian Redywne

Highst stat: Charisma, weapons of choice: Rapier, bardic magic, instruments: Irish harp, fiddle, hand drum


Straight-up profile:
Age: 22
Height: 5’11"
Hair: Dark brown/black, swept back.
Skin: Pale, unmarred.
Eyes: Amber.
Features: Somewhat lordly, but he makes it seem nice.
Body: Slim. Elegant, if you will.
Clothes: As fancy as he can make them without being too fancy. No bells or jingles though- they can be stealthy.

Valerian Redwyne stands at a magnificent 5’11", though his demeanor makes him seem taller. His hair is a dark brown, almost black, and is usually swept back- almost slicked back, it seems, though he claims not to do anything to it.

He and his cousin Tam share the same amber eyes, a trait inherited from their family as a whole. Val’s face has almost noble features- a straight nose, high cheekbones and a narrowed chin. His expression rests in perpetual surprise or amusement- his eyebrows are almost always raised, though not to the extent where it would form lines. Somehow, he has also managed to avoid getting any scars or permanent marks on his face, arms, and hands. He is clean-shaven and usually looks like he is about to smile. When he speaks, he often makes large, dramatic gestures with his hands, emphasizing his point with his body language. Without his charm and pleasant demeanor, however, he would look vaguely vampiric and frightening.

Overall, Val’s form is slender. He has thin wrists and slim fingers, good for playing the many musical instruments he owns. He tries to keep his nails trimmed in an effort to look as good as he can- one’s appearance is very important.
As he is concerned with appearances, he also takes care with his clothing. He has traveling clothes, yes, but he also owns clothing in brighter, more eye-catching colors for performing, along with at least one fancy cloak. Some of his clothes are embroidered with designs and patterns.


Valerian Redwyne, of the Redwyne merchant family out of Pabshaw. Val is the third child of six, the second son of the family, and in direct inheritance of the family business. With his younger twin brothers and sister taking up his mother’s attention and his father being concerned with training him and his elder brother, Val felt that at home no one had time to actually consider anything he ever had to say. He often found himself stepping into the shadows of his brother, Danial, and trying to avoid the lessons where Danial would consistently one-up him and scorn him for not learning. He might have become one who walks in the shadows save for the fact that part of him will never concede to being put aside again.

He could not gain what he desired from his family- he would always be relegated to the second son, the negotiator, never given credit and never getting priority. This, Val decided, would not be his path in life.
At the age of seventeen, Val began to formulate a plan. He crafted a correspondence from an imaginary merchant in New Crest. Through a series of carefully worded letters, he managed to convince his parents that this merchant wanted him to apprentice under him away in New Crest. His parents, eager to have Val- who was beginning to make trouble and show signs of turning away from the family business- turn his interests back towards mercantile pursuits, agreed to apprentice him and sent him off to New Crest with a significant sum of money as payment to this merchant.

Perhaps if they had looked closer, they would have found the flaws in Val’s letters that proved that this was fake. But they did not. Val took the apprenticeship money and applied to the College of Song and Dance, training as a bard for two years. Unfortunately, an apprenticeship is far cheaper than a college education, and Val realized he would have to leave at the end of his second year, unable to pay for a third. He still had some gold left, and used that to wander aimlessly around the country- he was not keen on returning to Pabshaw and facing his family who, by this time, had realized that something was wrong. So why go back? He did not.

Facing the world alone is not an attractive prospect in anyone’s case. It was even less so for Val, who had grown up in a large family and at the College had been surrounded by friends. To wander alone? Though he had grown very used to organizing his life on his own, he did not wish to be alone. It was acceptable, but not for long.

He couldn’t go back to Pabshaw unless he wanted to face undying shame for his choices and be forced back into the trade business. And while these thoughts were running through his mind as he sat in a tavern one night, a letter arrived for him telling him of a contest in New Crest. Val, recently turned twenty-one years of age, realized that he wanted to go to this contest, though not alone. But he couldn’t simply grab a stranger and take them with him.

However, a family member was not out of the question…
Val recalled that one of his cousins had left the family years ago and sought refuge in Sindaleth. This was his only lead- and he took it, traveling there and seeking out his cousin Tamerlane, a druid who had forsaken his family in favor of a hermitage in the woods. Tam unfortunately had no defense against Val’s insistence that he accompany him, and thus was dragged out of his mostly peaceful existence to accompany his gregarious cousin.
And thus the two found themselves in the Grinning Goblin, where they signed their names into a thick, musty tome…

Valerian received a letter from Olivia Forde during the end of his year training with the Heroes’ Guild. He became more withdrawn after its arrival, as it told him that his father’s debt was now his through no unfortunate circumstance, only a casual shunting of onus. As he was not used to working to organize his life events with other people, he did not seek assistance from his party, and was only forced to share this burden with them when confronted with it in the Underdark.
He is now aware that he must respond to Olivia and attempt to work out some kind of deal, and is formulating the best plan for that.

Valerian Redywne

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