Ulrick Kyrie

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"Love is feeling the warmth of home when you think of the special people in your life and fondly missing even those habits of theirs that others would call bad or strange."

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Name: Ulrick Kyrie

Age: 31

Race: Human

Culture: Rulan

Sexuality: 

Appearance: While he'd not consider himself overly handsome he does care about his appearance working to keep his beard in check and staying fighting fit even if he set his swords aside for now. Lots of time in the sun has bleached his hair and darkened his skin and time spent working stone has made his hands rough. When dressed casually he'll nearly always wear gloves to hide a tough scar on his right hand that crosses the palm and goes partway up the thumb restricting motion. He would like the scar to be gone but doubts any can grant that wish.

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Story

Born under the stars of the Magpie, Ulricks childhood was typical for a lad raised the Duchy of Rulan.  Dreams of a living as a soldier and making a fortune often drew him to daydream instead of paying attention in school and outside those hallowed halls he played with the other lads in town though he never threw sticks or mud at the girls the way they did. His father made sure to hammer the proper way to treat girls and women into him at a young age and it was a lesson he did not really want to be retaught later in life as his father was a stern no nonsense sort of soldier and craftsman.

It was inevitable that Ulrick would follow in his fathers footsteps to defend Rulan and to work as a stone mason, he truly enjoyed carving figures in stone but  such work wasn't as reliable as general masonry so while he never gave up on stone carving he applied himself to stone masonry with determination which is how he got to meet his future wife. She looked like the very spring with hair the color of golden wheat, a green dress and blue eyes traveling with her folks for a festival, he couldn't remember if they were perusing a merchant or perhaps hoping to sell their own goods but it took him a day or two to find her amongst the stalls to strike up a conversation. Afterwards his peers  took their turns trying to find him a good local girl since  women from Fallstone were rumored to dance with Fey under the full moon and serve as bait to bring unsuspecting fools to the Fey, Not that he paid those rumors any mind.

He toiled over a long courtship and he considered the efforts well worth on the day of their wedding at place of Analae's choosing, her one condition however was that he had to wear a fine suit as she did like to see him dressed to the nines which he rarely did. the year after they had Valerie and two years after they had Ethel who as a complete surprise to him was born Fey-Touched and he had to defer to his wife and in-laws on the do's and don'ts of such babies and children.  It's from them that he learned about the various types of Fey-touched and learned that Ethel was considered woodland touched since her skin was quite like bark while her eyes were curious shade like crystalline water. Despite all that Ethel was a remarkably beautiful child like her mother while Valerie took after her father and seemed fit to invite the outdoors inside the house if she had her way.

The day he came home to smoke and charred wood.... it was the worst day of his life and Ulrick nearly cursed the project that had him spending so much time in the second largest city in Rulan nearly a days ride from home. He was told one more sword wouldn't have made much difference, that he could not be blamed for what the rouges had done. Valeries' little garden survived and he tried so hard to find evidence of the girls, some clue to where they had gone but he can only hope that he'll find them in some neighboring realm since his neighbors and acquaintances hadn't found any sign of them in the countryside or neighboring towns to the north or west. His in-laws to the west sure hadn't been pleased with the dire news nor did they mention to him if any Fey had perhaps snagged their grandchildren up for safekeeping.

Having to admit defeat he went south hoping that perhaps whomever or whatever may have whisked his daughters away might have gone the only direction he hadn't really looked yet.

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Relations

Analae (Deceased):  His beloved wife from Fallstone. Winning her over was hard and many told him to give up on a woman so comfortable with Fey but he couldn't give up on her. He tried so hard to woo her as the son of a craftsman. Though as she tells it she knew it was true love after that one time he fell in a pile of -.  She laughed about it with every retelling and while embarrassing it had been a fated meeting.

Ethel (Missing):  His youngest daughter, fey-touched and looked very much like her mother. Once she found out she could hide very well amongst trees she took to spooking the family by leaping out and hissing like a cat or throwing a spider made of twigs and moss. Her laughter was like music afterward before she made sure she hadn't scared them too badly. He missed those moments.

Valerie (Missing):  His oldest daughter, many said she had the misfortune for taking her looks from him but he didn't think so. He loved all three of the lovely ladies in his life and Valerie seemed like she might become a healer having taken to collecting the herbs and plants that could be used for medicine and trying to start a little garden on the side of the house with her mothers help. He tried to keep it up but he didn't have a green thumb it seemed....

Marquis: A lad from his home country of Rulan.  Ulrick see's a lot in common from his childhood and despite his loss and pain therein he does want to see Marquis succeed in his dreams to become a knight to protect those who cannot do so themselves.

Lord of the Hunt:  Ulrick can't remember the hunters name, just his self given title. A Fey touched hunter and musician, perhaps one day they can be good friends or at least drinking buddies