The kid one with Nature.

Nion is who you would call, mother natures son. Even though some call him natures warrior, it means the same thing. Erynion cares greatly about the Earth. Anger filled him up once he saw what the people of the world were doing to his precious planet. Classified as what you would call an activist and a economist. even though he isn't in a group, he still wishes to help rid the Earth of it's polluting scum. He feels like the weight of the world is weighing down upon him. This causes him to walk around with a chip on his shoulder. However, it's not the only thing that contributes to his feeling.

Growing up in the wilds with his tribe turned him into a very outgoing individual. Teamwork has also intertwined with the way he goes about things. That mostly is because his tribe depended heavily on the hunt. Nion always went along with the hunters and saw how important it was to survive. Another trait he gained while living with his tribe was courage. when all else felt lost he learned to keep going forward. Moving backwards only held the future back. He was definitely all about moving forward in life.

Outside of the hunt he became a rather epic story teller. Being able to think of a story on the spot was one of his best talents. Nion was also able to tell a story with just sound. Mother nature had blessed him with a talent in music. He was just an all around artist to be things best. Talented with what ever he did. However, he was never truly at peace unless he was out in the hunt. Battle was where his heart could love. As ironic as that sounds, it was true. Never before had he felt so calm.

Deep within every soul is always the negative traits. Even though the never show, he is filled with anger and hate. Sort of a power junky and a loner as well. Never before had he experienced any of those traits until he left his tribe to travel the world and gain knowledge that would better his tribe. A life mission that was sending him down the wrong path.



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Right away the most noticeable physical train of Nion is his ears. They are pointed, which is caused by a mutation of a gene in his tribe. His tribe is actually those who the myth of elves are surrounded by. Even though they are just human like everyone else. Another obvious trait are the tattoos on his face. Two upside down red triangles can be seen on each of his checks. He has a tribal tattoo as well on his forehead that comes down to his eye level. Long shaggy brown hair that comes down to his eyes hides the tribal tattoo for the most part. However, if one looked close enough who could catch a glimpse of it.

His bone structure in his face is extremely beautiful. His checks are sharp as well as his chin. Not only is his bone structure nearly perfect, but so is his skin complication. It doesn't look like he tans to much, but it also doesn't look like he never seen sun in his life. His skin is light brown type color that seems to blend in with his big brown eyes. Muscle definition is always very noticeable on the sixteen year old kid. Wouldn't exactly go as far as saying he is diesel, but he is extremely cut. Just by glancing one would assume his legs were the strongest part of his body. They would be right. most people need to get into a running motion to flex their calves, but not him. They always stuck out.

Erynion always wore clothes of finest material. Out living in the wild his tribe was pretty much born the ability to make clothes out of cotton and silk. On his body rested a black cotton shirt that button downed. Underneath of the black shirt was a white T-shirt. Blue jeans that were presented to him as a gift before he left with pockets made of silk were worn. On his feet were a brown pair of sandals, and to top off his outfit was his short bow that always was worn on his back.

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As a kid Erynion was surrounded by the happiness of his tribe that lived deep within the thick forest of Tsume no Kuni. Peacefully they lived ever since he was born and probably way before that. Depending greatly only hunting and gathering one would assume they wouldn't exist for only a couple of years. However, they flourished off those two things. The hunters in his tribe were greatly praised amongst the people. They were also feared by any outsider the witnessed them.

Growing up Nion always wanted to become a great hunter to be a icon to future generations. However, in order to become a hunter one would have to be the age of eight and pass the test of the falcon. Until that day presented itself to him he would live as a normal young kid part of the tribe. Spending hours at the archery range, sword and knives practice, learning the history of the tribe, painting, playing his flute, and helping his tribes smith create bows. Swiftly he became a very talented artist within his tribe. Everyone tried to encourage him to focus his profession on becoming an artist. However, he still had a dream to become a hunter.

By the time he was eight the chance finally presented himself. Along with ten other kids of the tribe he woke up early and walked to the edge of his tribes camp. The test would take two weeks to complete in which the kids would be split up into two teams. The first team to successfully hunt and kill a bird that had been terrorizing the tribe for the past couple months would become the next generation of hunters. Seeing how they only took five would prove how much of an honor it was to become one of them.

It only took Nion and his team a week to track down, capture, and kill the beast. When they returned back to the camp a huge feast was held in their honor. A sense of pride and glory filled Erynion for the first time in his life. However, it would not be the first time. As the years went on he was awarded with his first tribal tattoo. Along with the tattoo he was sent out to select a beast to tame.T his would be the test of his man hood. For three weeks he was tossed out and unable to return to the tribe until he returned with a tamed beast. Eventually he returned to camp with a fox.

The fox was a swift animal that belonged to the canine family. The fox Nion brought back to the tribe was a brilliant red color as if the flames of the sun itself covered it's body. The fox also was rather young which meant the two would grow together until they became one. At the ceremony that was presented in his honor when he returned he named his fox, Anariel. The two of them together were a perfect pair from the start.

Finally by the time he was sixteen he was the bravest and strongest amongst the tribe. Him and Anariel quickly climbed up the ranks until they surpassed every other hunter in the history of the tribe. It was then when the elders of the tribe came to him. It was Nion's time to leave the camp and experience the real world to help further the knowledge of the tribe.



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