Quinn

Background
Little is known about Quinn's childhood, he was a farmer's son and naturally spent most of his days out working the fields outside of Winterhaven alongside his father. His father would often recite scripture and instill the teachings of Pelor into young Quinn, who often found this to be annoying and paid little attention. This caused quite a divide between Quinn and his father, or so he thought. As for Quinn's mother, not much can be said, she obviously was of elvish decent, but other than that there isn't much to go on. Quinn would often ask his father about her, but all he would get in return was more scripture or silence. Quinn does have one memory which he believes is the last time he saw his mother. He could remember a blurry figure standing over him and the feeling of rain droplets falling on his face. With no mother and a strained relationship with his father, Quinn found friendship among the animals. One animal in particular would grow to be his best friend and traveling companion, a ferret by the name of Ziri. She was a clever little ferret with cinnamon colored fur and small little mouse like ears. She would spend a lot of time traveling, and still does to this day, in Quinn's satchel, often poking her head out for bits of fruit or fresh air.

Sadly, when he was 16, Quinn's farm had been attacked by a party of raiders. They burned the farm to the ground leaving nothing but charred remnants of memories and the death of his father. Quinn can recall every single detail of that day, not only because of its destruction, but also because he caught a glimpse of who his father really was. It was at this moment Quinn no longer saw this man as some Pelor fanatic who constantly recited scripture, but as his father. A father who was willing to give his life up for his son. Quinn watched as his father took down several of the raiders in a blind rage. He remembers the strength his father displayed almost as if he was channeling some divine power and after the last raider was killed his father collapsed to the ground. Suffering from numerous stab wounds there was little Quinn could do except sit there and watch as the life drained from his father. In his father's last dying breath he told Quinn how proud he was of the man Quinn had become and then his father whispered something in what sounded like elvish... Quinn lost on what to do took refuge in the only place that was familiar to him, the temple of Pelor. He quickly rose to the rank of cleric and started adventuring bringing with him the teachings of Pelor and the memory of his father.