He is an extremely thin Elf male standing around 6ft tall. His skin is an odd pallid blue and his facial features are slightly sharper than the average elf. His eyes are thin, pale yellow, and sad. He wears a shirt, pants, and moccasins made from a dark brown leather and decorated with hand drawn symbols in a thick paint of various colors. He uses the same paint that he decorates his clothes with to draw various symbols across his face and body. He has deep black hair going down his back in a loose messy braid.

Ryn was born into slavery. His parents where house slaves for one of the largest ranchers in the region. There had been a hope that he would be born as beautiful as his parents but in a stroke of bad luck he was born with the skin and features of a Night Elf. Night Elves were a race that were long ago wiped out because of their strong will and tendency to fight back against their masters. He was almost immediately taken from his mother and put in the barn with the field slaves, where he was raised by a surrogate mother not because she wanted to but because she was ordered to.

He spent the first 75 years of his life living a loveless miserable life as a slave in constant agony and fear. All of that time he had been able to keep it together and keep his head down and work like a good slave, then the new slave master came. A powerful magic user who had soiled his name with drinking and gambling, a cruel man. His first order of business was ordering the tips of all of the male elves ears clipped off because he said “I’m sick of looking at those ugly long eared freaks, let’s make them look more civil.” It was the last straw and Ryn finally began to feel the urge for freedom.

Ryn was picking sickly corn off the stalks and thinking of ways that he may possibly escape when he saw a red bead sitting between two of the stalks. As he reached down and picked it up a blue rock ax easily pulled from the ground. As he examined his find in wonder a low almost growling voice in his head said “I am Anaquandai and I am yours and you are mine. Take me kill your oppressors and all of the fools who refused to fight for their freedom.” A mere hour later all living beings, Human and Elf, were dead. Ryn began his trek across the desert, avoiding towns and mostly living deep in the desert, doing as the voice of the ax Anaquandai bid.

Anaquandai: This ax was found by Ryn and helped him gain his freedom. He believes it speaks to him and tells him what to do, who to kill, and when to dodge a bullet or magic projectile. It is a single dark blue glossy rock the top end is a hand chiseled ax head with one side being razor sharp and the other a blunted club. The head gradually shrinks down to a handle. The handle is covered in a dark brown leather and a single red bead dangles from a loose leather strand at the end.

The Six Shooter: A normal six shooter that Ryn will only use when Anaquandai demands he use it.