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Jeremy Owens

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Looking for work. Experience as farmer and blacksmith.

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When he was born there was nothing unusual about it. His family was scarcely middle class so he was used to making the best out of what he had growing up. He was of average height for his society being 6' 1" and had liked teasing his little sister about how short she was growing up. His parents weren't perfect but they were loving. They liked to brew their coffee with cinnamon, a habit he kept. That smell would always remind him of the family kitchen and the playful banter that had been there.

Jeremy had never been a bulky-built guy, but he had a lean quality to him from climbing trees to gather the family crop of coffee beans. He was usually a bit scruffy and despite his blue eyes, his gaze was dark and had a softness to it which was kind and spoke little to having experience as a fighter or solider. He was capable and good-natured. At times, a little shy and awkward. Communicating was difficult for Jer, it had been done a little differently from where he was from.

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It was when he turned seventeen that things began to change. At that age he didn't know how to put the words together to explain that he was having nightmares. No one in Slieunus had nightmares. None of them had ever dreamed before. When he tried to describe what was happening most of them would smile nervously before excusing themselves from the conversation. Even his mother would grow quiet, smile sadly and change the subject after he frantically tried to tell her of his experience.

There was more to it than that. There were times he thought his dreams were communicating with him, or that they could affect the waking world somehow. There were times he thought something sentient were in his head, only able to communicate through strange half-remembered images and events in his dreams. Was it benevolent? Real? Was it a glimpse of the future or some mangled empathic ability?Or... Was he progressively deteriorating?

The feeling of isolation from everyone was too much. His demeanor grew skeptical and guarded. He started to laugh less. He didn't like it when people looked at him like he was crazy.

The way they whispered, the inability to connect with anyone in his homeland was what brought him to Rhydin. In Rhydin, no one was strange. No one was rejected for hearing voices and everyone seemed to dream. The mixture of magic, science, the ancient, and the new offered him opportunity.

If there was a cure, solution or understanding for what was happening, he had to find it there. He needed to work and eat to live long enough to find answer. After about a year he'd learned how to be a smith but still took the occasional odd-end job. He hoped the experience and exposure could spark answers.

He was haunted by the inability to know what had happened, or why he was different. Finding someone like Layla helped ease his sense of discomfort in the world. Like him, she was a far away transplant from another society. At times being with her felt like being a child again as the discovered, together, the strange world around them.

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