Another skin for Twidragon's RPG group contest: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/635436-the-rpg-party-skin-making-contest/page__st__20 This is an edit of a previous skin, but I left the original up.

(To be honest, this is my favorite skin in the group, mainly because I think I nailed most of the cloth texturing. His appearance resembles my main character from Rift, which I no longer play, accept with tattoos and not wearing 200 pounds of chainmail.)

Kayther was raised in the snow-capped mountains of the Sunpeak mountain range. His parents lived above the foothills, trapping animals for the fur and meat. They would trade with the monks in the nearby monastery, who worshiped the clouds, the rain, and water in general. The monks respected his father, and had saved his mother's life years ago. And as Kayther grew into a teenager, he too earned their respect by displaying his strength in stamina, earned from years of rigorous toil among the crags and ravines of the mountains.

The monks and Kayther's family were not alone in the mountains however. The Sunpeaks were known for sometimes holding gangs or criminals on the lam from the deputies in the foothills below. One such gang stumbled upon the stout house of Kayther's family, when he was of the age of fourteen. He was away, checking the traps, and when he arrived back home, he spotted the fleeing criminals ransacking his house and murdering his parents. He was spotted, and caught easily by one of the faster bandits.

Brought before the leader, his eyes were gouged out with a knife, and he was thrown into the woods, to die from the cold.

But the lad did not succumb easily. Instead of give in to the clawing grasp of death, he crawled. Across rocks, ditches, over trees and around boulders, he crawled, using what little strength he could muster. His labor paid off, and a pair of strong, yet gentle, hands lifted him up, and place him gingerly upon the back of a mule, where he fell into a deep sleep.

Upon awakening, he found himself under warm blankets, and his wounds tended. The monks had saved him. He had crawled for four hours, until he inadvertently reached a path traveled by monks bringing prayed supplies to the altar upon a mountain. One of the monks, by chance, was returned from his job, and brought the injured youth back with him, where he was tended to.

The head monk, an old, and powerful mystic, brought Kayther to the heart of the monastery. The mystic issued a prayer, and wrote with a vibrant blue ink up Kayther's face runes. Kayther was astonished, as he could see a dim blue outline form around the mystic before him. As more runes were inscribed upon his face, he saw more, and soon, he could see nearly as well as any man. However, his sight was impaired, only able to see differing shades of blue.

For 10 years, he trained with the monks, learning the art of combat, and minor healing magic. Upon his 24th birthday, they dubbed him a follower of the Sacred Rain. And with that, he followed the path of previous adherents to the Sacred Rain, and ventured forth to purge the world of evil, cruelty, and oppression.

By any means necessary.