Jensen Naryshkin

Name: "Prince" Jensen Naryshkin
A foreign name from a foreign land, it may be unfamiliar sounding to many residents of Rathnir.

Age: 24
A fairly young man he has a lot ahead of him, with the strength and vigour of youth running through his veins much can be expected from this mysterious northern warlord.

Culture: Astorian
A tribe from the far northern wastes outside of the borders of Rathnir, hardened travellers they have journeyed far and wide, travelling across the world to get to their now claimed lands of Astor. They appear to live in tight feudal communities, swearing loyalty to a Lord who swears loyalty in turn to a Lord or Prince above him. Hardy people they can survive and settle in almost any enviroment.

Religion: ?
Not much is known about the Astorian faith, all that is currently known is that they worship no gods, only seeming to believe in a grand prophesy, a prophesy that has brought them to the far reaches of Rathnir, for what purpose is unknown.

Personality
Outwardly courteous and friendly the Prince is liked by most of his subjects, a handful of servants from his household complain at the local tavern about his "fits of rage" and apparent "experiments", he is rumored to spend hours upon hours of the night hidden away in the cellars of his castle, what he does is not mentioned or elaborated on, but mostly these whisperings are discounted as nonsense by most. One thing is sure though, he is a charismatic leader, unnaturally so.

Appearance
Out of everything Jensen's most noticeable trait is his height, standing near a head above his people, his eyes are near black in colour but upon close inspection are a particularly dark shade of brown, his hair too is a light brown mop that flows down his neck, just reaching the top of his back. He is generally a good-looking man, if not somewhat cold in appearance. The only truly odd thing about him is his apparent lack of pre-molars, eight sharp canines reside in their place.

Backstory
Jensen has arrived only recently in Rathnir, coming from the vast wastes outside he lead his people, the Astorians on a journey to discover new lands. Eventually ending up in the far north of Rathnir. After gathering his men and creating a clearing he has ordered the construction of a castle, with a town soon to follow. After dubbing this settlement "Astor" and proclaiming himself "Prince of the Astorians" Jensen shall seek to expand. Hopefully bringing the culture and religion of his people to this new world.

In Server Story [Ongoing]
After his town and castle were constructed he sought to make a nation of his own, but after being confronted with threats and conflict from surrounding nations Jensen faltered in his ambitions. Eventually Jensen was approached by Bardonian diplomats he relented and became the leader of Astor as a state under Bardonia. After swearing loyalty to the Bardonian Emperor Jensen continued mostly unburdened by his new loyalties, instead focusing his time on constructing his city, this he did with much vigour. Eventually though he would begin to crack under the stress, exhibiting strange and odd behaviors that would manifest themselves in minor tics.

The most interesting of Jensen's current actions however is the patronage of "Astorian Sanguis", a wine which he helped create, being brewed just after the disappearance of a few local children near the keep. The wine itself was a local hit, the recipe however was closely guarded by the Prince and his master brewer, keeping the methods for creating the thick red beverage a secret known only to them.