Phra Ram

Phra Ram or Ram (as Phra is a title for King. (lol)), is a human of short stature about 5'4" he has coppery skin and straight black hair which is tied back into a pony tail or top knot when he is performing for Joan.

He wears light weight clothing of completely forgien material and look. He wears open toed sandles or goes barefoot like the Lilac and her kinfolk.

His language is very limited and his accent is very thick. When he does speak, Joan comments it takes two or three times to understand him. Likewise he has a hard time understanding those who speak to him. He is learning the language though and seems to understand more then he can speak.

Phra Ram prefers short bladed, balanced weapons, the guard for the hilt of any prized weapon (in the future) would be about up half the weapons length. He prefers leather armor over chain and plate as this armor is too confining for the style of fighting he is used to. Currently even with the weapon Balar made for him (one of his prized possessions). He seems a bit awkward with it, he is learning and slowly becoming more adapt though.

Phra Ram, is concerned with the lack of concern toward the serf classes, He sees the local Feudal structure different. Lord Darby is the father, his wife the Mother. As such they command absolute respect and loyalty. When in the presence of important personages Phra Ram will kotow and never look at these persons, As he is too low to view his beneficators. While, Lord Darby's Daughter has asked his assistance and does not like his kowtowing he still will "wai" and kowtow regardless, as his status is lowly.

Phra Ram, is very homesick. His music from his flute reflects this, unless Joan tells him otherwise. His most prized possession is his flute which he will usually be playing in Joan's inn for a spot by the fire and food scraps, though after a recent adventure Phra Ram is renting a room upstairs.

He has no idea how he got here, or where home is. His story is "One night I go sleep, have dream about fly and wake up here. I not know here is and not know how go home."

To pass the time he patrols the road between Valorde and Fairfield. Phra tries to make friends with anybody he meets, unfortunately the small green men, their big green men friends and the occasional large brown man seem not likely to return his calls for friendship.

If he is not healing from his fights from these patrols he has been known to travel throughout the area, He appears to be searching for something but has yet to let on what he is searching for, and will shrug it off if asked.

He hopes to someday rise beyond his current status, but because of current issues he remains at Joan's Inn, playing his flute for all who would listen. (Phra Ram's owner is currently deployed (military) and can't play)

More of his mysterious pass will be reveal prechance if people show interest in it and he learns to speak the language better.