There is something about Keith Keffer's appearance that is reminiscent of the sea. Something maybe in his eyes, crystal blue. Something perhaps in his skin tone, like sand in the late afternoon sun. Or something in all of it that talks about boats and stories told over a campfire on the beach. Ancient stories that are sometimes heard when one sits down to listen to the sea. Perhaps because he was born and grew up in a little cabin very close to the sea, in a cabin surrounded by sand and boats. Maybe that's why Keith looks like a fisherman's son. Not only in his appearance: there is something in his voice, in his way of speaking, in his movements that capture that infinite patience that those who fish have. But Keith Keffer is not a fisherman's son. Or at least, he doesn't know if he is. The truth is that he did not know his father. If he had met him, he would know that his appearance is very different from his.

Anyway, Keith Keffer is sand. It's ocean. It's sun burning back and scars from playing with crabs. It's a crooked nose. It's long blonde hair, sometimes braided, sometimes tangled. He has collected sunsets that are reflected in his eyes and a collection of stories that he will surely tell you. Just listen to it. It will be worth it or not, it will depend on whether you are one of those who likes the nautical and messy but peaceful combination that occurs in those who grew up seeing (and seen by) the sea.

First Instance of Magic:
Many curious events happened to Keith in his childhood. Many events that he could not explain. Not even those who took care of him could give him answers to why such strange things seemed to be around him. Even in the village there was a rumor that he was a cursed child. Some punishment for being the fruit of such an unseemly couple.
It was kind of a joke, the kind that's half serious and half joking, but really, everyone loved Keith. Even though he was a strange boy. Even though fantastic things were happening to him. Even though the locals didn't understand many of the things he was talking about. And although there were times when he seemed to have something from another world. It was said that what Keith had was a talent for lying and imagining fantastic stories. Some anecdotes simply couldn't be true. That's why no one believed him when he came home drenched and muddy saying he had been struck by lightning but was miraculously unharmed.
It was early in the morning and he was supposed to have gone on an errand that he would return before nightfall. Night came and the storm too (a storm like there hadn't been in years, the worst storm ever seen in Kentra, some claimed) but Keith didn't come. They weren't scared at first, because they knew that Keith could handle himself, he always had (the poor guy had never had attentive parents and had grown up quite independent), but that rain wasn't usual and neither was the fact that he didn't come back when its being already midnight.
They didn't believe him. But they weren't mad at him either. After all, he was safe. And that was saying enough when the wind roars and the sky seems to fall, all liquid and thunder.