Tasren stood outside the Blue Hound, the tavern he'd been sleeping and drinking in for the past week. He really hadn't been doing anything else. Now he didn't want to do either, for a while at least. He wiped both hands over his face and looked up at the sky. It would be raining, five days it was blue skies and sun, but not today.
His elfish features were given by his mother, his brown hair by his father.

[This message has been edited by JAMESCROFOOT (edited January 08, 2010).]
How about this beginning.

Tasren pulled his cloak tighter against the cold rain as he approached the job poastings board. His purse was a great deal lighter after the drinking he'd done for the past five days. That's all he'd been doing but the blood red memories still wouldn't leave his dreams. Maybe that's just the way it was.
He had just mustered out of the King's Rangers after two years of fighting in the south against Kasiens. The ranger's had given his sword, his green cloak and his green leather armor.

Theres also not a whole lot happening. Personally, I'd maybe start with the rain. The fact that its raining and he's unhappy about it...perhaps because he has something to do, that will force him out into it?

Carry on writing the story. Then, when you know enough about the story to know where it actually starts, cut everything before that point.

Starting off with a weather report probably won't be much better.