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In a distant land, where the sands glide on the wind there is a grand city. In this city, there is various sects of religion that many practice. Some of the sects were of darker than lighter, often taking people off the streets, orphans, homeless, lame, blind and many more to sacrifice to their dark gods. It was one of these sects that Haseem was born to, his mother and father adept followers. But what they did not expect is that their raising of their child in such way would turn him off their teachings. He chose to go about and spread what food he could to those in need. He did not believe in sacrificing other for your own benefit. If you should sacrifice something, sacrifice your time. It was a motto he followed from when he was young and helping al he could. <br><br>He often could be seen repairing people's houses, helping them carry stuff to other places as well as helping take care of the sick. When he was helping an elderly man to the temple to see the healer, he spoke with one of the many priest there, and they offered to initiate him. He then told the priest who his parents were, and word spread throughout the city like wild fire that the son of the High Priest and Priestess of Darg'mah was helping those they hurt. It didn't take long before the boy was shunned by all, even his own parents. They exiled him from their home, and with a city of those who wish to not take him in; he headed west. He saw many lands, and it took him a few years before he stumbled through a dark forest and into a place he knew was different. He saw the trees come to live as malignant beasts as he ran to get out of the woods. When he found himself to a road, He headed eastwards. <br><br>There the boy found the town of Timaran, and quickly afterwards the Temple of Light. He was taken in there and started his studies as he was often sent to Seringale's temple and Healer's Guildhall. Despite that he was often sent off, he always travelled back to Timaran. He loved the city, and especially seeing the whole town from the top of the Ivory Towers. He often went there to read in his spare time, absorbing what knowledge he could as he was growing. He didn't stop helping others. Always seen around the market, lifting merchandise and products from distant lands. He was one of those that people saw, but never really paid attention to. His skin color did make him stand out, as it was far darker than anyone he came across. <br><br>During his readings in the Towers, he found something odd. That Thera, the land he is in now, has been connected to other realms before. He found this interested as that is how he must have gotten here, by stumbling through some sort of portal. He set out trying to find a way to get back home before he stopped and realized, he was exiled from his home. No one would want him. The boy felt like crying, but knew it wouldn't solve his problems. He then started to thing, if he was a cleric, then he would be able to teach others someday. He vowed while inside the Mystic's Library that he would teach those he could. And he also sweared to not be like his parents. He went to the Temple of Light, and swore his oaths at the altar.