His story is that of one foretold. His order a secret sect of warriors
who had forsaken magical means like the warlords before them. His earliest
memory was that of running the obstacles provided by the monastery.
Training that was begun far earlier than any child before him. Daily he was
caned to strengthen his body, while he pushed himself to his limits. He was
13 when the first challenge came. He had always been set aside from the
others, due to the birthmark on his face. The kid was two years older than
him, and had always thought himself better. When they met in the ring, the
older kid rushed him right away, not waiting on the word of the grand-master.
The duel was over before it began, the older kid sprawled face first in the
sand. After that one, the challenges became a part of his daily routine.
Every day, sometimes three or four challengers. Not once did he lose, for a
whole year. It was then that the other monasteries nearby got involved.
Challengers came from afar, and from many different disciplines. All in the
name of testing themselves against him. He suffered his first defeat his
15th year. By then, he had been fighting multiple opponents in some duels.
However this one was not the case. This one was different. This foe had
dark skin, and eyes that almost seemed to glow. The man moved as if he was
magically enhanced, to swift to powerful to counter. His forms perfect, he
was brushed aside like swaying grass. It was then they struck, the order of
magic striking the monastery. In one fell swoop they were taken by
surprise. When he came to, they were all gone. His friends, his teachers,
only him. Unsure how he survived he looked for others, but found none. The
next year sent him searching other nearby monasteries. What he found was
appalling. There were no survivors, and yet he did not know the identity of
the attackers. Finally his real journey began, as he set out for new lands
in search of answers.
Description:
The first thing you notice about this one, is an angry red handprint
shaped burn on his face. The raised red handprint travels up and over his
bald head. Clearly the mark of something terrible. Luckily for him the
fingers of the burn miss his eyes, clear and blue they are. Half-pointed
half-round, his ears stick up around his bald head marking his heritage.
Every other thing about him appears average. Not very tall, even for a
half-elf he seems to be perfectly still from one moment to the next. He
appears fit, but only just with no real definition to speak of.
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