Here is my backroundish thing. I just need mathier stats.
[sblock=tldr;]Orim awoke. He looked around, and knew he had lost something. It was not clear what it was but he knew. Reincarnation is a hard thing to decribe in the common tongue. In some ways, the strongest memory to persist is the feeling of awakening. Never this sense of utter loss. Thoughts flickered. No, this wasn't even the first awakening after the loss. But dying ties me back. He couldn't remember every detail, but his failure to protect the Pharoah, still stings. Looking around the shore at which he found himself, he starting walking to a new life.
Orim was angry. He didn't fit in here. The place he fit is gone forever. Torm is worthy enough but I don't feel as connected as I once did. A mission of protection? That sounds like familiar territory. Perhaps I can't still be at least useful.
A final failure. She is dead. I could not stop, there were too many, and I killed many of them. I am not an instrument of defense, am I? I am cold, brutal vengeance personified, and I don't even know who killed her.
Orem stands 6'3" tall. His gangly body is almost lost in the fold s of his grey cloak. His piercing eyes, too blue to be human, dart about furtively. His gray skin and dull white markings obscuyre his features.
He has been working as a thug and assasin of the weak and helpless. He has fallen prey tio vice and depression.
He gets involved with the mission as he sees the woman he was supposed to protect joining up. She is clearly rattled by the injuries, and does not recognize him. Orim wonders, "Is this my path to redemption?"[/sblock]
... I do believe he is done!
