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Personal history

Born to his mother and father in the town of De’mah bordering Emyrit, Nashor’s home life was somewhat turbulent from an early age. His father, Decius, belonged to a band of ‘warriors’ known as the Ashen Hands. While originally thought to have been an order founded by some long forgotten kingdom, the Ashen Hands are closer to Bandits or Raiders than proper Knights, though they do find themselves still employed as Mercenaries on a semi-regular basis. Nashor’s mother, Floria, was but a simple handmaiden, working in taverns or serving wealthy houses to make ends meet.
As a child, Nashor enjoyed a mostly normal life. Though money was at times scarce, his family managed to pull through and remained unified. As Nashor grew older however, he would experience moments of disconnects and violent thoughts, seemingly out of nowhere. Around the same time both his parents became increasingly concerned about him. Nashor would overhear talks of ‘that job’ his father completed before he was born. It also became clear (to Nashor at least) that there was something unseen living amongst his family. This entity always made Nashor uneasy, and even though it never made any attempt to hurt him it seemed to have no regard for anyone else. The most blatant example of this was when another boy tried to pick on Nashor… and found himself nearly strangled to death.
 
As time went on and Nashor grew into his early teens, the family unit began to dissolve at an alarming rate. Decius became more and more erratic, taking on increasingly dangerous jobs seemingly for the thrill of it and not so much the monetary gain. Floria voiced her discontent with Decius’ behaviour, and so began a long spiral of heated and at times dangerous arguments between the two. The further his parents split apart, the more isolated Nashor became. What scant few moments of affection, wisdom, and stability managed to break through the veil of resentment that strangled his family, he held on to dearly.
 
By his late teens, Decius’ seemingly manic behaviour reached its pinnacle. He was gone most of the time, ‘doing a job’ as he would say, but Nashor had a feeling there was something more to it. He could sense his father was not always himself. Indeed, Nashor would glance into his father’s eyes, and see someone or something looking back at him. Perhaps, Nashor surmised, his father’s actions were meant to distance himself from his family not out of hate or discontent, but of love. Nashor questioned whether or not he would share the same fate as his father, but had little time contemplate, for his father would soon leave him and his mother behind.
 
The night Decius left, he had another argument with Floria, though the tone in his voice was more restrained and coherent than it had been of late. Around twilight, Decius came to Nashor before leaving. “Know that everything I have done, I did it for you and your mother. You may not believe me now, but eventually, it’ll all make sense. Now… I’ve gotta make up for a lifetime of mistakes.” Nashor knew these words were genuine, and filled with equal amounts of guilt and love. Before taking his leave, he paused at the door. “...It’s my fault son. I should’ve listened to that damn shaman. Nobody would’ve wanted it… had they known the price. A price that you now have to pay.” He turned to Nashor, “You can’t let it have reign over you, you must master it...lest, it be the master of you.” Decius then left without saying another word.
 
By his 17th birthday, Nashor knew he would have to travel to understand his powers… and the entity that was bound to him. After a long discussion with his mother Nashor began to search for anything that might lead him to answers. He soon learned of some old woman that was isolated from the rest of the populus. Curious, he thought, as a strange sense of yearning and purpose began to envelope him. He had to see her. He hoped that, at the very least, he could assist his mother in keeping their purses full, since Decius was the normally the one to bring in the largest amounts of gold. So it was that Nashor prepared and set out with a three fold task: Learn about his power, find his father, and earn enough money to keep his family’s land.

Personality

Motivation

Finding financial stability,

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Birthplace

De'mah