Grey Naythos

My name is Grey Naythos, and I am a disappointment. To a god, to a church, and most of all -- to my family. I was born with many gifts: a strong body, a sharp mind. Many gifts, save the most important one. My parents, servants of Bahamut, use to praise my strength. Use to tell me of the great things I would accomplish. Of how proud they were to be my parents. They don't say those things anymore.
As my brothers grew, they found their divine spark. Bahamut's gifts. While I found nothing. My brothers were celebrated and raised with pride and respect. While I languished, pushed aside, ignored.
My parents cared for me. I was there son. But, I was also their embarrassment, their shame. The boy they bragged about, who fell short of every expectation. Best forgotten. Best out of sight.
That dark place isn't empty. I know... because I found anger. I found hate.
My brothers had their divine gifts, but they lacked what I had. The body I was born with, the rope like muscles that wrapped around my frame. I regret this part the most. That I lashed out. That I used my strength to hurt others. That I didn't use my voice to tell them how I was hurting myself.
That's when he appeared. The man named Mort. A small, pale, and aging man who had come to be my teacher. With a Raven's symbol burned into his shoulder. He had traveled far... or so he told me. Before him, despite his fragile appearance, my strength counted for nothing. My body learned first. But slowly, with every compounded bruise, with every snapped bone, my mind began to see. I had spent my life trying to climb the mountains of others. I had never once considered my own. It was this realization, this moment, that became the first rock of my very own mountain. And, it was that same moment that Mort disappeared. Leaving only a Raven pommeled short sword.
Stepping onto the dock was bittersweet. I would miss my family. I regretted my behavior, and I lamented the opportunities I had squandered. But, there was one things I did not feel. One emotion that had nagged me forever. And without it, I felt lighter than air.
The Grey that steps onto that ship won't ever come back here. He will never return. If I ever see home again, I will be a different man.
Of that, for the first time, I had no doubt.

Age

25

Eyes

Grey

Hair

Blond

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

White

Height

6'0"

Weight

200 lbs.