Born into the proud Shoanti people he had the mark of Gorum upon him (Birthmark+Veteran of Battle). Throughout his childhood he was interested in weapons, fascinated by the rare wares and exotic weaponry of the few traders he experimented with weird creations and weapon types always pushing the patience of the traditionalist shoanti and getting bullied for his trouble. After a somewhat explosive experiment that scarred one of the tribes best hunters the elders decided he should be exiled to find his place in Gorums plan. He is convinced the greatest enemies to the Shoanti are the chellaxian demon/magic users. Now an outsider, a tshamek, he followed some traders back to Korvosa. Originally a sacred shoanti site it still holds one of their sacred pyramids, the perfect place to sample and learn all there is about iron weapons and Gorums weaponry.
The traders sold him (unknown to him) to an unsavoury character GaeLam who beat him and left him for dead in the grey district when JC refused to do as he was told. Found by priests of Pharasma he was brought back from the brink, surprised at his sturdiness (heart of the wilderness), birthmark and his talk of Gorums plan they as priests of the god of fate, death and prophesy took a like to him. As a child of the Skoan-Quah (Clan of the Skull) his upbringing as keepers of the dead and protectors from evil spirits means he has a rapport with the inhabitants of the grey district, their mission and even shares their humour. The high priest of Pharasma: Kepard DeBear allows him to stay.
I assume it is because I share his dislike of undead and am dedicated to the destruction of necromancy, some whisper that my arrival was fated and he plans to make sure I fulfil the role he has planned for me/thats meant to be.
I now live among them in the grey district, uses my crafting abilities to fix things like shovels and maintain their weapons (they were in acceptable condition but to a follower of Gorum acceptable is not good enough); I also do odd jobs for the priests as they see fit from grave digging to watching the graveyard at night. On the side I have a little business they frown upon- but allow me to continue helping the guard (healing them of injuries gained in battle they wouldn’t otherwise like to make official) and I am considered an inactive member by many. Though I am pretty sure she doesn’t know I exist and have managed to keep under her radar I have a crush on Cressidia Croft: the head of the guard. My earnings are spent on tuition in differing fighting schools and costly experimenting with guns.
Thursdays (oath day) I take very seriously and renew my vows to my clan, god and profession. I dream of one day starting my own fighting school and with luck getting permission to start a healing and/or a gun smithing guild even though guilds have been banned through amendments to Korvosas laws recently. Further I fancy having some exotic pets like a fire pelt, giant lizard or storm rocs as it gets pretty lonely in the grey district. A fan of blackjack the masked hero I entertain thoughts of going out and doing good deeds in his name. As yet I have not but some of the priests mutter that when on graveyard shift I stalk about wearing a mask, posing on tomb stones and generally taking things far too energetically and seriously like it’s some militant offensive.
As an inquisitor he expects his word to be regarded as divine mandate and is garbed in a mix of regalia and the rough-and-tumble tools of the adventurer both ancient and modern. Confident he needs no one to adventure having the melee, ranged, casting and common skills needed to survive he looks forward to a life filled with secret knowledge, constant danger, vendettas, and strange mortal and outsider theological politics only an Inquisitor need deal with.
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