Age: 230 ish | Starting level: 4 | Background: Hermit | "Origin" Feat: Healer | Starting Grace: Living Arsenal | How you rolled: [ used standard+ array ]

Backstory: 

At some point in their life; by choice, accident, or force; Avaridis began wandering the many planes. The long years of wandering the multiverse have shown them many things, but lost themselves. Now, although touched with the strange magic of a horizonwalker, Avaridis has lost most of their memories, and things slip their mind easily like a cracked kettle. They have no connection to their former community, and no knowledge of why they started wandering. Only a locket they’re too scared to open for fear that it too is empty, and a deep-seated compulsion to continue the wandering. But, they’re tired. Avaridis wants, more than anything, their memories back. They hope that if they can return home, they won’t feel forced to wander.

Vibe:
A wanderer walks across the hills, unsure of their destination. They reach a pool of golden light to somewhere else. They sigh, and then enter

A broadsword whistles impossibly quickly through the air, attached to the hand of its wielder by only a long length of silver chain. The wanderer flicks their wrist, the chain swings, and the sword flings forward.

A traveller and a wanderer meet on the road. They introduce themselves. They walk together for a time, and the wanderer soothes the troubles of the other. And then asks for introductions.