Backstory:
I have never been alone. Not in all my years of living.
I was born to two human parents. They cared for me up until I was old and grown enough to care for myself. I took work in public service, I was a clerk for the constable. Though I still managed to find time to have dinner with them each month. I would even bring my wife and children with me. None of them knew.
I have long since buried my wife. I have gone to the funerals of all my friends. My children have died before me as well, though, they did not pass painfully. That was reserved for my grandchildren. It has been one year since I buried my grandchildren. A meaningless war for glory to the king. My the gods curse his name. I know they will at least live in my thoughts.
I think its time for me to leave this town. My whole family has lived and died in this house, yet I am still chipper enough to move. And you are still alive enough to speak to me. I don't suffer from the penalties of old age that many of my friends did. And I don't know why. But if I don't know the answer, and neither do you. Then I will have to find out.

Personality Quirks:
Quiet, often closes their eyes in concentration. Though what they're concentrating on is unclear. Grizzled, pessimistic.

Age: 106
Background: Custom
Origin feat: Thrown arms master
Starting Grace: Edge of Conquest
Rolls: https://discord.com/channels/1417076658460033077/1417136305535451137/1546279214775541832