Entered into the choir at 15 to his accord, and seen as one with a malleable soul, mind and body, He was put at the forefront various experimental rituals.
and was used as a crash test dummy for everything, and on one fateful evening a wretched cursed ritual that lead to a catastrophe, the ritual circle broke, decaying into its composite parts, disfiguring and rearranging his body as the movements of his twisted reawakening reverberated throughout the stone and brick walls, causing the basements walls to fall.
and as the rubble came crashing down, the bricks and old stone falling around him like thunder, a support beam landing right on top of him, he held up the rubble with his still morphing body, allowing the ritual inciters out, before the debris came down, entombing him.
Minutes passed, civilians and cultists alike drew around the pile, before emerging as a powerful reborn warrior.
Born anew, he consulted his superior, and after a short conversation, he was told "You have greater purposes, out there. Child." Before pointing to the door with a dark magic hand before being ousted outside.
Getting the message, he sauntered off into the distance, With a new body and mind, now as an adventurer.
Wears simple clothing and a cowl and mask to cover his face. Quiet and not very perceptive, but still means well as he does his best in whatever situation life hands to him.