Trevorion Dhuntere
Race: Human
God: Tyros
Alignment: Lawful Good
Guild: --
Username: Trevorion
Foundation Points: 58,615
Foundation Title: --
BACKGROUND
Having woken up alone and injured in a dark forest, Trevorion couldn't recall much about himself and his past before the Fracture. His head hurt, his vision was poor and he could barely bear the pain from an ugly wound on his back. He emptied what was left in his stomach, not just cause of vertigo but more due to the nauseating stench of the blood and gore on his tattered clothes. Much of it wasn't his and definitely wasn't human. What it came from he could not fathom. Occasionally with the throbbing pains a tiny glimpse of memories would flash up but he could not make head or tails of who or where he was apart from that he was in Syndesia. But how, why, what for? He recalled he was an architect of sorts, ... or was it an engineer, ... no, he was a soldier or wait was he an instructor? ...or not ... who was he? Where these his memories or not? ... was he a noble? ... nothing made sense. A thought kept pressing him on though: "Trevorion! Have faith in Tyros! The light will show you the way and help you rebuild! Have faith in Tyros!" He forced himself up, he had to find a place for the night, cater to his injuries, and think and plan for what was to come ...