Samardnaz, Homin, Citizen of the Desert.
I awoke in a strange desert camp, dressed in nought but rags, and titled "Refugee" by one who called himself "Welcomer". I know not how I arrived here, or where I came from. I'm not even sure of my own name, 'though the Welcomer assures me its Samar d'Naz. By luck I managed to survive that first day, a day spent running errands for this Welcomer. I spent a moon-cycle in this place, learning fighting and magic skills, earning dapper by digging raw materials out of the ground. Somehow, I don't think this is what I did "before", where ever and when ever "before" was. Eventually I happened upon a skinny little Priest, one of the Kami or so I've been told, who offered to send me to the great lands of my people, the Fyros. I accepted his offer, and found myself in the desert city of Pyr.
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In the cycles since, I've decided that I don't like the city life, and I spend much of my time wandering the deserts honing my survival skills, and occasionally harvesting raw materials to sell in the city for Dapper. I haven't much need for Dapper, at least not yet, but I have acquired some reasonable armour and weapons. I've met many other Homins, and based on what I see in their faces, and in the reflection of my own face in my blade, I must agree that I am indeed of Fyros blood. I've worked side by side with members of all homin races, cooperation seems a requisite skill for survival in this land. I don't understand this talk of war, of gods fighting gods, of Homin killing Homin in the name of their gods. Doesn't seem very smart in light of all the non-homin species that are trying to kill us at every turn. Cooperation, now that I understand.
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I met one called Rashan one day, he challenged me to prove I have what it takes to be a member of this guild called Samsara, though the comparison of my ruggedly handsome visage to the pale ugliness of a sand maggot makes me question his visual acuity. After pondering the question for many days, even asking others I met about this Rashan character and the guild of Lady Kostika, I decided there might be some benefit to joining with the Samsara, if only to learn what skills this Rashan character might be able to teach me.
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To make a longer story shorter, I joined the Guild Samsara and survived the "personal touch" of Drill Master Rashan. I can usually be found wandering the desert, mucking for mats or gleefully clubbing the Bugs. Occasionally I'll run errands for a Welcomer or a Corporal, but mostly I wander, and observe. If you're in the Desert, you may see me. I may even see you...