Joomuk was born on the move. He originated from around Krughanistan, but his birth clan was nomadic in nature so he had no real birthplace. His parents did not know what to do with him as he had the required bloodlust, he did not complain about the manual workload, and enjoyed participating in raiding undead holdings. But in the end, he seemed a little off...
Every since childhood, Joomuk has been searching for a deeper meaning, he tries to supply the meaning with making games out of everything. All the trinkets he has every owned or possesed have came out of a sort of twisted game that he developed while in a mindset of bloodshed and boredom. Having completely lost his moral compass, he would not think twice about stamping out innocent life in order to fulfil a game or bet he has placed with himself. He still wanders Almaris to this day, looking for another game to satiate his unquenchable bloodlust and boredom.
Arriving at the city, Joomuk glanced around, immediately taking in everything to do. He was spooked by a well-dressed man to his left side, saying, "Welcome! What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?" Joomuk had one goal, and answered fast and roughly. "Do all there is here, and leave no game to be played."
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