SSenor

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

((How do you respond?))

He sat, his eyes low yet, his gaze locked onto his surroundings. His body ached, hurt from the 'past life', so he called it. "I don't remember, why can't I remember. Wait, I am, home. I must say this tent, it brings memories, me, and my brothers would sit in our tent, reassuring each other we would be ok, no matter who crossed us. I wish I could go back and warn them of the troubles we faced ahead." He raised his head meeting her gaze, his blind eye, glistening like glass in the candlelight.

The hag looked not at him, but at his spirit, maybe even his very soul. "You are young, yet you carry yourself as if you have lived a lifetime."

His gaze shifted back to her. "My name is Axious Valkaris. My name may not mean much, but it carries the weight of my family."

He lowered his eyes, thinking back to the past. "My parents died when I was young, too young for the things I had to witness. The very man who sent for their deaths, gave me this scar." He felt his face, tracing the scar on his eye. "As I grew, I found others like me, long forgotten by the world. We survived for what with what little we had; we fought each other like brothers fighting over who is loved more by their parents. If only history was written true men, but no. They died by the very hands they swore they swore to never bow, we were foolish then. What I learned, they died for."

The hag slowly stood.

"Your past doesn't define your future, those scars tell stories, not nightmares. Axious Valkaris, you may find happiness here, if you do find it here, I doubt you will anywhere else." 

The hag then left, leaving him to his own shadow.

Backstory: 

Axious was born into a family of honor, Chivalry was their guide to life. His father taught him all about life, how to treat others, himself, and the ones he held dearest to his heart. Unfortunately, life didn't follow the rules of Chivalry, when his village was attacked, his parents were killed. He watched as his friends were slaughtered, wolves were more merciful than those men. When it was his turn, the men played with him, they tossed his around like a toy. When they were done, a man approached him, Axious, only 12 at the time, still remembers his words "If I killed you, who would tell our story?" That man left him scarred, not just mentally, the men cut his eye, just one quick slash to remind him. 

As Axious grew older, he found friendship in those who also had their lives stripped from them. They were fierce, almost like ghosts in the night. They stole for those who couldn't buy, no child should suffer what they had. Even with these deeds, they're fate was sealed. A trap set by the same man who killed his family. We set on a quest, in hopes of finally freeing the people from an enemy that cost the pain and suffering of thousands. When the time came, they fought likes brothers, they even thought they would win. If only he could have warned them, if only he knew the fate of his brothers in arms. In the end, they lost the war, his friends, brothers. They were lost, he fought till his last breath, then those same words rung in his ear. "If I killed you, who would tell our story?" That man looked at him, the same man who killed his family, now finished the job.

Axious was presumed dead, the torture was brutal, he was beaten, left for dead at the riverbank. When all was done, the river consumed him. He was washed away into the water, how far, how long? He may never know, but when he awoke, he washed up in a marsh, now staring in the eyes if an old lady, "Tell me your story."