To others that see him on a day to day basis, Carrion wears rather unassuming clothes. His robes are elegant, but do not sparkle nor shine, they carry the weight of one who may have some sort of higher station. They’re mainly a dark blue, with drab browns accenting the sleeves and a simple backpack of goods is latched to his back. Various pouches, each dyed in a different drab color adorns his waist.
His sleeves are long with gloves covering his hands, in fact almost none of his skin is visible outside of his neck area. His face is covered with an ornate porclein mask. Perhaps magical in nature it does not block or dampen his voice from what it sounds, nor does he ever take it off. When he eats he simply unhinges the lower jaw portion and can sip food or water easily.
his voice is low and somber, like a soft rolling thunder of sorts.
The first thing you must know , is that Carrion is not his name. Though it is the only he will give you. Born to impoverished parents in the slums of Raam, he lived in relative peace with his family and two sisters. Unable to do much besides be a runner for various groups needing information passed, his coming of age held the most difficulty.
On the run from the local templars he found himself cornered, scared witless from a series of accidental events which led him to this sorry state. Drawing forth natural arcane talents, he was able to immolate a templar from the inside out. Much the shock and dismay of the other templar that was chasing him.
However fortune smiled upon the young Mul that day. The templar hardly liked the other and thought of nothing better than appeasing Abalach-Re with a new recruit.
This was the start of the end of his life.
The first thing he did was cast off his name, becoming Carrion, as he loathed the templars completely and felt this name better suited one in power. At first resistant to his new office, as he had hated the templars for his entire life, he began to enjoy the pleasures that being a favored could bring. Of being the personal toy of Abalach-Re. Being favorite had its perks, but even this too would pass. Years of being a dedicated servant, he was eventually left forgotten discarded like filth. However it wasn’t the discarding that bothered him, it was his own thoughts. His conscience had caught up to him, finally being able to assess his life, his deeds, everything he had done. It wasn’t a pretty picture.
Being a cast off though would be his boon, he wore it like a badge of honor now, and with his new goal, to see Abalach-Re fall, to turn Raam around, that would be his goal. Carrion is in no rush, for he has seen the ruin the country has fallen into, and knows that it just requires the slightest of pushes at the right time to set into motion what he desires.
With time on his side he has found common ground with house M’Ke. Together he hopes that they can gently.. or sometimes forcefully, push Raam into the ruin it deserves.
