His earliest memory is “awakening,” finding himself in the hall of the powerful and caring paladin, Sir Jonin, standing among ornamental suits of armor from throughout history.
Upon awakening, he found he had no memory… The knight discovered him wandering the hall late one night and offered him a comfortable room in which to stay. It turns out Jonin had purchased the warforged for his armor collection at an auction. Bayros spent the next three years with Sir Jonin, unsure of where to go or what to do. During that time, Jonin told many stories of his past deeds. Bayros soon found that he, too, felt the same passion to defeat those that would wrong the innocent. He traveled with Sir Jonin on several quests and was called to act as a city defender several times at his side (the city has been at war with orcs for decades). He saw many innocents and valiant defenders slain by the enemy hand.
After returning from an eight month quest, Bayros finally asked Jonin what his own mission was. After careful thought, Jonin took a deep breath, sadly looked Bayros in the eyes and told him simply to leave and live. Confused, and a bit annoyed, the creature left. He stood outside the knight’s manor for a few days, unsure of what to do. One afternoon, a deer timidly crept into the yard and the warforged took a few silent steps to get a closer look. With this, his first self-initiated act, the world opened up to him. He had discovered freedom.
It was during this solitary travel that he found he had an understanding of nature and could harness its power. He felt like he was designed to be in the wild. His first missions centered around trying to find out about himself and his people. For over five years, he traveled (day and night), finding no one that knew anything of his race. He began by tracking down those involved with the auction he was purchased from. After talking to the seller, his sources, and so on, he discovered that he was found in the middle of a remote field, inactive. Apparently, there was a family of fox-squirrels living within his plating (“Delightful.” -Bayros). The only hard evidence of anything concerning himself or his race he found was a fragment of an ancient mural from the ruins of a temple depicting a king with what appears to be several warforged behind him.
He’s decided that he’s had enough of solitary travel. He finds that he misses the companionship of Sir Jonin and company and seeks his own companions. And, while he still wishes very much to find out about his history, he’s also decided to focus on exploring, bringing light to the darkness, and consequences to the wrongdoers.
Bayros travels, coldly righting what he sees as wrongs without fear…with a few bolts from his crossbow.
I tried to fit the answers to these in the description, but I’m not doing too well. So, I’ll just answer those I missed.
> How does your character get along with people? With strangers or people of other races/species?
He has few problems with other races, save orcs and similar beings.
While logical, he is friendly, to an extent, though suspicious of the motives of others (his kindness has been taken advantage of in the past).
On the subject of race, his own appearance sometimes attracts attention from those really focusing on him, but to most, he just appears to be a humanoid in elaborate armor.
> How does your character view his or her alignment and opposing alignments?
He is good, no doubt, but not blindly so. Being a warforged, he is inherently logical and uses reason when making decisions. He would be willing to work with less savory folks, if necessary, for a greater good.
> What or who does your character love?
Bayros is very protective of his companions and innocents.
He has great respect for noble warriors, as they remind him of his first friend.
He is also fairly attached to the possessions from his past. His crossbow is ancient (thousands of years old), and seems to be made to fit his hands. He thinks it was his during another time. Bayros also has a small stone with a strange symbol engraved on it. He keeps it in a compartment built into his chest. Occasionally, he has asked mages and the like about it, but hasn’t mentioned it to his companions. His companions see him with it at times, but when asked about it, he says it is nothing. Finally, he holds the fragment of ruin (about six inches square, stone) dear to him as it is the only evidence of others of his kind.
> What or who does your character hate or strive against?
Lesser races, like orcs, and those causing harm to the innocent.
