Suffering from Stage 1 Ghoul Fever
Appearance: Recent hair growth has begun to obscure the spiral tattoo of Pharasma that winds over his crown and down to the nape of his neck. His face is scarred, rough and bears the marks of a life at sea. He is tall and bears the build of a man who has worked hard his entire life. His shoulders slump slightly with an unknown burden, but it is his eyes that draw the most attention. Empty. Dead. His gaze makes you want to turn yours. His black, loose fitting clothing is woven with bits of silver thread and two daggers are barely hidden within the many folds of cloth. He clutches absently at the pistol strapped to his belt as he silently scans around him. You can almost hear a faint prayer whispering on the wind and he closes his eyes.
Day 1; Recollection
Something tells me I made a mistake. It is a nagging in the back of my mind, but I cannot remember. I cannot remember anything. I opened my eyes and found myself prostrating before a dark altar in the temple of Pharasma. I lifted my gaze and the memory of my devotion to the goddess rushed through me. Overwhelmed I returned my head to the stone below.
It was some time before the other priests came for me. They lead me out to an ante chamber and told me that I had given myself entirely to Pharasma. I had begged her aide and she had granted me a boon. I asked them what it was but they shrugged and said that was between me and my God.
Day 6; Retrospection
I feel lost. I do not know who I am. I do not know where I came from. I look into the mirror and I do not recognize the face before me. Yet I find I know strange things. I can tell where people are from and I seem quick to notice what people do, don’t do, say, don’t say. And I remember.
Day 11; Discovery
My fellow priests noticed this about me and have sent a man. He says he is of a special order of monk devoted to Pharasma. He said that training would be difficult but that I would arise a powerful weapon of my goddess. When I agreed to join him he handed me a pistol and smiled.
Day 46; Deliverance
I have been training as a gunslinger. I still have no memory of my life before I awoke in the temple and I no longer believe I will ever recover that memory. The priests said that I gave something to Pharasma in exchange for a blessing. I do not know what I asked for, but I am certain I know what the price was. Regardless, I am touched by my goddess and I am her holy warrior. May her light shine through my deeds.