When I was very, very young my village, Hansi, was attacked by slavers. Even though I was young I tried to fight and managed to kill one of the raiders but was inevitably overpowered. Thinking me dangerous, they decided that I could not be sold and were about to kill me when Ikshan, a monk who was passing by [possible ongoing association], saw my plight and rescued me. He took me back to my village but it was completely destroyed and only corpses remained. He brought me back to Dakata, his monastery, where the ruling council allowed me to stay. Inspired by the bravery and skill of my rescuer, I began studying and training with the monks there. As I progressed, I also honed my affinity for water (and specifically blood) to the point where I can almost control it at will. Five years ago the elders of my order, The Blinding Fist, decided that I was ready to set out on my own. After years of searching, I found the group responsible for the destruction of my home – their day of reckoning was mighty and terrible. With the ruins of their camp burning behind me and their corpses littering the ground for the vultures and dogs to ravage, I set out to do whatever good I could in the world. I discovered later that several of the leaders were away at the time and survived the purge – I hunt them still, but without the blinding rage that had consumed both me and their camp. I have been wandering far and wide searching for any remnant of my people, protecting the weak and innocent, and hunting those who prey on them ever since.
When I met the party:
I HIT A MUDDAEFFER WITH ANOTHER MUDDAEFFER!!!
