Its basically the wild boy grown up.
My pc is of the human races from the far south, jungles and the such, he was caught by one up by one of the few adventures who dared the worlds coasts by sea. Acting as a cartogropher, and anthropologist attempting to reveal some of what he found out about the world he was he was a bit of a rogue but an honorable one.
On one such adventure my pc was found as a youth living in the wild though and a originally a novelty he was raised by the pirate adventurer as a son and and indocrinated into the ways of the "Harren'daen'kar ".
Thus he grew into majority among the peoples of this land and considered it his home as well as, though he had many nightmares of his early life and a temper just as violent. His father took him on many journeys but decided the time came that he needed more schooling.
After completing the basic martial school, his "father" took him on a journey that would end in tragedy and change his life forever.
While going on a route along the coast closing to the horn of the continent one night they encountered, what he recalls his father calling an "area of distortion..."
Unnaturally Fast moving clouds passed overhead and there were strange lights in the sea, red lightning flashed in the distance, and while quickly heading for shore, a light rain began to fall, then colorlessness...
Tylunth awoke below deck the next day and emerged to find himself awash in foreign seas the sky was different sickly orangish though it was day the Sun could not be found above the water was a grey paste thick and greasy along the prow.
Aside from himself the ship was empty, father and his crewmates had all vanished. There were no barrels or supplies on the ship and he lasted 4 days, 4 days where night never fell just the endless orange sky, and after 4 days on the ship he collapsed without water,. Laying there dying he began to pray for hours he prayed to the Gods his father had taught him though they didn't answer... he prayed to the Gods of the ancestors that he'd never knew all cotton mouthed and sweat sticky by still he drifted...
In a fit of definance he cursed and spat at the Gods for all thier power and indifference and cry'd out through cracked dry lips
"Vengence and unduing! I have not survived all of this life to die thus! Black things beneath the depths, void between the stars, dark red hunger gnawing at all! If the Gods lead me to this I deny them any who would have me I give my self to thee! Save thy servant" and Tylunth was embraced by darkness once again."
He awoke to find himself in a hospice and learned his boat had floated into harbor the night before. He also learned that 11 years had passed since that voyage had left and he did seem older his experience did not account for lost time further that something was wrong with his eye it was different and terrified people who saw it and so he took to wearing a patch. His fathers holdings had been sold to cover taxes and split amongst people clainming to be familly so all he had left was the ship, which he would eventually have to pay harbor space tax on. So he left his floating home to find work.
He rejoined a an advanced Harren'daen'kar team through a placement trial of combat and has adventured with them ever since.
He often awakens to nightmares, and has other small quirks but his dedication to his peers and his unique style of fighting make him indispensible to the units he's assigned to, and often puts in requests to go to the most challenging field missions.
...Ultimately he seems unaffected to by his harsh and strange events of his life.
Looks can be decieving however...
Though what his ultimate goal is aside from adventuring as his father before him is yet to be revealed.
