Diarkay


 * Likes booze
 * Ethically grey
 * Some knowledge lock picking

I joined the great army of Malaz at a very young age as a simple soldier and fought many battles. I proved myself through my bravery and decisiveness in war. As a reward my commander Jason Hacked, known for his exploits in the last war against the Dwarves, promoted me to sergeant. I was in charge of a squad that numbered around 20 soldiers. We were a reckon team and after many successful missions we were chosen to scout a nearby continent and discover all about a new race called the Orcs. After we arrived I decided to set up camp somewhere in the woods. I posted two soldiers with guard duty as the rest of us slept. At the middle of the night a heard roars and screams! We were ambushed by a group of these so-called Orcs. By the time I took arms half of my men were dead. The battle continued for a while and everyone died except for me. They were stronger and faster than us. I knew that there was no way that I could beat them. At my last moment I felt some mysterious power running through me that allowed me to kill the remaining Orcs. That power was given to me by a dark entity. I buried my soldiers and returned back to the main army in Geni. I was honorably discharged due to how unstable I was. Without any family to keep me, I started roaming Quon Tali for almost a year drinking my sorrows away and trying to understand this newly power that was bestowed upon me.

One day as I was passing through a village and I saw a poster about a tournament. Having nothing to lose I decided to join.