Remiel Delmir

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Full name: Remiel Delmir
Age: 22
Class: Paladin
Race: Human
Subrace: Aasimar
Alignment: Lawful good
Deity: Toran

Short bio:

Waking up in the middle of a rainy night... an odd dream like that. Or was it odd? Maybe expected and anticipated are better words... eagerly awaited. Many questions answered... perhaps not. I already knew the answers... just never really understood the questions. Some say you become what you're destined to be... some say it's other people who influence your life. I really don't know why I'm here right now, writing this. Is it because I'm supposed to be... or because of others?

I never really knew my father. Garil Delmir, a drunken man who eventually gambled his life away was the man I call father. And what of my mother then... I never met her, he never spoke her name... Only thing I know is that she gave me my name. I would've liked to meet her. One thing I hope for and know I will never have... it's painful. She was different like me though... she had to be. It could not have been my father's blood that makes me what I am. He wasn't like that. Perhaps he hated me for... killing her. Or perhaps he always understood. I still remember the day my father died... silence. The eyes of the guards bought with money. Money... No one cared about my father... not without his money... Perhaps I cared. How could I not have? Even if so... there was nothing I could do to those men. Perhaps now... but no. He found his peace in death.. Perhaps he died with mother so long ago. I never met either of them.

Some say I do what I do because of my blood. As if it didn't matter who I am... only what. Even living on the streets I always tried to do the right thing... even if it would have been so much easier to do what the others did. I became what I am and they became something else. The streets are hard on children... Everyone struggles, many don't make it. The ones who make it can never remove the filth of the streets from their souls. I'm sure most of my friends from those times are now like those men who killed my father. Filth of the streets... Evil and corruption spreading... creating more. I survived it somehow, not becoming something else. Perhaps it was because I was different than the others. Perhaps it was just me... perhaps someone else... like Toran.

Meeting Ardlak that day six years ago changed my life more than anything else had before. I thought it would be the end of me... losing my head for something I never did. Only because some guard wanted some more money. Same reason my father died: money. Ardlak understood me though, seeing the truth. Perhaps it was because he saw my eyes, perhaps because Toran wanted him to. If I had to say people made me what I am, Ardlak would be one of those people. He taught me so much. Answers to even older questions I had before this book. Who am I and what am I to do? He told me. A celestial ancestor explained some things but it doesn't make me who I am. I appreciate all the things he taught me though. About Toran, a new way of living and skills to help me live that new way. My world changed. More hope. Determination. Finally the will and power to change things to the better. Remembering all the good things me and Ardlak have done in the past few years, all the people we have helped, all the wrong we have corrected, it all makes me feel better about my life.

Perhaps the reason I'm here is a bit of both. It doesn't matter though. I'm here, that's what matters... everything else is just past. What I'm about to do matters. Seeking out the things in my dream. I'm sure Ardlak will agree with me and let me go. Helping in the battle against evil. Somehow I always, even in the streets, knew I'd do that. I knew it, not my blood. Why did I write this is what I wonder. I guess I needed some time to think about my life... now that I've found the answers along with new questions. This book was for these questions and it shall be forgotten. It is like my past, not important. I will always be who I am.

[NitaThompson]

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