Goramar practically grew up on the streets, that is after he finally decided to leave his home. His mother Amyra constantly made sure Goramar was aware that society saw him with nothing more than disgust. For Goramar’s 5th birthday, she even went as far as to gift him a wooden mask that she would make him wear out in public. The mask was nothing special but she said it would help from people gawking at her because of the hideous child following her. Self-esteem is everything for a child, and Amyra did everything to constantly destroy what little Goramar had.
What Goramar did discover in all his time hidden behind the mask was his disdain for his own family. At the age of thirteen, the half-orc ran away from home and as imagined, his mother never bothered to look for him. Instead of discarding the mask along the way, Goramar keeps it by his side as a reminder of his past. It wasn’t long after leaving home that Goramar killed his first person, learning quickly not only the way of life on the streets, but that he had an uncanny knack for slaying people. Overtime, he continued to hone these skills: he got better at hiding in the shadows, learning how to use the buildings and alleyways to his advantage as getaway paths, and even the best ways to kill a person quickly and quietly. Despite his mother’s disdain for him, Goramar has been slowly building himself up, hoping to either one day impress her or take her life…whichever seems more fitting upon their next encounter.
The biggest problem facing Goramar now is he’s awoken in a dark room, with no recollection of the events that brought him here. One desire continues to push him forward, either acceptance of his accomplishments by his mother, or her death by his hands.
