About Paz Blake
Alignment:
Blake is Neutral Good. His oaths to defend the people from external threats (while keeping them in the dark), are offset by a firm belief in freedom. While his Order normally focuses their attention on Aberrations and those things which lie 'between', Blake has moved his attention to those things from off-world as well... at least those things that cannot be used to help defend humanity.
Appearance:
Blake looks like a Kellid man, tall and lean, with close-cropped black hair. His skin is unnaturally unweathered, given his apparent age. His irises carry a metallic golden glow. The circuitry that etches from his left cheek, down his neck, to his back and then down his left arm glow with a dull amber light within his tanned skin.
His body is lithe, but strong, often hidden by an adventurer's outfit - mostly browns with dull golds, possibly of brass as the accents. Silver links of thin chain bind together into a shirt of steel that covers the majority of his frame while still allowing plenty of flexibility.
His right hand bears a ring of golden circuit-sigils that feed into his palm from opposite directions of his wrist, which usually hangs at his side, near a katana that was with him when he awoke for the first time. Silver steel is etched with gold lines akin to the circuitry of his own arm running along the unsharpened rear edge, two-thirds of the way up the blade.
His legs are adorned with more of the ordinary-looking brown leather, along with thick leather boots that help to protect him from the more harsh elements of the area. A pack rests firmly in place, held by secure buckles and weighted towards the front. On his left hangs a canteen, with three arrows slid into slots along the side. From his right dangles his dark, lacquered longbow.
Background:
Blake, in his previous life, was a Vudrani of the Padaprajna caste. At a young age, he was selected to operate within an order that sought out and contained occult threats, shutting down cults, and locking away objects and artifacts that could draw the world over the brink.
His youth was not easy, training to have the mental fortitude and reflexes necessary to withstand the insanity and darkness that he faced took him into young adulthood... but when his training was complete, he was sent out into the world as an apprentice. Mostly, he watched, learned, and backed up his superior, rather than being involved directly. In truth, the order was still testing and gauging him. Once they had determined that the promise of power held no sway over him, he was released into the world to seek out the terrors that hid away in the dark.
His travels lead him north from Vudra, far and away from home, to one of the darker, colder corners of the world. The windswept plains of Numeria was surrounded on all sides by the unseen and supernatural... as well as its own hidden secrets that the world - up until now - has only barely scraped the surface of. Numeria seemed the perfect place to begin his personal quest. And Numeria was where he died.
When he awoke, his memories were a jumble. Unbeknownst to him, something had gone wrong. The circumstances of his death had left very clear emotional memories embedded in his soul, which merged with the 'dreams' left behind by his body's previous occupant. The normally empty shell of an android body still had fragments of mind and emotion, leaving Blake neither a newly-born android, nor a whole person.
He could remember a life in the east, having to cross through the arctic, and taking up training in the way of the sword, learning to combat the supernatural in places that... didn't match somehow. Learning to fight magic... while learning to use magic. A face and a location. Pain. He could remember pain as well. And darkness.
He moved throughout Numeria, luckily avoiding the Technic League (of whom he has very little knowledge), searching for the place in his memories, and the face. It wasn't long before he arrived in Torch... the place of his memories, where he met the face that was etched into his mind, the woman who knew more about him than he did.
While Blake recovered his memories with her help, things stayed jumbled. He was able to learn to harness the magic of a past life through the girl before him who was capable in her own right. He also learned that he had an unnatural talent in smithing, as well - whether the nanites in his system, the latent magics, or the dream-memories of the previous occupant of his body, Blake could only begin to guess.
