"almost, got it..."
These words, plus the image of a beautiful bracelet with a large green emerald embedded in the foresection of it, have been etched indelibly on his mind (or whats left of it anyway). Other images have not been so pleasant, like long nights bunked up with other displaced children like himself. Eating foul tasting gruel, and cold bread for dinner at night. He thinks he was either in an orphanage or perhaps a jail for juveniles. He cannot remeber who his parents were, or even if they are still alive (or undeath) now. The only link he has to then now is his name. Man his name sucks, maybe he can change it now!
His parents would know what he is, who he is, and where he came from, but where were his parents now? Wandering the blasted ruins has been no help, but maybe this fire up ahead has answers...