His mother had been travelling through the Hollow, heavy with child, when her time came. She spoke few words, and was even more circumspect about the baby's father, but when he came out a fiery red-headed child, she gasped with astonishment and gave him the name "Uriel", which means Flame of the Gods. Yet the birth was difficult for her, and those words became her last, as the Gods called her back to their bosom, and the child was orphaned.
Uriel grew rapidly in strength and speed, but something of that difficult birth stayed with him, and his mental capacities never grew beyond that of a 12 year old. Still, he had a good sense for people and could easily make them laugh despite his limited intellect. The day it happened was like any other. A careless word spoken in haste by the town bully who fancied himself much cleverer than the stupid redhead...yet the redhead had good hearing, and suddenly the flaming of his hair became the flaming of a fist and the bully found himself a fetched up against a wall ten feet away, bruised and burned.
His life changed that day, as Uriel found a strict regimen of duties thrust upon him in service to the local church--that bully was the son of a prominent townsperson, so it was either the church or the jail. Uriel flourished under the scheduled discipline of the monastic life, adding control and skill to the raw strength his heritage granted him. Yet fate is often fickle, and so it was that plague came to Falcon's hollow, and the town priest Uriel had come to revere so could not stop the spread of disease. Desperate to help the priest, Uriel is ready to assist anyone who will aid in curing the disease--if they can put up with his strange combination of childlike mentality and warrior's physique.