Clumen Bormel

Origin: Clumen was born into a noble family. He knows that he has brothers and sisters but since they married at an early age and moved away from home. He does not remember what they looked like. His mother, the most esteemed and first of her name Celestine Bormel had owned a very appropriate inheritance from her mother Cecil Bormel who was known for selling 'medicinal goods' and philanthropy where she contributed a quarter of her yearly earnings to various charities such as the Mud Road Hospital, The Algernon Theatre for the Severely Unemployed, and the Smoke House, a refined parlour where various guild heads drank whisky and cigars to discuss how best to handle guild affairs. Clumen's father however...who will simply be known as Bernard, was a drunk, a philanderer, gambler, and an improper spokesman. There was one formal event where he digressed the explicit details of Sir Wigfell's time in Silva'Natu. Details which I would rather not press into. Bernard would often spend money on whatever exploits dashed across his mind leaving what little Celestine Bormel had for money was drained dry. This would go on for years until Bernard disappeared one night and the Collectors came to collect the manor.

Celestine was forced to peddle drugs in the slums day in and out, leaving Clumen to fend for himself. Clumen would find himself stealing food when he was nine. At 11, he would be a messenger for the local gangs, where he learned to run faster. At fourteen, Clumen was boxing for 25 notes a fight. When he was seventeen, he took part in a smuggling operation gone wrong. His friends were ripped apart by a rat man dwelling in the sewers, he still doesn't know if he actually killed that demon.

A week passed, and he was on his twentieth bottle of wine. Clumen asked how anybody could live like this. Fighting day and night, only to eat some stale bread and piss poor wine. In some weird twist of pleasant fate, a poster flew into his face and latched onto him. Clumen grabbed the irritating paper and noticed that it was a poster for a circus happening today. "The Festival of the White Night" it was called. Curious, Clumen went to the circus, thinking it would be a good distraction. It was his inspiration. When he arrived, a pleasant light shone through out the camp. Exotic animals with blazing colours bedazzled Clumen's eyes, music and laughter filled his ears with cheer, he smelled old and new smells. He reminisced about the chicken laden with spices that he would find sitting at his place back home. Nostalgia bit hard like a snake and he was ready to collapse. Only the firm hand of someone behind him kept Clumen standing. Clumen turned around and found a figure standing over him. The figure wore a suit with a red base and black flowers along with a bowler hat. Clumen could not see the face, it was behind a mask made of ebony and ivory. The mask was a dualistic face of sadness and joy. "Your time to exeunt is not over Clumen. They see a bright future for you. But you have to fight still. It wouldn't be a good show otherwise." Clumen stared back.

"Who are you?"

"Who I am doesn't matter, what matters is that I am an emissary for the Lady of Fate and the Lord of Time. I bring messages of pain and joy. Find Compass Rose and you will find the truest sense of living."

"What does that mean?"

And with that, the figure blended into the crowd, leaving only behind a bowler hat. Clumen picked up the hat. Curious, he travelled to Compass Rose to satiate his curiosity, never knowing the adventures he would have.