Here is my guy.

[hider=Fyodor Strelnikov]
[b]Name:[/b] Fyodor Strelnikov
[b]Race:[/b] Custom Lineage
[b]Class:[/b] Fighter
[b]Alignment:[/b] True Neutral

[b]Personality Traits:[/b]
• I'm easily startled, but I'm not a coward.
• I don’t talk about my torments. I’d rather just forget them entirely.
[b]Ideal:[/b]
• Peace At Last. Now that I am free, I just want to live a quiet life.
[b]Bonds:[/b]
• Leo Dilisnya... The name is familiar to me. But I don't know why.
• I owe my life to the people of a town I no longer remember. I will reclaim those memories and see the debt repaid.
[b]Flaws:[/b]
• I am afraid of mist and avoid it at all costs.
• I am a purveyor of doom and gloom.

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[b]Personality:[/b] Jaded, haunted, pessimistic, and terrified of mist. But also loyal, honest, brave, and able to endure great hardship without complaint. He is determined to remember the people who saved his life, repay them for their kindness, and then live out the rest of his days in peaceful normalcy. While he does his best to be sociable when approached, it quickly becomes clear that he isn't very good at it. He prefers the company of himself and when not working, he tends to sit still and mutter quietly to himself. From listening in on what few snippets of muttering are spoken loud enough to be heard, curious eavesdroppers have also deduced that he is fixated on the name 'Leo Dilisnya' for reasons not even he can discern.

[b]History:[/b] Recent events have left Fyodor Strelnikov's mind with very little in the way of memories, but there are still a few odds and ends he can recall. Three years ago, Fyodor stumbled into a town he can no longer recall the name of as a heavy mist passed through. Badly wounded and barely clinging to life, the townsfolk who found him thought his eventual recovery a miracle. Once his neck injuries had healed enough to let him speak speak, Fyodor vaguely recalls mentioning being used to lands of never ending darkness. Upon making a full recovery, Fyodor felt compelled to repay the town that saved his life. And so he took on any request made of him by the townsfolk to the best of his ability. More recently, that included offering his services as a guide to a party of adventurers who were passing though the area and helping out with the town's problems. The drow ambushing their camp had been an unexpected complication. The intervention of shadowy figures with flaming swords and waking up back in an unfamiliar place with a great many gaps in his memory and strange markings on his arm...? Fyodor was not sure what to call that, but he knew for certain that it boded ill for his aspirations of a peaceful life.
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I will PM his secrets over if he is approved.