Sytamni

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== Backstory ==
While escaping from a rockfall that destroyed his underground hometown, near the he found a secret passage near the surface which led him to a sword embed into the ground, however, it was different compared to the ones he always used to see; embraced by the curiosity of this new strangeness, he succeeds pulling it out off the ground. Right as the second he pulled the sword out, it brightened with holy light, and a white mask appeared on his face. He started panicking and could barely breathe, but as seconds passed, the mask fixed itself to its wearers preference. About the sword, it had a weird aura, but at the same time a fascinating one. It was much heavier than the normal swords but more shiny and sharper, like as if it had a soul of its own? After that unexpected encounter, he wanders alone around the state, without a true purpose. He keeps asking himself if he will leave that mask-prison, and feel the sunlight on his eyes ever again.
== Goals/Ambitions ==
* Find the true purpose of his sword, so he can break his curse and finally rest.
* In the meanwhile, maybe trying to find a clan/group to fit in.