Mon Sterr (Sterling)

"... I'm not the only one who coulda sworn that guy didn't have any eyes, right? Right?"

Backstory
Mon Sterr, personally preferring the name Sterling, is one of mystery and intrigue, including their own personal intrigue and that of the individuals they interact with. They awoke in a dark room with no light... or anyone, for that matter. Bricks and torches long extinguished lined the walls, and unfamiliar thoughts and instincts filled their hollow head. They quickly rushed to find an exit, and were met with a barren landscape surrounding a large building, and a true good look at their own body; they wore a visibly torn and tattered set of what seemed to be formerly fine clothes, yet with clear signs of age, and while they had the instinct to breathe... they couldn't. And yet... they felt no discomfort from it.

Only from the odd instincts they seemed to have. Confused and trying to understand what had happened, they wandered off to begin their bizarre life. After a while, they began to build a few interests of their own and slowly begin to understand and get used to a few of the things they awoke to. The words they knew and slowly pieced together into the respective languages, and an innate spellcasting ability... the latter being the one that confused them the most. How they acquired it, they did not know, but one thing they did know is that it was likely what was keeping them alive.

Using this knowledge, he delved into the collection of knowledge of connecting with spirits from other planes of existence, more specifically ethereal, and began the route of a storyteller... these ethereal and supernatural tales perfectly complimented his OWN supernatural and possibly ethereal tale... he had to tell their story, as his own slowly developed.

Now, on the hunt for answers, he arrived in the area discreetly in the back of a carriage as to get away from a location that knew of his undead nature, and blend into the populus's exotic crowds... as one thing was for sure. He wouldn't let the general populus's feelings of undead get in the way of his search for clarity.

Quotes

 * "... I'm not the only one who coulda sworn that guy didn't have any eyes, right? Right?" - Bartender to fellow patrons upon Sterling's first departure 3 years prior to present day.

Rumors

 * "... that guy's totally making all that-... ghost story shit up, right?"
 * "It's just a persona, right? Guy doesn't actually talk to 'em."
 * "I swear to Pelor- I-... I saw him with his shoes off and it was like I was staring at pure bone, man-"

Player
FancyBones