It had been years since he got here. Starting life out as a dirty thief, a haphazard killer, a dirty low down street-rat in the dregs of Adela. He had a name once, a nationality, a family of dirty theives, stealing, killing. Now, after many years of being little more than dirty thief and a wanted murderer, he was a Priest of Sanctuary, the place of peace and healing, spiritual and physical. Nothing didn't have any magical healing powers, and a wound when he was younger had left him mostly mute with a very obvious scar across his neck.
The scar was the birth of his new self, the selfless self, the one that provided strength and knowledge. It had been six years since Nothing, then known as Kouhuen, had arrived here, wounded, weak, lifeless, a priest had taken him in and shown him the wrong of his ways, and in an effort to make himself a spiritual tool, he'd given up his name and way of life.
Of course, living at Sanctuary as a priest, even if in the very back of his mind Nothing thought celibacy sucked worse than not having a voice. Though he kept that at the very back of his mind, knowing that craving company was forbidden. Well, company of the kind he was thinking of, silently Nothing gave a stretch, his back giving light pops from his night of meditation. Two nights a month he'd stay in the shrine and pray the gods for forgiveness for his horrible life.
He hated doing it, it made his joints ache and his knees hurt.
Being here for many years, he was allowed to do the one thing he'd never been able to do as a dirty street rat. Grow out his hair. Adelan by birth, Nothing (Who shall now be known as Thii) had dark skin and even darker hair with bright light eyes, his own a blue, standing at 6'2", Thii was nothing like a priest, attractive, broad of shoulder.
Thii was a warrior.
Or he would have been.
Pressing his hands into the others sleeves, his robes a cream and gold colour. It was early morning, he'd heard of another set of travelers coming, the royal emblem on their saddles, though it was none of his business unless the information was passed directly to him. He'd go for a walk for now, his steps silent as he walked through the many gardens and stopping at a small foot bridge to look at the water.
Clean, fresh.
Just like the beginnings one could make here. His head down and his hands held together in front of him, Thii looked like a living statue, his long dark hair picking up and shining bronze in the wind. Today would be an odd day with an even odder outcome. He felt it in his bones.
The fact that he was psychic helped.