Flesh Mender (Set)

''I’m a special kind, Lesia tells me. That’s why my “father” tried to kill me. I am nothing. Nobody. Even the half breeds have a name, I’m just a more literal “mixed race person”. ''

''A monster made of patched together flesh from battleground corpses. Not Eldrow, Human or Elf. One of my eyes may even be Meri, I’m not entirely sure, but it’s extremely blue so it’s a definite possibility. ''

''Most of the scholars who know anything about necromancy and are willing to talk to me call me a “High-Functioning Composite Humanoid” which not only makes me feel even more alien, but also like a bit of a statistic. A low percentage of undead with the mental capacity remaining to form complex thoughts and make decisions. ''

''Lesia also told me of a place I could go to, and likely somewhere she’d follow to soon. A city away from where I was created and away from ex-relatives but still somewhere cold because I don’t need to make it any harder to stay presentable. Not that I can tell where it’s cold and hot very well anymore.''