The explosion interrupted some sort of protective spell. Even though I was hundreds of metres away, almost all my flesh was seared. It took me weeks to die. There was constant pain, both in my flesh and my heart. Vahzilok operatives must have been impressed at my endurance. Their plan was to change me into an Eidelon.
The spirits of Collen and Markus had different plans for me. Their powers had somehow embalmed my soul, entwining our fates. They resurrected me when no Vahlizoks were about, and I escaped. They have told me to do good, and that they forgive me. Perhaps. I hope so. Yet how do I forgive myself?
Commentary
Meet my very second character. While Ochre Rook's bio was short and to the point, Dark Eire had a lot more to say, and with a pretty-darn-good backstory, if I do say so myself.
His costume (below; above he is in his super group duds) was inspired by the story. Someone who had been burned as badly as he had, and died, would likely keep himself fully covered, with clothing specifically made not to aggravate his damaged flesh.
D.E. at the bar. Again.
Because of his longevity and regular play, he eventually became the leader of the Titanium Debtinators and their associated groups. My "secret" to keeping an SG active was to avoid drama, play regularly with members, coalition friends, and others who want to team, and have fun.