Four months ago I woke up in a panic, I did not know my name or any of my past history. Checking my pack, I see adventuring gear along with a spell and ritual book. Magic comes easily to me, as does making friends with the surrounding populace, despite my appearance. If anyone has known me before, they make no mention of it. I seem to have a great knowledge of arcane, religion and the history of this world, just no knowledge of my past deeds.
I seem to be at odds with myself, for I make friends readily, settle disputes with ease. Yet my magic focuses on fear, misdirection and destruction, and my appearance is that of a devil or demon. My clothing is fancy and expensive, kept spotless and free of dirt by the ritual I perform every morning as I wake up. I feel like I should be an adviser to a king, but in these past four months I have seen no signs of missing persons, or heard of no search parties.
The Fiveleague House is said to need work, perhaps I can use my talents there. I am patient, and have potent magics available at my disposal. I am Juan.... "The Nameless Juan"
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