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- Soren Temple + (The way Soren tells it, he's from a little … The way Soren tells it, he's from a little island out in Lycene that never really amounted to much beyond the fact that it makes a mean tuna steak, before he spent the majority of his teen years in Setarco. Whatever he did there, it sounds like he was the type of man who spent his time breaking kneecaps or putting them back together, depending on who paid him more. He says he learned the trade from an old healer in the poorer parts of Setarco, at first working as hired muscle for the man's clinic before learning the trade for himself. And then to realize he could make more income by healing people rather than breaking bones. Doesn't mean he didn't do both when occasion called for it. When the healer passed on, there was little reason for Soren to stick around Setarco, only to take a look at the internal warring that Lycene states were notorious for, and deciding that a good way to survive was hire himself out as a medic-for-hire. Which is more or less what he's been doing since that point. Whoever was fighting who never really bothered him, and the reasons he never cared to remember. There were people hurt and he had the ability to help them. Granted, that help sometimes came in the form of a death for the ones beyond his or anyone's help. Death shouldn't be something that lingers for hours, possibly days, especially when a patient is unable to be saved. Working from house to house, from mercenary company to mercenary company, Soren bounced around Arvum for years. For over a decade he got to be first-hand witness to the kind of cruelty and depravity that humans were capable of, eventually to the point where things stopped surprising him. He'd stay with a house or band for a time, until he eventually moved on for one reason or another, never really giving a reason why, only stating that his time there was finished. But he always had work, there was never a short supply of it. Inner house conflicts, shav attacks, mercenary contracts, didn't matter. So long as people wanted to kill each other, he'd have an income, which meant he'd never be broke. Which worked for him. Eventually, a few years ago, he had found himself in Arx. He was between jobs when he came across Violet Marjawn, a woman with a spear wound, was a Lieutenant with the Crimson Blades at the time. In an act of charity, he patched her up free-of-charge, after which he was offered a job with the mercenary company as a medic. He agreed. He hadn't worked often in Arx anyways, and better that than passing through to the next battlefield without pay.rough to the next battlefield without pay.)
