My Background

Who am I? Great question...which I would love to answer if I could. I don't even know myself. The most that I know about who I am is that I woke up in a laboratory, which seemed to be abandoned. The only things around were complex drawings that I didn't understand. I had no memory of how I got there or who I was before. Sometimes I hear a voice reminding me to 'do good in all things, even if the laws or the people you are with do not agree with you; good is good, and nothing can change that.' I can't quite place who used to tell me that, but it must have been someone important. If only I could remember. That was three years ago, and not much has changed about my situation.
 
In the last three years, I've been exploring, trying to find out more about my past. I've been traveling to cities trying to find other people who are like me. I've been scavenging in libraries for any information that might tell me who I was before or how I ended up like this. While I travel, I've been trying to understand the world around me better. The people around me are all so beautiful and strange. No one else seems to start their day by sitting in silence in the light of the sun, with the earth underneath me. Every else seems to get up and immediately start going, which I can't understand. Everyone is always very focused on what they need to eat as well, but I don't feel the urge to do so. I've eaten a few times, but it doesn't seem worth the money to me. I've also noticed strange things that other people do when resting. Many of them make strange noises out of their mouths, like a growling or grinding sound. Some of them talk, but none of them seem to remember what they did while they were resting. I've also noticed that many move around - toss and turn, kick, sometimes even walk - while resting but still get up refreshed in the morning. When I mention that I noticed these things while I was lying down, they are often suspicious of me. When I want to show affection or gratitude for others, I take their hand and put it against my face, showing that I trust them enough to let me hurt me if they wished. When I am angry at someone, I thrash my tail around. People always think I'm strange.
 
As I've traveled, I've met many interesting people. While I know that being on land presents more opportunities for seeing cities and searching through libraries, I enjoy going on voyages when I scrap together enough money for one (or can sneak onto a boat without the captain noticing). People are much more willing to talk when they are stuck out on the open sea with nothing else left to do. That is where I met my friend, Nysia. We got to talking on a long voyage we were making and realized that we had a lot in common. She was fleeing from her people and was missing a chunk of time before she met with them. She comes from a far away land and finds a lot of the customs of the people around us interesting as well. When we are together, many people stop and stare. She has helped me learn a little bit more about myself and has answered some questions for me, like why people eat, sleep, and breath. She says that other people must, but I don't know if that's just tradition or necessary for their survival. I'm assuming that since I've survived this long without them, they do it merely as tradition.
 
Because I seem so strange to all those around me, I've learned to both hide and flaunt my differences. Because so many people want a name to refer to each other with, I had to come up with something to call myself. I chose Weiary because I always heard the term "weary traveler" and thought it would fit well as I travel so often. I have also learned to eat when offered food by very important people, and to close my eyes when I rest in the view of other people so as not to alarm them. Most of the time, I am out on the streets, looking for people who will talk to me. That is how I found a few people who looked like me, Tieflings they are called, but they don't seem to have the same traditions as I do. Our likeness simply resides in appearance, not in behavior. I have met many interested scholars and even a few lords who think of themselves as particularly knowledgeable, when someone close to them mentions a strange girl they talked to in a shop. They like to hear my interpretation of how they live, an outsiders humble, always praising, (I have learned to never say anything they view as insulting so that I can get the most out of meeting with them) thoughts on their lifestyle. I have used this to get me into some libraries and to meet some scholars who have helped me learn more about what I remember. Doing this, I've learned that the intricate drawings I saw were probably organs with some sort of mechanisms inside of them. I still don't know what they were for. I've also learned that I must have a past that I am missing, as most are born as a small child and retain memories from their lives as they grew older. I, on the other hand, only have memories from when I was fully grown beginning three years ago. One scholar even told me that I might be, what's the word, "undead," as in I died but am alive again. I think he was a bit' eccentric,' (probably on some strange herbs) because a dead person could not write a journal, as I am so clearly doing now.
 
About a month after I woke up, when I was still wandering around the countryside trying to figure out who I was and where I was, I stumbled into a forest. There was a frog there, who saw me and had pity on me and taught me how to fight. My rituals must have seemed similar to theirs, or maybe it was my resilience that made them choose me, but nevertheless, I was able to train underneath them. Now, even when I don't have money for exquisite armor or fine weaponry, I can still hold my own in a fight. I've even found myself in a few cage matches when I was trying to find money to travel on a ship. That is where I came up with my last name, Brustella. The frog I met was from the Brustalletz tribe, and now that I don't have any memory of who I was before, they have become my people. When I travel 'home,' I travel to them.
 
Nevertheless, there is something different about me, and I am missing quite a large portion of my life. All I have to show is a map of where I've traveled to and where I woke up. From here, I plan to continue traveling, continue meeting important, knowledgable people, and find out (1) who I am, (2) why I'm so different from everyone around me, and (3) who's voice continues to remind me to do good.