I do like this concept. I like this concept a great deal. Which rebellion were you thinking of? The more recent, I imagine, but I'd love to be clear on this. Um, anyways, Akhetan is based in no small amount upon Mecca prior to the rise of Islam, so without a family/tribe, he'd be quite the outcast - as well as regularly being cheated by merchants, attacked by thieves, etc. People without families to back them up in Akhetan tend to get dumped in the river because it's just that sort of place nowadays. Why didn't he end up there? Where would he come from? Why would he have four arms? How did he earn his (theoretical) retainer's loyalty?
I'm thinking I may drop the retainer, and just take Flametongue as an extra language for now. He's just extremely starved for bonus points, and isn't exactly combat-tuned (Dex 1). I do have 2 bp left but I'm not sure if I want to put them into a retainer yet.
And the Daughter's Rebellion, yes.
His mother was Haslanti, but after his birth she was exiled, along with him. The rumored father protected her from immediate violence, but no one would speak with or host her. She made her way South, staying a few months in various places, at least until her son's nature came to light. Then it became very difficult to do any sort of trade, and so she moved on, frequently surviving on her own.
She never spoke of his father, and indeed for a long time he thought nothing of it. She only ever called him 'Son', and needing to isolate him left him with no small ignorance of social situations, including the very concept of names. He only knows his mother's name by happenstance, but if you asked it of him, he would be somewhat confused.
As he grew older, his mother went to greater lengths to isolate him - and it caused that much more ruckus when he was inevitably exposed. His chisel-perfect figure drew almost as much attention as his stature and limbs did. The obvious implications gave them a measure of protection from violence - at least from masses. Crazed lunatics would occasionally plot solitary ambushes, which he or his mother were capable of dealing with. Occasional would-be paramours came into his life, but these were associations born of pure lust; his personality being nowhere near as refined as his physique.
Rarely able to properly interact with people, he interacted with wood and stone instead. Sometimes metal. His mother had an easy time selling his sculptures, and the boy was able to make relatively quick shelters for the both of them.
Once they reached Harborhead, the mother and her Son had it a great deal easier. The near-open worship of the Unconquered Sun made it easier for him to move about peripherally, at least. Getting revealed attracted attention of other unhealthy sorts - and his mother's silence about his father became distressing.
Still in Harborhead, the mother and her Son met a dynast and his porter-servant at a crossroads. The Dynast looked with suspicion at the heavy cloak the Son - now a man of enormous proportions - was wearing, and as they crossed, tore it free.
The porter - who like most natives bore rather more reverence to the Unconquered Sun than the Immaculate Philosophy considers sound - spoke what were to be his final words. Referencing the being who he thought to be the boy's father.
The dynast slew the porter for his heresy, and turned on mother and Son. He made the mistake of swinging for the boy first - the woman interrupted him, managing a relatively serious wound. Enraged, the dynast revealed his anima, wreathing himself in flames and decapitating her immediately after.
And then the Son was Chosen.
Already wounded, the fire aspect did not last long against the full force of the Son's rage.
The porter and his mother, he buried at the crossroads. The dynast, he left for the vultures.
His mother, avenged and cared for, took her secret into Lethe.
The man knew he could not remain in Harborhead - though the people he met were practically reverent, he was not prepared for a life of that sort. And even less prepared for the consequences.
He sought, instead, a place where the mortals would be somewhat hostile to him. Where he would be forced to earn their trust over their fear, their respect over their hatred.Where does your character come from?
While technically from the Haslanti, he spent most of his youth crossing the River Province.What direction do they originate in, and how does that shape who they are today?
His itinerancy has exposed him to a great variety of cultures, but his status as a perpetual outcast left him with rather little depth of understanding in any of them. The one place where he was truly 'welcome' was deathly dangerous.What was your character's family like?
He knows of only his mother, and that he has no siblings. She would never speak of his father, even if asked, always finding clever means by which to dodge the question - or simply refusing to.
He may have left a few sons of his own behind from various one-night stands, but if so he's not aware of any of them.Do they have good relationships with any of them? Are any of them even remotely in the local area, or are they all fairly distant?
She was the only person he knew he could trust. Everyone else he met would either leave or turn on him.How does your character feel about the Realm? Their presence in the Threshold?
He is trying not to let his mother's death crystallize into hatred for a people - however oppressive. He focuses his ire instead on the Immaculate Philosophy itself.How does your character regard the gods?
Rather little, in terms of attention paid. He holds some natural reverence for the Unconquered Sun, and since being Chosen has taken to referring to him as Father out of habit.Has your character had any lovers or friends that they have lost?
His love life was a revolving door of women who were infatuated at first sight with an eight-foot-plus giant. This rarely lasted beyond a single night of copulation. There may be a few women who actually were in love, but he was too emotionally distant to properly react to such attentions, and would eventually be forced to move on before he could properly develop such skills.Why didn't he end up in the river?
Probably because most mortals that would actively attack him are a bit wrong in the head, acting on their own or in small groups. While he's far from a combat monster (Dex 1), he's still supremely skilled with his hammers.Why would he have four arms?
Purely out of character, I see it as the sort of thing that gets echoed about the character - him being the Son of the Sun. The Unconquered Sun would never confirm it, however, and if it were true, expects his Son to be able to achieve great things in his own right, without the affirmation that such a confirmation would bring. Since he doesn't know, he's not going to claim it, either. Habits like answering to 'Son' won't help, though.