I was born in a remote village, by a name of which I no longer remember. Neither do I remember my parents, assuming I had any. The only memories I still have from that time are the long nights full of faceless villagers wandering the streets.
As my youth withered away I travelled time and time again to new places, hoping to find peace. I have lost track of how many years have passed me by, but most likely I am older than most; not that it really matters anymore.
In one small town where I dwelled a bit too long, the villagers convinced me to accept a large estate and the Baron title that went with it. This noble life I suffered for a few years, coming to resent my people more and more, as I'm sure they resented me as well. Therefore one night, I abandoned it all, leaving my newfound wealth behind but carrying with me my title that will forever stain my name.
I went back to wandering the land for many decades more until one day I met those select five who would become my future apprentices and the carriers of my message.
As time passes, withers and dies, I will always be.