Paldris didn’t always use to be a broody anti-social cult following bush protoss, he was honestly a very thoughtful, scholarly sort growing up. His friends knew him as the sort that acted more adult for his age and would give advice and try to always help them out.

However he always felt he had a greater calling and something bigger to achieve. After a dream, he saw it as a vision, to run away from home and join a cult within the Nerazim culture, the cult of the Wanderer, where he grew up in, honing his every muscle as a weapon, becoming one with his environment, forced to survive with nothing but his wits to earn his title through various trials. The armor and the like he wears designates him as a master within the cult, although he has yet to retire and done the robes of a master-teacher.

Now he is intimidating and as hard as the mountains he used to have to scale for training with nothing but a knife. However he tends to feel very out of place in civilization and prefers the company of wild animals and wild lands. Thus he is socially inept when not around his fellow cultists and tends to be distant, a fact his family has felt and mourn, feeling that they are losing him more and more to his religious ideologies. He finds it difficult to relate and make friends with people, especially those that try to pressure him too much to do things or drag him into situations he would care to avoid. Got to take your time with Paldris to get him to come out of his shell.

The withdrawn nerazim shifted some, perfectly balanced on the balls of his feet, crouched on the stone wall of one of the old Judicator garden walls that overlooked the street. The manor was empty as were many buildings in the city as it was slowly recovered, but that emptiness gave him some peace of mind to think and allow the coldness of the void to completely envelop his senses as he mused on the state of things.

His presence here was short at least. Just to keep an eye on things and comb the wilderness of Aiur for pockets of zerg infestation that might have spread out further. That task he was looking forward to. What he was not looking forward to was the fact the Matriarch had deemed it necessary to assign someone else to hunt with him, disregarding the fact that his people, those who followed the path of the wanderer, could be thrown onto any planet and survive, that their survival skills and prowess were something of legend.

Paldris wondered if there was doubt and this was some sort of test or the like.Whatever the case he put up no protest and said no word. If they couldn’t keep up let them fall behind. He would not play babysitter. The void enveloped him fully, allowing him to spread his senses out like a web to feel out and note every little thing that moved around him, immersing himself totally in the environment. Every breath was slow as if in time with the wind, every thrum of insects was noted and pinpointed. It would be better when he could get out into the wild lands again and put the comforts of this suffocating civilized comforts behind.