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Time to be a little less original. These may seem familiar if you've ever played a certain game about defending ancients...

322: Rogue Knight

There are many half-breeds in this world. Some accept them for what they are, shelter them, treat them as any other person would. The Vigil certainly did not. Your father was a Knight of the Vigil, executed for his illicit affair with a member of another race, of which you were the result. Swearing against all codes, all laws, all social orders, you learned that you could only rely upon yourself in this world. You offered yourself to the Vigil, your nature disguised, never revealing who you truly were but instead studying their ways and learning their secrets. Then, on the day of your final ascension, you struck, burning their holy books, destroying their relics, slaying their leaders. You finally got your revenge, and now you stride the world, forever solitary, still a knight... but a Rogue Knight.

323: One Man Army

You were nothing more than a grunt once, a long time ago. A mere peon in the barbaric army you had sworn your life to. But you were ambitious. You set your sights on the rank of General and there was no force in the world that could stop you - not even your own side. You slaughtered your way through years or decades of campaigns, skirmishes, wars, the body count on both sides growing ever higher, your blade cleaving flesh both hostile and friendly. You never hesitated to decapitate anyone who got in your way, whether 'twas the enemy or your own superiors. Eventually, the day of your ultimate victory was at hand, and you declared yourself General-Supreme. Of course, the troops you command now number precisely zero. But that matters not a whit to you. You know that a one-man army is by far the best.

324: Bloodhound

Blood. You need it, want it, crave it. Not for your own purposes, of course. You're just as mortal as anyone else. But your gods are not quite so ordinary. They need the constant sustenance of the life-force, and you were chosen to be their hunter. You seek out scenes of carnage, battlefields, dens of monsters, sieges, anywhere you can sate the demands of your masters. With each strike, you channel the blood through your sacred markings directly to where it's needed. When you're on the hunt, injuries become fatalities. 

326: The true journeyman

You have learned a traditional craft (like carpenter or some kind of smith) where journeymen are still required to travel around and take on odd jobs. When no other jobs presented itself, you fell in with a group of adventures. You still see yourself more as a craftsmen than as an adventurer and you tell yourself, that you can always go back to your craft, if you don’t like adventuring….