Gefra was a mysterious entity who wanders the land of Valoran itself. he may be mistaken for a ghost or a resident of the Shadow Isles but Gefra himself denies these rumors. He may a possessed ill-shaking aura of a spectre and the appearance of a deadly ghost but he will assure you that he is alive. He covers himself with a cowl and a large-brimmed hat that almost covers his face. Despite the awful gossips, he is actually quite friendly to all of people and entities he encounters, even enemies. Living periodically, he had witnessed numerous battles and wars, the fall and rise of kingdoms. His own name himself he did not remember anymore but he called himself Gefra because that's his first word he heard after his revival.
With a ragged voice, he will always ask you something...
"Can you kill me?"
Gefra was a human with a different name before long ago, in fact, a noble warrior who fought numerous battles, killed many dreaded creatures and vanquish those with powers. He was kind to townsfolk, humble people and creatures alike. He was given the highest privilege by the ancient kingdom he long forgot.
On that night, while preparing for a war, this noble warrior met an elderly lady, she was shaking with cold in the middle of the road walking aimlessly. With a pity, He approaches the old hag. She greeted him with warm words and then he quickly accompanied the old lady to the nearest tavern and he gave her a few pieces of gold.
The old lady refused it which made the warrior confused for a while. Instead, the elder gave him a piece of crumpled map. The warrior read the contents and found it fascinated but he tried to gave it back to the old hag but she was magically nowhere to be found. Either way, he resumed his journey.
It was morning and he was on his way to the camp, he analyzed the content of the map again and eventually it made him stop. He was amazed it was a map leading to a wonderful and mystical treasure. He thought that if he could acquire this treasure, he can help many people and more, so he stray away from the path and went to the other way.
The path lead to a dangerous jungle, rumored to be filled with deadly creatures and raw magic that no brave souls dared to enter. With his experience in fighting monsters, he tried his own luck and bravely entered the jungle. He encountered many beasts which he either killed or avoid, noxious vegetation and toxic air he desperately survived. After many months, he survived the ordeal with not-so-disastrous results.
With broken armor and drastic wounds, he did not gave up the journey, believing it was the only the way to get out.
At last, he was in front of a huge cave depicted in the map that was shown to filled with the said treasure. He quickly entered the cave without hesitation. He lit a torch to help him see what is inside and was horrified to face a hideous monster. Grabbing his rusty weapon, he fought the monster and cut of his head, ending the monster's life. The conflict also brought a grievous result: he lost an arm. With fading strength, he quickly bandaged his dismembered shoulder and took a wobbly steps before the treasure that awaits him.
The mysterious treasure in front of him was a mystical weapon implanted on a stone hinting it with its numinous brilliance. He gritted his teeth in frustration upon learning the truth but proceeded anyway.
With his sputtering blood, he accidentally stained the mystical weapon as he tried to removed it from the stone using his remaining hand. With his last remaining strength, he succeeded pulling it away from the stone before his befalling death. He landed on his back badly with the mystical weapon he grasped unconsciously.
He grinned not because he realized his own death but the peace that awaits him. The whole world around him seemed to slowly fading into nothing.
He heard an unfamiliar name.
This time he woke up and raised himself from his slumber, it seems his sense of time has been lost as he became aware that the cave he was inside seemed to shifted already. He was filled with shock when he was still grasping the shaft of the mystical weapon although partially covered with dirt. He was also queered to found out that his arm came back albeit with grotesque feature he had seen worst. His own armor was shattered beyond recognition.
He heard the name again and behold, a nameless spirit appeared before him. it made him feel marveled and alert at the same time, pointing the weapon before it. The nameless spirit only grinned wickedly.
"Congratulations, oh noble warrior... the fortune you had acquired is great and powerful but with a disastrous consequences..."
"What consequences...?" He spoke with his dry throat.
" Deemed to be cursed, you'll live this world for centuries and beyond, ageless, but the world will mark you not a as man but as a treacherous entity." The spirit proceeded to chuckle indefinitely.
Angered by those word, he tried to stab the spirit with the weapon and blasted a large part of the cave fell down and revealed an unfamiliar hole outside. The spirit disappeared but again the nameless spirit materialized at the distance.
" How dare you disturbed my everlasting peace!"
"Fear not. Oh warrior, Never did I say forever, you'll be overcome by a chosen individual, one day... and receive you glorious peace."
The man shrugged his shoulders in desperation, even though the weapon granted him an everlasting life, he believe he is undeserving candidate, perhaps an unlucky one. He wished that he should stay dead and not like this.
"... Even with mortal wounds and fleeting breath, Death will not come, remember that, oh noble warrior."
The nameless spirit said before completely disappearing into oblivion and leaving him alone.
Faced with eternal dilemma he exited the cave not as a man but a cursed entity.