He travels between the worlds of the living and the dead in search of answers. Once fully human now partly spirit he enters where no other dares to look where those few before him have gone. His soul heavy and empty he prepares the way to what he hopes is his self discovery, his salvation.
His life has been a journey of hardship and discovery preparing him for this moment. Always considered different by his people. His senses are sharp and his perceptions clear. He sees through people to their hearts and intensions and is keenly aware of all that transpires around him.
As a child this set him apart, this made him “other”. Loved and feared by his people he was not an outsider but not wholly one of their own either. A creature unto himself his abilities to discern the truth of a situation as well as the understanding of the lower beasts grew with him. It was at this time in his life that the spirits started speaking to him. Whispers at first, faint sounds on the wind. He would stop and listen, straining his hearing hoping to catch a word a meaning.
Young and lonely and beset by the confusion of his condition he began to look for answers. Slowly the whispers began to form meaning and direction, and were applied to his mind and body. His body grew in strength, honed in silent footsteps, he became cunning and cautious. He discovered the arcane arts through the magic of the twilight forest aided by the spirits of the animals. His senses opened he became aware of all the worlds around him.
So the boy grew into a man of cleverness and magic and his people learned not to fear him. Rather a trust in his knowledge grew within the community and though still apart from them he was given a place of honor and named Menarash, he who is one with the spirits. And a Shaman was born.