I played a krathi in the Hasan rogue-magicker group. His name was Enthir.
I'm assuming the rest of the Hasan group was up to all sorts of high-magick, high-intrigue nonsese.
Enthir, right out of character-gen, ran off to live in the desert. Was found by Hasan within an hour, pissed himself, and was brought into his group. Without spoiling anything, Enthir was able to see a lot of shit people otherwise couldn't. I thought I was in for some crazy shit.
Enthir led a peaceful life. He sat at camp playing with the fire. He would go hunting within a few leagues of camp, bring back meat, cook it, and eat it. Sometimes he would go foraging for things to craft with with. He would sit around the fire, grumble, poke it, and barely talk to anyone who sat with him. He had a nice tent, with a place to sleep, and lots of little trinkets he had collected. His life was absurdly mundane for his situation. Hasan was even, dare I say, nice to him. He essentially acted like a grumpy asshole of few words, but in reality, he was just a dude who didn't have to worry about anything. In his entire life, the only times he was more than ~10 rooms from camp was (1) Before he got there, (2) during one really brief outing, and (3) after Hasan kicked him out. At the end, he had 8 days, 18 hours played doing this. This was over the course of 9 months.
One day, Enthir went and got himself some meat, and was sitting by the fire, prodding it with a stick. Hasan suddenly came back to camp via scary magickal means. He stumbled into camp, vomitted some terrible shit that didn't seem natural, and promptly wandered away. Everyone I saw seemed really down, and everyone refused to talk about it. This sort of stuff seemed to happen all the time. I always missed the crazy shit. Enthir would usually just grunt at everyone, shake his head, and continue tending to the campfire.
It couldn't have been long after that specific happening, in the scheme of things, that Hasan sent Enthir to Red Storm for some vague reason -- Enthir assumed it was to look for more magickers. After an absurd amount of time milling around aimless, Enthir wandered back to find the camp totally destroyed. Presumably this was after whatever ended up happening to Hasan (I never found out).
Enthir wandered the world aimless. Never really spoke to anyone. Never did anything of note. Then he got ate by a beetle.
On my next PC, which was approved very quickly, I heard a rumor someone found a dead defiler near Red Storm. I assume they thought he was some crazy defiler because Enthir had a fucking collection of magickal and weird shit that just sort of trickled down to him at camp. All of it just chilling in his pack.
From what I gather, I was a part of a rogue magick terrorist group.
What I played was literally the most peaceful and mundane dude I've ever seen. He had a good life. When his home was gone, and his "friends" all dead, he wandered off and got ate by a beetle. It's like a story for a vNPC.
It was wonderful. Over the course of his life, things were so "mundane" I only wrote 4 bios. I can probably trim them for spoilers, check with staff, and post them, if anyone is interested in seeing them.