Hjalgard, Human Male, Age 36, Long Blond braided Hair and Shortish Beard, 1.80ish tall, Normal build tending towards lean.
Background:
The first memory of Hjalgard was his emotionless father abandoning him at the monastery and his mother, a memory of glowing kindness and light, a beacon in the dark for his soul.
Names were long forgotten and only these 2 images are what is left from his early childhood memories.
He was 7 when they abandoned him at a Garbanis Monastery for reasons still unknown.

Henceforth he was trained, as the majority of the monastery did, in the ways of Inken and Storme, stern warriors whose strength and fighting ability was foremost. Never was he able to accept that kind of life, all that it did was temper his body and burn his mind with the overimposing image of his father's face.

His only balm was a little hobby he loved which was trying to carve small statues or icons from wood pieces. Although he was ridiculed by the other trainees he found that carving would provide him some form of mental sanctuary where he could relax and just carve some animal or landscape he saw and impressed him.
It was indeed during such a session that he met an extremely old monk, who was very rarely seen and shunned by most in the temple.

Old Kjart was a sort of an outcast for he strictly refused anything that had to do with violence or strength of arms. He introduced Sulvey's concepts to young Hjalgard and the young boy instantly felt some connection with what he was taught, for it reminded him of the last warm embrace of his mother.

Since then, he was trained for another 10 years before he reached adulthood, during which he focused mainly on what Kjart would teach him: such as the ways of Sulvey, the arts of healing and the rituals of sacrifice; and the body tempering that the monastery put forth as compulsory.

During his healer's trainingship he would often examine his master's work or try his hand at little wounded animals, be it birds or squirrels. Failures and successes both matured him and offered him a view that was understanding of how both life and death would fit the natural cicle of this world.

He always lacked friends apart from the old man due to his ways that differed too much from the rest of the monks.
He was, in fact, occasionally harassed by the most successful Storme trainees who saw his preferring Sulvey's arts to the war arts as a token of his lack of courage and manliness. This kind of bullying would mostly take the form of breaking his beloved wooden carvings or, worse, shaming him during the training duels that were typical on the 6th day of each half of lunar cycle.
Once he reached the age of 25, he was considered mostly ready for his initiation; He had for long thought about what he should sacrifice to gain the favours of the gods.

His religious fervor as strong as it ever was, he prepared himself to an ultimate test of healing capabilities and willpower: He would sit on a marble slab completely naked for 6 hours to meditate and prepare himself, after which he would, with the help of his old mentor, proceed to wound himself with a healer's knife all over his body and, once cuts were applied all over his body, with a particular attention to his chest and back, he would proceed to instantly sew the wounds closed and apply the healing required all the while being vowed not to utter any sound.

This ritual, approved by Kjart and the Duty-King, would be a perfect way to show his devoutness to the path of the healers and that his mind, on the pursuit of this fate, was uncorruptible by meager earthly desire that instead left him completely unfazed.

He managed to maintain a stable image of kindness and warmth within the recesses of his mind such that the pain would not overwhelm him and succeeded in the sacrificial ritual which would for the rest of his life fill his body with deep scars.

A small, but noticeable, effect the ritual had was to stifle all the harassment and looks of arrogance his other contemporaries previously showed him. Though he had matured enough to be able to mostly ignore these kinds of childish efforts.

For another 10 years he stayed as an apprentice to Old Kjart until the Duty-King changed and a new, fanatical warrior, came to control the Monastery.
The extreme program of military training introduced, coupled with the devastating death from old age and an illness he found himself, bemusingly and irritatingly, unable to heal of his mentor left him completely void of true relations within the monastery that already felt nothing like home, pushed him out to wander through the lands.

For another 8 years he wandered randomly, training his healer's skills, honing his religious beliefs and, deep inside, hoping to find a earthly source that felt just like his mother's last embrace did.