
Scaramon was born amidst the chaos and tumult of the Freelands, a lawless realm where survival often hinged on strength and cunning. From an early age, he witnessed the brutal realities of life growing up in a small village riddled with conflict and strife. His father, a minor warlord, struggled to keep the family safe while navigating the treachery that ensnared their home. Scaramon’s mother, a healer with a kind heart, instilled in him a sense of compassion that often clashed with the harsh lessons taught by his father. Torn between two worlds, Scaramon learned early on that power could come from both compassion and brutality.
When Scaramon was only a teenager, rival factions attacked his village. His father fought valiantly but ultimately fell, leaving the family vulnerable. In the aftermath, Scaramon witnessed the devastation wrought by chaos and loss, which forever scarred his soul. In a desperate bid for acceptance and strength, he wandered into the shadowy embrace of the Jakaree, a cult of warrior priests devoted to the Dark One. They promised him power, a purpose—everything that had eluded him.
Indoctrinated into the ways of the death priests, Scaramon assimilated into their ranks, learning to wield dark mysticism alongside martial prowess. The teachings of the Jakaree encompassed not only physical combat but also the philosophical tenets of mortality, sacrifice, and the inevitable return of the Dark One from the void. As he delved deeper into the cult’s teachings, the conflict brewing outside their shadows morphed into the singular focus of bringing their malevolent god back into the world of the living. Scaramon embraced this mission, believing it his destined path.
“What do you want?” I asked, venom in my voice lest they forget they weren’t the only murderers here.
Scaramon smirked. Unlike others of his priesthood, who seemed a broad, stocky lot, Scaramon was tall and lean, the geometric tattoos covering his bare skull merging into his face's twisted, confused ruin. Dark leather covered much of his person, including a hardened leather vest from which well-muscled arms protruded. I spied twin kris knives at his belt and a mace hanging from a leather strap. Where all the other priests had clenched jaws, grim expressions, and blades drawn, Scaramon’s arms hung loosely at his sides, and while his expression was no less grim, he made no threatening gestures. In fact, just the opposite. “Perhaps I wish to get reacquainted.”
- THE ASSASSIN’S CODE
However, his indoctrination came at a cost. During one of his early raids against the Warders—a faction determined to thwart the Jakaree—Scaramon faced his greatest challenge. In the heat of battle, amidst clashing swords and echoing incantations, he lost his right eye while defending a fellow cultist from a sorcerous spell cast by a Warder arcanist. The pain was fierce, but it ignited a burning rage within him, fanning the flames of his hatred for the Warders. Scaramon emerged from that fight with the title “One-Eye,” a moniker that earned him both fear and respect among his peers.
Now, in Alchester, a city at the crossroads of power and intrigue, Scaramon has established himself as a prominent figure among the Jakaree. The city, known for its political machinations and dark underbelly, provides fertile ground for the cult’s ambitions. As a steadfast servant of the Jakaree and a sworn enemy of the Warders, Scaramon prowls Alchester’s shadows, seeking revenge and purpose in a world fraught with conflict. He uses the city’s labyrinthine alleys and hidden corners to plan raids and spread the influence of the Jakaree, weaving fear into the hearts of their enemies and potential converts alike.
With a hatred burning in his chest and the blessing of dark powers at his fingertips, Scaramon One-Eye draws nearer to when the Dark One will rise again, vowing to stand at the forefront of his return. His journey is one of sacrifice, tearing away at the remnants of his humanity, transforming him into an avatar of vengeance and darkness—a warrior priest devoted to a cause that defines his present and his very soul. In Alchester, amidst political games and flickering shadows, Scaramon has found a stage to realize his ambition, carving out a place where he can enact his dark designs and fulfill the cult’s prophecy.
FIRST APPEARANCE
Scaramon first appears in The Assassin's Cunning (Assassin Without a Name Book Two).
