Additional info:
- Height: 177cm
- Weight: 68 kg
- Hair color: Ashen Grey
- Eye color: Hazel

Born as the 6th child of a peasant family in a land far, far away from Revaliir, Hans Grish would be acquainted with death from his very birth, as he began his life in a premature fashion. Which almost killed him and his mother. His entire family prayed, day and night to all gods of their world, first to patron of their country to preserve the lives of a woman and the child of the country they would serve, then to wolf like warrior god, to give this newborn and his mother a chance to fight on through life, then they pleaded with goddess of life for the salvation for the two and then finally they turned to begging for mercy from the God of the Dead, Morr. So he would not take them to his garden, so he would allow the young one to live, and then as if by a miracle, the condition of the two would stabilize on the next day. However it would seem the miracle wasn't without a price, though the mother would remain as she was, the young Hans seemed to be marked by Morr. He was deathly pale and sickly, didn't eat much and no matter what he ate he never seemed to gain any weight. He was skinny, gaunt even with his cheeks sunken and dark rings under his eyes that made them look as if they were set deeper into his skull than they really were. And on top of that he didn't have a natural hair colour, at least for his age, for as he grew up, and his hair with him, it would take on an ashen grey color. In the village it was said that as he came out of the womb early, that he would then age early too, and his peculiar appearance was proof of that to the villagers. Due to that he was ostracized by the village and even bullied by some kids that were "brave" enough to get close to "Early Grave Grisha" as he was called. However his family stood up for him, his siblings were never far and they would protect their sickly, quiet younger brother. Eventually, when Hans was 10, his parents decided that for his own good and the good of the family, that the youngest member of the Grish household would be taken to the nearest temple of Morr and left for the monks to raise. To his parents it was clear that their child was different, destined for what they believed to be a higher purpose, they thought they would be holding him back from. So they left the village with him and took him to the city, where they met with priests of the local Gardens of Morr and presented them their son. After brief deliberation, the priests of the Garden would agree to take him in and raise him among their numbers. It was when he lived with the monks that he learned of the significance of the circumstances of his birth, and of the possible meanings they held. He would be taught all they knew, how to write and read, prepare bodies for the burial and how to conduct the last rites, the customs and the beliefs of the Church of Morr, of the sanctity of the gravesites and the importance of burying the dead. When he was 15, as was customary within the church, he would be given the role of an acolyte in one of the paths of his choosing, would he be a Priest? Conducting the last rites and taking care of the spiritual needs of those who lost people close to them? An Embalmer? The one who made sure that the bodies were in the best state they could be after death, to give the departed one the dignity of being buried in a state that was as close to what he was when alive? Or… the Blackguard? Those whose mission was to protect the Gardens from those who sought to defile the dead. From the Grave Robbers, Necromancers and other nefarious groups. After some deliberation, and prayer time Hans decided to follow the Path of the Blackguard, seeing that he wasn’t much of a people person, not well suited to care for the spiritual needs of those that grieve and not a good public speaker either. He also felt he was too much of a clutz to work as an Embalmer since that profession required steady hands and precise movements for many of its operations. So guarding graves as a devout warrior-priest seemed like the best option for him at the time. So over the course of 5 years he was brought under the wing of the Blackguards of Morr, the order of knights templar of the Church. Under their tutelage, he would learn how to fight against myriads of opponents with an equal number of various weapons, however he found himself best suited to a polearm, to keep his distance between him and his foes, that often could tear him to shreds with their bare hands if they got too close and sword and shield, to become the staunch defender of the Dead. However during his time in training, he was patrolling the gardens at night, as part of his duties as the acolyte of the Blackguards of Morr, when he stumbled upon a disheveled man who clutched in his hands a small sack, which rang out with metallic clanging. When inspected the sack was full of coins, rings and jewelry the man looted from a grave of a noble. The man pleaded with Hans to let him go, that he needed valuables as he was a poor man with a family he needed to feed. That they could starve if he was jailed and executed for grave robbing and that the dead person didn’t need those valuables anyway. Hans…was moved by what he heard, for he was a man with a soft heart. So he did let him go and he would cover for him. However this would have proved to be a bad decision as the grave robber was later caught and the full extent of his crime was revealed. He didn’t have a family, he was a lonely street rat that lived for himself. And he didn’t loot a grave of just any noble, but of a noble lady he was obsessed with, so he didn’t just defile the body by stealing from her, he also did unspeakable things to the cadaver. And when he was being interrogated he did mention a young, pale skinned blackguard acolyte that let him go. Hans would later find himself at a trial by his superiors from the church, he was found guilty of gross negligence and dereliction of his duties. He was almost kicked out of the Church if it wasn’t for the fact that his superiors were merciful, they understood that Hans was deceived and that he was a good man at heart. So instead of excommunicating him, they placed upon him a penitent vow, to never show his face to any living being with a sapient soul and in essence, exiled him to far away northen country of Kislev to continue his training and strengthen his character in the frozen north. There he would train until he reached the age of 27 when he finally became the full member of the Blackguard of Morr and just right in time as his services were needed, as a nefarious cult took root in the city where Hans worked, a cult that sought to use the dead from the Gardens, as an army to bring about the end of Kislev and thus secure the way for the demonic invasion from the deep north of Norsca and Realms of Chaos. He, with a party of adventurers, managed to stop the nefarious plot of the cultists, but along the way he had to ally with a Vampire, which was a big no-no for his Church and…due to negligence on his part, allowed a convicted agitator, that was the member of his party, to cause a riot which lasted for 3 days and almost destroyed the capital city of Kislev before it was put down. The only reason why he was not put to death was due to a jury finding him to be of upstanding character and because he did save the city from a cult. However he would still need to be punished, so he was stripped of his rank as a Blackguard, and he was made to take a vow of a penitent crusade, originally with only what he had on him at the time but he revealed something that caused the verdict to be amended. Namely, during his fight against the cult and necromancers that led them, Hans’ polearm would become blessed by what seemed to be Morr himself and it would transform into a fearsome magical scythe, with a ghostly blade whose shape was determined by his will. The same happened with his sword and shield which were blessed and transformed into a weapon set known as Morr's Rose, with the shield being the The Flower and the sword, the Thorn. Additionally those blessed weapon were bound to him in such a way that he could seemingly summon them whenever he needed them from thin air. Seeing this obvious blessing from their God, it was decided that, while Hans would not be acquitted, his sentence would be amended. He would still take part in a lonesome penitent crusade in the North, but not as a mere follower of Morr but a Knight of the Raven, a member of an order of crusading knights who swore themselves to Morr. He would be given armor, a horse and supplies he needed…but also a purpose. For they gave him an out of sorts, a mission that if it was fulfilled, he would be free. In the north, there was a Warlord, a pagan who was nonetheless an ally of the southern nations. Who sought to slay the Everchosen of Chaos, whose armies were said to bear responsibility for the actions of the cult. With this in mind he moved up north and met up with the Warlord known as the Everfather Turir. Everfather, in time, would reveal his own ambitions to take the place of the Everchosen and civilize the North and turn it into an Empire and that he wanted Hans to be his right hand man. Eventually, both of them managed to slay the everchosen, but moved by what he learned and by visions given unto him by Morr himself, Hans made a decision and betrayed Turir. For he foresaw Turir turning south after his conquest of the North, and becoming the new Everchosen. Their battle took place in the deep north, at the border between reality and the malignant realms of chaos itself. Their fight was a harrowing one, as not only Turir and Hans fought, but also their armies fell into chaos. It is said that they violence agitated the already thin veil of reality, and the bloodshed would eventually cause a rift to open, a rift that at the culmination of the battle, when Hans delivered the final blow unto Turir, opened in such a violent manner that it consumed all who fought. And it was the last that the Old World had seen of Father Hans Grish, the Knight of the Raven…but his story did not end there. For the young knight, would be eventually spat out by the tides of the immaterial void in an unfamiliar world, where the visions from Morr were but vague, fog covered images and his guiding words were naught but muffled whispers.