You're a third rate hunter. More in the bottom of the barrel, or rather below the barrel. Born probably the unluckiest person one could get. You had little mana, so you couldnt be a decent healer/mage. Born with and had an incredible amount of trouble gaining strength, so that took out being a tank/warrior class. This also kicked the assassin class aswell off the list.

You tried the best you could to grow, but it was as if there was some restriction upon your body, your soul even, maybe you were unfortunate.

One day though, being a courier. You carried soul gems, loot and whatnot in the back of hunter groups, and got paid very little, it was hardly a living.

Though with a random group, you ventured into a dungeon as normal, the city dotted with these. And you all traversed, long story short, the group died, except you. A weird phenomenon, a gate inside of a gate, some sort of inception killed them all, and you, something weird happened.

You escaped luckily...you kept everything from the raid, since why wouldn't you. Though going to sleep, you kept getting these dreams, a woman in the distance, pitch black, long hair, pale skin, a robe. It kept happening. For some reason you kept getting stronger with every dream, just staring back at the woman who stared at you, though her hair covered her face. With each dream she got closer. First it was a few hundred feet, it kept decreasing, you kept getting stronger, it was odd.

But your alarm blaring, kicking you awake, you had a job to do, no more sleeping anymore this morning.