Geth was born to the Semuanya-worshipers of the Black-Mire, where emotion is a luxury and the dead are merely fuel. During his 'Feast of Transition,' Geth was tasked with consuming the remains of a captured Sun-Priest of Pelor. It was supposed to be a mechanical transfer of protein. Instead, as Geth crushed the priest’s marrow, a 'divine malfunction' occurred. The priest’s final prayer for mercy didn't just reach the gods; it lodged itself in Geth’s reptilian brain, blooming into a conscience that should not exist in his species.
Overnight, the world changed from a map of resources to a sanctuary of miracles. Geth began to see the 'heat' of souls, not just the heat of blood. He fled his tribe, unable to reconcile his sudden, overwhelming empathy with the cold mandates of the Mire. He found a discarded, notched greatsword and bound it in the linen wrappings of the priest he consumed, swearing that the blade would never again taste a life. He now walks the world as a wandering contradiction: a mountain of scales and iron who weeps for a crushed flower.
He carries a profound, secret terror that his soul is a flickering candle that might one day go out, leaving only the predator behind. To prevent this, he performs acts of extreme gentleness, testing his self-control against the constant, rhythmic pulsing of the veins in every neck he sees.