Tuolumne cannot remember much of his past, only bits and pieces within a vast forest. Ever since arriving in this new world, he has felt like a part of himself was missing. As if a piece of himself was left behind in some other place. Not a loved one or a friend, but a physical piece of himself. He can't quite pinpoint why this is, but he knows without a shadow of a doubt that it is true. He can feel it in the back of his mind. So he wanders the world, observing and learning all he can. He knew it would just take time. One day he would find himself again, whether or not that self was whole was an unknown, but he was patient and confident it would happen. Due to his lack of memory, he is quiet and reserved, only letting a select few close enough for him to call friends. Upon first meeting him, many find him skeptical and paranoid, but after a time they understand why he is that way. With only a partial memory, how is he supposed to know if an enemy were trying to become a friend, only to stab him in the back? He remembers a previous life and a portal, but many parts of that life are full of blank spaces. He remembers going on journeys and their destinations, but he can't remember specific details. He always felt like he was looking at his own past through a thick layer of mist.  He could remember everything from this new world, though. Waking up after a dream filled with fire and Gildas nearby. But it was like the fire had burned him. It had stolen a part of him. Gildas had tried to help him remember, but it only confused and frustrated him.