Role

Chapter 2

Bourn under the eye of a storm, Xazier was raised by his human father just out
side of the northern half of hamsah. His mother died while giving birth to the
to the child. Raised in impoverished homes and constantly follow whatever work
his father could find he never had many friends as a child. This caused him to
become bitter and take out his torments on lessers. Soon many of the children came
came to fear the voracious little child. The boy could not deny the sense of being
powerful, but his father a holy man would deeply disaprove of his dark doings.
Plotting how to best achieve his power when out of nowhere a howling gushing
storm howls through the woods. A booming voice calls in a hiss that it could
provide the proper respect and prove his divotion. At the bades of the unknown
The fourteen year old child slashed his fathers throat with the strange talons
he oddly knew how to transform in a clawed paw. Appeased with blood the Lord
Muuloc told the boy that all the power he desired could be obtained he would
be able to cow the region or destory it and bring utter darkness on but a whim.
The price would be the very essense of his soul. For only then he truely be
ready for the dark deeds ahead. After a brief explaination from the lord he
calmly strolled forth into the humming chamber as the dark giant quietly snickered
The chambers slammed closed and the giant quipped that know he would know true
pain. The Iron furnance flared in to brillant life and began to slow boil the
the very essense of his soul in to a whisper thin vapor which the giant eagerly
sapped up from withing the searing unholy nova of the chamber. His skin was entirely
burned and deformed giving him a hideous visage. The dark giant rewarded him with
the teachings of a ancient shapeshifter a jumbled mess of tomes and flowing scrolls.
Left with his magics to deciefer and instilled with a overwhelming lust for power
The boy began his adventures into the unwelcoming world.