Role

Chapter 1

Born to a wizardress, Cezkvek's only purpose in life was being experimented on by his mother.
The earliest experimentation by his mother began soon after birth, she poisoned her breastmilk and fed
the young child with a grin on her face, to her surprise the child survived, but not to say he wasnt affected.
Not long after the poison was ingested, it began to twist Cezkvek's young and developing mind into believing
suffering and pain was normal. His mother failed each attempt to kill her son, he was becoming very resistant to her magic.
As he grew, he realized what had been happening all of years of his life. He believed his mother loved him and only
wanted him to become a king of Aran'grid, because she had given him very valuable items throughout
his young life. Rare artifacts and ingredients, little did he know she had poisoned each and every one of them
praying to whatever dark god she tried to appease that he would die, but he did not.

Throughout the years and especially in the final years when his mother still lived, he began to study
how to sneak quietly, because he needed to know what his mother kept in her workshop.
He laced his mothers elvish wine with sleeping pills, as she drifted off asleep, he slowly made way to
her workshop. He picked the simple lock and entered, once inside he found books on the black arts, jars of bodyparts
dried remains and ingredients. A pentagram was drew on the ground with what appeared to be blood, he found her journal on her desk.
Within the journal he learned she was attempting to bring her husband back from the dead, the suffering and death of a firstborn was
required. In her journal she noted how painful it was to pretend to love the child, her only intentions were to see him suffer and die
so that her husband would awaken once more. He was nothing but an experiment and garbage to her, this enraged him and that was the day
he killed and vowed to kill any wizard or wizardess, no matter age, race, gender. He would poison the magic of their very souls!

He walked back to his sleeping mother, completely out of the shadows and simply took out his knife and stabbed her in the back
while she slept.

Ahm'a poisoner tha farkin magic outta dere damn souls as the young Cezkvek cackled to himself and slinked into the shadows and to the upper world of Thera.