At a young age, I knew I was different from those I was growing up with.  Although their physical characteristics and mine were largely the same, my skin was darker... as were my motives.. desires... temperment.

At the age of assension, an old man in the village took me aside and told me why I was different... how I had come to be with them. 

He told me of a battle that was fought when I was but a new-born.

You see, these people attacked my village and killed everyone... save one.  Me.  Someone had the idea that perhaps at my young age, I could be taught their ways and be dilluted into their society.

Why the old man told me this, I will never know.  As I said before... my temperment has not always been very even...  It was that night that I fully began to grasp the magical powers that lay within me.  The old man was the first to learn this.  The rest of the village soon followed.

After that night, I went underground to seek out others of my kind.  I soon found others.  I knew I had found home... for the first time.

The ones I felt the most allegance and bond with were all very like-minded...  Matuler, the assassin... Synjyn, the like-minded battle-mage... and Masada, the dark priest.  They are all like brothers to me now.  Brothers I never before had.  They introduced me to a new form of treachery and power... Vampirism.  The rush that comes with the taste of a victim's last drops of blood being sucked from their soon to be completely lifeless corpse is indescribable.