Age:23
Height: 7'3
Weight: 380-420
Name:Razefkiel
Origins: unknown, leads the order of shadows

I was born in a burning village. It was raided by the north because we refused to pay them tribute. My parents fled to the south but they where even less forgiving. Forced to live on the front lines hideing in the rubble of recent battles I could never call a place my own. When I was only four years old my parents where found. They stuffed me inside a hidden hole in the wall and tried to talk down rains personal goons. They Dident hesitate to cut them down on the step and move on. Doomed to starve i layed with my parents for many hours into the night. I wondered if I would starve before I froze until the demon. A shadow morph wolf, glowing red eyes trailing a smoke like miasma. His claws faded in and out of sight only visible when the smoke passes through it. It was eating the corpses. I was frozen in terror when a brick came lose behind me. It smashed to the floor and I screamed. The demon looked strait at me slowly marching over fresh blood dipping from his fangs. It threw a paw at my head and I braced for death. The impact threw me to the floor my entire face stung and ran warm. But the teeth never showed. I dared a look and saw the face of my savior. A member of the shadow stalker elite. He had killed the wolf and took me in his arms. I watched two more move my parents bodies to a patch of dirt before passing out. They took me into their home, trained me to fight and gave me a purpose. I quickly learned to give back and only made one mistake. I was a young hunter barly fitting into my gear when I ran into the wolf again. The scar on my face burned at his sight and the confrontation left me with a new cape from his fur and three new scars to boast. Killing that wolf just made me feel more empty. I tried to help people in need wherever I went. But nothing could fill the void in my heart. My soul still burned with the picture of its eyes still fresh. When I left the order I drifted from town to town hunting down their plagues and leaving before anyone could get close. It was all I knew how to do. One day on a hunt to kill a feral dragon I found a armour clad human who not only beef me to the target but had all but destroyed the hillside in the process of takeing it down. He showed me what I meant to take control of yourself. To face your fears and be stronger for it. He helped me see the light in a black world. He wanted me to join his clan but their was somthing I had to do. Armed with the new knowledge i returned to the order and brought them out of the dark. We grew fast and when the human came back to my door he told me who he was. He wanted an alliance and i gratefully accepted. With us watching each-others backs my order finally took permanent roots on the village where my parents where killed. I never got my revenge on silves but I never held it against her. War makes fools of us all. I now spend my days managing the order talking to the human Iv grown attached too and parties. After faceing all my life could throw and coming to terms with it I figured I mine as well cut lose and have some fun. My favorite are the raves.