3. A dark past

A dark past

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    As a child Mintáros lived with his parents and kin in a hamlet in the country of Narfell. His was an uneventful and average life; he worked on the farm with his brothers and as he grew older he began to see immense beauty in the female form; and powerful emotions in the presence of the beautiful girls his age. However, despite the flowering of youth and the joy in Mintáros' life the stars began to move and a darker path was set for this child. The happiness of his existence left him in the hours of a single night…
    At only 13 years old, Mintáros' normal cheerful and robust nature began to give way to a dark, brooding depression. Unknown to his parents, family, or friends in that small town, he had become the target of night time visits from demonic forces. Strange dreams of unspeakable and incomprehensible evil flooded his nights; symbols such as withered trees and black swirling skies filled with runes haunted his waking hours, terrible in their strange power, and driving him to the brink of madness over the next year. His mind was simply to young and to...human to understand the visions he had been having; but the taint of dark and foul things found him nonetheless.
    Strong and stubborn as well as courageous as a boy, Mintaros's good nature struggled over the next few years with an alter-ego implanted within him; though he did not understand yet it was the influence of the demon his former self fought. Overcome with grief and terrified confusion at the battle for his own mind, Mintaros lost his sanity by the age of 16...when at last the demon convinced a part of Mintaros to accept the foul and evil thoughts it had been putting into his mind as his very own. Mintaros became changed overnight...he lay out on the grassy knoll overlooking his house as he had done as a child, gazing at a starfilled sky as he always had; only this time, the sky was filled with swirling colors not of his former worlds spectrum, and the stars and heavenly bodies were marked with swirling runes of unspeakable names; Names that whispered to him in painful languages...
    The demon he came to know later as Soal had finished his task over this toy...Mintaros stood up and looked upon his house with glowing red eyes, eyes that saw more than the simple carnal vision of most mortals. Standing up he walked down to his house where his family slept and went to the kitchen where he retrieved a large cutting knife and ventured into his parents room...
    There were no screams that night, only muffled gurgling gasps and disbelieving shock within bright eyes; for Mintaros knew how to kill and even with his beloved family did so swiftly and without mercy. By dawn he had ventured out alone, stumbling and drunk on the wine of blood out of the town walls and into a wilderness he had never seen before; the world was born anew with his recently acquired sight.
    Now the demon would have taken Mintaros as his thrall; but Mintaros was strong and tall, and his will was his own; fighting off the pressing presence in his body he wandered into the woods and reveled in his newfound sight.....the years that passed then are filled with nothing but his ruthless will to survive as he came to terms with his newfound sight and the strange new world around him.

    5 years later...

    A man in a tattered chain shirt caked in dried blood, and a black hood walks from town to town with a great axe strapped to his back. His arms are powerfully built, and covered in scars, his eyes under his hood seem to reflect an unnatural amount of light...with a reddish tint.
    With a prolonged stare and a proud, barbaric tinged manner he passes commoners and nobleman alike without concern. Pulling down his hood...the sight of a man can be made. He has firey red hair, piercing unnerving eyes and a strong air. He has a beautiful face, despite being uncharismatic among others of his kind...yet there is intelligence in those eyes, and a dark wisdom perhaps. Yet within that cold exterior some of greater insight may percieve yet a glimmer of what appears to be a child in that powerful form; another self in an seemingly inherent evil man that is good and caring, a part of him that loves. So weak and faint is that part of Mintaros now...unlikely that he would turn to his old nature...the person he wasborn as, for a soul tainted by dark powers at a young age seldom escapes the clutches of darkness...

    Mintaros(former surname:Sarvalint) does not care for gods or faith; he trusts only in himself and his own strength of body and mind, as he has sustained himself solely on his own for those many years in the wilds, and also against the unknown force that tried to claim him. He is fearless, yet prudent, and intelligent. In his heart he has always been a fighter and a warrior, relying on no divine intervention to save himself. At one time he loved a woman; had kinship and those he called family and friends, but those days are like another age from another world now...

    gamespy id: Arkon-Blade
    Character name: Mintáros


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