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Sigon was born in Haelun’or to family of three. His father, Seygor, his mother Riga, and of course him. Riga was a gentle soul but she was abused by Sigon’s father who was a grizzled alcoholic. He was an unstable man that would lash out at random. He had also set very high standards for Sigon to live up to. Ever since the day Sigon could speak, his father pushed him further and further to be the perfect son. If Sigon ever preformed to a lesser degree than Seygor’s expectations, he would whip Sigon with a 4 tailed whip on the hands and back until he tired out or couldn’t handle Sigon’s winning any longer. At one point, Seygor heald Sigon’s face infront of the fire place for an hour simple for not being able to cook properly. As he held Sigon just far enough from the fire not to ruin his face, which his father was proud of, seeing it as the only thing right about his son, he kept talking as if he was preaching a dark sermon. Sigon only had first degree burns from the prolonged heat exposure but this incident had mentally scarred him. Due to the abuse at home and a relatively reserved personality, Sigon didn’t succeed in the social realm. He was seen as dark and intimidating. As he aged, his father became worse and worse, attempting to clash with Sigon daily, though as the years would go on, Sigon became larger and stronger than his father. Eventually, Seygor pushed Sigon a bit to far by beating his mother who was his only light into a comatose state. Sigon had heard the screaming from both of them in the living area below him for a while. He had gotten fed up with it and was on the way down when this had happened. Seeing his mother who he though was dead on the ground at his fathers feet, he grabbed the poker beside their fireplace and charged into his father, ramming the poker through Seygor’s abdomen and pushing him down to the ground. Sigon stood above his father looking down at him then to his hands, realizing what he had done. He then ran to his room, collected his most important possessions, and a cloak, and started to flee Haelun’or. He was 17 at the time of fleeing and has since been roaming the world.