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There was a little boy named Cycropolus, about 14 years of age at the time, dull crimson eyes, dirty snow hair and wears some custom made leather clothing that he and his father both made. they live in a peaceful village on the outskirts of atlas, far south-west of sutica. His father was a leather worker and worked hard all day for a little mina pay. Cycropolus' mother was a stay at home mom, always cooking and cleaning and taking care of Cycropolus and his little sister Vatas. Vatas was just like her mother but smaller, beautiful, kind and loving. Vatas always helped her mom where she could while Cycropolus went to work with his father to help him bring home a pay. When cycropolus and his father came home they would sit down to eat a wonderful delisious meal that mother and Vatas made just for them. Father talked about his day at work and mothet would talk about how much little Vatas has been helping her. After dinner they all went to their nice cozy beds for a peacful sleep and start tomorrow anew. Whe Cycropolus woke up, it wasnt to the normal sounds of the busy village but to terrorizing screams and the roars of fire. raiders had come to his village, human raiders from the looks.they were riding through the village on steeds, weilding swords and torches. Father rushed in and grabbed cycropolus and told him to follow as they both rushed away to hide. Father shoved him in a little room just under the floor boards of the house in hope he wont be found. Father then took his sword to go defend the village. Cycopolus was in the room alone. no mother. no little sister.he curled into a ball and tried not to make a noise as the screams, fire echoed loudly. After a long while after all the noises have gone he emerged from his hiding spot and looked to what was once he world of peace. He was unable to ever unsee what he saw, everything burned to ash, bloody bodies litter the ground around him and thats when he saw the one thing he never thought he would. His little sister, mother, and father slaughtered like wild animals. It was then when he saw a strange looking man walking through the ruins. Difficult to make out any sort of appearance through the ash in the air cycropolus grab his father's sword with an iron grib and walked towards the figure. The closer he got the more he could make out about the figure, he was dressed in hard leather armor and looked more like a warrior than who he came to find out who it was upon reaching him. It was his neighbor drenched in blood and smelled of death. He took cycropolus under his wing as his own to raise him, train him in the ways of a warrior and the ways of being a dark elf. But after seeing what cycropolus saw that day, it would haunt him for the rest of his life bringing nightmares in his sleep and rage to any battle he fights.