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    1-2 years old: Oddly fascinated with the many books of the Dwarven kingdoms, their great monuments and constructions. Mother, Aelina, was surprised to find him disturbed about hearing about Emperor Thorngar Ironborn of the Khorvad Empire who was trying to destroy all knowings of Kingdom Urguan. 3-6 years old: His father finds him trying to read ancient interpretations of long gone city structures. His father Kalein reports that, "His eyes wide with passion and confusion, yet still in a deep thought, as if making a strange distinction..." 7-9 years old: He stops playing with the other children, and always has a crippling confused face. Devoid of passion, as he made the realization of what his mother did to his father. She strangled him for a position of power on their plot of land, where she forced all of the servants to starve to death. All he can smell is the decrepit smell of rotting flesh, as he cowers at the mere thought of the implications of her actions. He looks very differently at Aelina Volentiam from now on. 10-14 years old: His mother, who has at least gone insane, has started stalking across the homestead. On his 14th birthday, Aelina, with burnt out eyes, and almost charred, rotting skin, barely resembles a mother to Ditor. She was a scourge! He tries to escape, but is caught by his mother. He tries to swim through the part of the lake that they owned, but is dragged down into the lake. Ditor thought that she buried him in the bottom of the lake, but this was just the sensation of blood, and dirt. His mother imprisoned him in the homestead's basement. 14-18: He spends his time in a musty basement, for the first few weeks, he was forced to eat the servants carcasses. The now not-so Aelina feels a sick pity but most of all a want for him to suffer, so for the next few years she locked him in there, and fed him rotting animal carcasses. Mostly just depressed, he layed there. The only thing to do was read the wealth of dusty tomes, that where almost ruined each time there was a storm. 17th birthday: 2 people were born that night. One of spite, and one of light. Ditor, was reborn. The water from a violent storm fragmented the light from the nearby lightning strikes. 2 thoughts, one of selfish motivation, and one of intrinsic cultivation. After 18th birthday: He watches ants build a small hill as he concentrates. He bursts through rotten wooden door. He kneels at the sight of a pile of black ash. His mother's neckless buried in the substance. Seeing nothing but greed, and red, he punches trees, and vegetaion until you could see the bones and tendons of his hands. Some of the neighboring peoples report of an insane man going about and causing trouble. Ditor. Is. Here.
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