I arrived from far away lands known as Rivia with my brother Graxion, due to wanderlust and seeking power. As I strayed from my brother Graxion, I followed the path of the Eldritch Fighter as he went on to be a ranger. As an Eldritch fighter, I have always been proficient in the sword arts but have always wanted to follow the path and learn to become a mage. As we completed our respective paths, my brother and I joined together again to start life anew. We seeked new experiences and craved the sense of adventure. On the way to the land of Atlas, my brother and I had to fund our journey some how, so we decided to put our practical skills to use. We joined a mercenary band known as the Direwolves. One day, a man named Ser Kizaru crazed with his own power, slaughtered the Direwolves while on a caravan escort mission. As my brother and I being some the few survivors of the band, we spiit our seperate ways from the other survivors having made enough money to get by. With that, we realised how truly powerless we were in the face of death itself and so we began to seek more power.
