I am son of Dranise and Zophelia. Brother to Relusar. Born into war. Sent to work at age 9. I am trained in creating weapons. Combining the dark magic I posses and the steampunk machinery of our neighboring groups. I lost my left eye to a Goblin trying to steal my weaponry. I took his life in return. My parents and sister died in an attack and i’ve been nomadic ever since. Setting up and taking down camp wherever I may find myself. However I found this haven of a land recently. A place where all creatures coexist and aren't at each others throats anymore. And that is where I am now.
