I was born to a poor family in the east on a farm. My mother was named Lora Eigenburg and my father was named Gehren Crestrike. I lived a fairly happy life until I was fifteen. I had just gotten in from a day of field work and my parents had a surprise for me. There was a big cake on the kitchen table. We had a nice party and they allowed me to roam the country and city for a while. It was dark when I came home. But the night was bright. My house was engulfed in flame, my parents were hung up on crosses. Hooded figures were chanting in a circle around the inferno. Then one spotted me. They all started to chase me, and in response I ran. I ran like I had never run before. Once I was safety within the city. I found a corner to sleep on. I awoke to find my money stolen and a knife lying next to me. I pledged that from that day forward, I would hunt down those who burned my home and torture them.
