Name: Sinvaer
Age: Unknown
Part of guild: Member
Race: Fire/Dark demon
Bio & Appearance: He was human once, going by a different name, and enjoyed a simple life milking cows and tending the farm with his father while his mother baked bread and cared for the house. One fateful day his family's farm was pillaged and burned by a band of cutthroats. His father tried to defend against them, but one man and his child of a son are no match for fifty grown men armed with cudgels and blades of various shapes and sizes.
His father was killed immediately, but he and his mother were spared for whatever reason. They were dragged around after the bandits and made to do their bidding. Sinvaer was forced to watch as his mother was beaten and brutally raped night after night. Finally deciding enough was enough, he killed his own mother, but before he could end his own feeble life he was capture and bound again. The displeasure of their leader was apparent as he repeatedly slapped and beat the small boy. The band began to torture the boy by burning his flesh or cutting wounds and pouring heated liquids in it that stung like a thousand angry wasps.
The boys strength waned with time until he was barely able to lift his own head. His eyes had been burned closed and his body was covered with lacerations and burns. Two of his fingers had been cut from each hand and he was now missing both ears. He barely looked human anymore and he no longer felt it either.
Even with his strength gone, he hated these men for the life they had taken from him and would do anything to get revenge on them. His hatred was so strong, in fact, that it summoned a demon of emense power. The demon offered him an ultimatum. Release his soul to the demon in return for unimaginable power with which he could do anything he pleased, or die a pathetic, useless worm. The boys thoughts wavered none as he imagined the revenge he could take upon these foul men. He spoke out clearly, with a voice riddled with pure hatred and told the demon to grant him the power to get revenge.
Without wasting a second the demon stole the boys soul and infused him with a portion of his power. The boys frail body sizzled and his skin ripped as his arms and legs grew in length. The three remaining fingers on each hand turned to sharpened claws and a dark aura surrounded his body. The boy let out a scream, but it warped and twisted in his throat into a deep roar that resembled nothing human. His insides burst into flames and the cracks in his flesh began to glow like the embers of a fire long since died down. The chains he had been bound with were fused with his body, now even farther from human than before. As the transformation completed, the larger demon said in a booming voice, "Do your bidding, Sinvaer."
Not needing a second offer he hastened forth into the camp of sleeping bandits and murdered them all. When the morning sun came up, not a single one remained alive. Their bodies were strewn across the camp, some barely recognizable, others missing entire limbs. The large demon had long since been gone, but the boy-reborn stood in the center of the camp looking around. His bloodlust wasn't satisfied, but there wasn't anyone left to kill. Another roar split the air as the frustrated demon fell down to his knees.
He was empty now, nothing more than a powerhouse of fire and hatred. He vowed, in that very instance, to find and destroy that demon that had birthed him as this monstrosity and regain his soul. Knowing he would need to become more powerful, he found the Fire Demon Clan and joined them immediately. With their aid he hoped to regain his soul and slay the demon that had taken advantage of his weakness and desires to steal his soul.
Sinvaer is quiet and prefers to be alone most of the time. His hatred extends to everyone, but is strongest for humans and the demon that stole his soul and he will stop at nothing to achieve his goal.
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