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I was born into a rather high class family. I grew up on Freyeon, surrounded by magic and wonder. I was always a happy child - I grew up not knowing what would become of my future. But one thing I knew for sure when I was a child. . . was that I wanted power. Lots. And lots. Of power. I was surrounded by power and wealth as a child, so it was always assumed that I deserved the best. I am the best. I never had many friends, after quickly learning that people only would stick to me because of my family's wealth. I was quickly familiar with the poorer folk around me. Whether they had more money than my family did or less, I would always be scolded from my mother to at least be courteous to those. It would be impolite to rub your fortune unto others She would always pester to me. Heh. . . I did love my mother though. She was a kind woman and my father was a rich capitalist. You would probably assume that I was much closer to my father than my mother - which you are rightfully correct. Sure my mother wanted me to be an honest young man with using her skills as a witch to teach me white magic to help others. On the other hand, my contrasting father would always allow me to play with black magic. At the age of fourteen, I discovered my love for harnessing the power of both black and white magic.

Like most families that could afford, I was allowed to be schooled. I never made friends as I was known only as my father's son. They wanted money that they had no right to have. Hell, so do I. But there was only a single witch I'd spare my time for. Being the flamboyant young lad I was, I wanted to impress her. Delores Oh how her name would roll off the tip of your tongue ever so sweetly. It was a simple trick really, making a dead bouquet come back to life. Though my simple magic had failed and turned my bouquet of flowers into snakes - one of the many symbols of the devil. I hadn't noticed the sudden change in the flowers and the snakes had lept onto my beloved Delores's cheeks, injecting her with their poison. Of course, I was devastated and could no longer stand the sight of magic despite being surrounded by it where ever I went. Rather than coping, I threw myself into my work and helping my father with his business. Oh how I live for power over others. . .

Once my father grew old and fail, he died. All of his wealth was given one other to. . . my brother/. How could I forget my beloved brother. . . . The fool could not run a company when all he did was charity work. Christopher. . . What ever happened to my dear brother? What would happen to me!? He was more of a walking bronze plate than a high class warlock father and mother raised me. I was always the center of attention and yet - I was left out of the will and I was left with no power. Somehow. . . I had to regain this power I so desperately desired.

I worked my way back onto the top, using my magic to remove anybody in my way. I was already easily accepted into the political powers of Freyeon. Unfortunately. . . the place I grew up in already had a king. So I searched elsewhere. I was never a fan of people truely. . . But if I am allowed to take power over them. . . I'd take it. To be honest. I really dont give a damn about the people of Triren. But as long as I can lounge around in the money I tax them. . . . I really dont care what happens to them.