Dorian appears to be about 20 years of age. A little over 6 feet tall and lean, with piercing grey eyes that miss very little. He is quiet about his family and past.

Memories from my childhood. Those who look into my eyes can see that I have faced unimaginable horror and that I am no stranger to darkness. I prefer the outdoors and small groups of those I consider to be my friends to be around. I don’t run from evil. Evil runs from me. I don’t talk about the things that torment me, usually. I’d rather not burden others with my curse. I refuse to become a victim, and I will not allow others to be victimized. Terrible guilt consumes me. I hope that I can find redemption through my actions. I kill monsters to make the world a safer place, and to exorcise my own demons.

 
It started when I was younger and still had a family. My older brother and sister brought about my love for the outdoors by welcoming the tag along younger sibling to join them on their adventures. Unlike my father, they did not dwell on my bastard half-elven heritage. How I came to be is another story and it is not mine to tell.

 
It was a day like any other as we hiked and camped in the familiar forrests around our homeland. As evening fell, we set camp, pitched our tents and hammocks as it was a glorious summer day and promised a wonderful evening under the stars and moons. It was the most glorious day to be alive. Then it wasn’t

 
The horde of goblins and their Hobgoblin masters found us unprepared. It should have been my watch, but Kelyarus, always the bigger, smarter, stronger brother didn’t wake me for my turn. I should have awoken on my own. The sound of fighting woke me instantly. And froze my soul and muscles. I couldn’t move. My sister, Yllavaris screamed a battle cry that would weaken the knees of the strongest elven fighter. Goblins only laughed at her. From my hammock in the tree, I hear them die. It was not quick. It was not easy. I wanted to die too. I was not allowed that option. When dawn came I found them surrounded by fallen creatures I later learned were goblins and one of their Hobgoblin masters. As I prayed for death, Mielikki answered my prayer. Not with the answer I wanted. But as I came to learn with the answer I needed.

 
My life which until that moment had ceased to have any meaning or future was galvanized into a sharp focus that would direct the rest of my days. Goblins and their ilk were abominations and to that end they needed to be eradicated. I left them all were they fell and I never returned home.

I changed my name and wandered the land to find training were I could. My elven half helped me perfect some skill in ranged attacks. The cold fire that burns inside of me drove me to find and kill my favored enemy. Goblins. Their vileness spurs me to a controlled heated rage that makes them fall to my arrows and sword as wheat before a scythe. I will never stop. And after this entry into my diary, I will never speak of this again.