Mentality
Personal history
Most people who ask about my background expect me to know my family back round. Truth is I can't say I know my father.
From what my mother told me, he was a “Handsome Dark Knight.” They spent a beautiful evening together after he saved her… though she never told me from what. Just that it was some monstrous creature, and that he was protecting the village. Supposedly, they stayed together until we were about four years old.
And when I say “we,” I mean me and my twin brother, Kiba. We know he was around for at least a while because we have a little sister, Ishizu, who’s two years younger than us.
Our mom did her best raising us on her own until we turned ten. That’s when everything changed.
Some people attacked our home raiders, cultists, I’m still not sure I saw them from a Distance wore black and blue cloaks. But as they got closer right before mom grab me, I saw a strange glowing symbol on their clocks… a magical hand etched in some arcane pattern.
Mom got me and Ishizu to safety in a hidden room protected against magic and detection. Ishizu was crying I held her close as we listened to the chaos outside. Mom was trying to find Kiba. The next sounds we heard were magical blasts… and my brother’s voice shouting in the middle of it all.
We stayed hidden, hoping someone would come. Hoping mom would open the door.
The next morning, the door we open. That’s when we found The worst scene. Kiba was gone. Mom was dead placed on her bed and looked like they'd done some kind of ritual. I shielded Ishizu eyes and ran out of there
After that, we were placed in an orphanage. Ishizu and I lived there for the next four years. I protected her. I survived. And from that day forward, my only goal was to get strong enough to never let something like that happen again.
The next four years passed in a blur. My little sister, Ishizu, joined the Church of Palor . She loved healing and helping people, and protecting them just came naturally to her. Of the three of us siblings, she has the least amount of devil heritage honestly, most people just think she’s human. Her skin’s only a shade darker than average, and while she has the same beautiful red hair as Kiba and me, she doesn’t have fangs or glowing eyes, even when she’s angry. No pointed ears, either.
The only real magical trait she inherited from our father is the ability to generate electricity and resist it. That’s about it.
While she was committing herself to the church, I got into a fight with some older boys who were bullying the younger orphans. I didn’t hesitate to jump in. One of them even set a dog on the kids. I reacted instinctively, conjuring a patch of darkness to disorient the dog, then tied it up using some rope hanging from a nearby bar.
That was when I met Renard Sedro, an old elf who had been watching the whole thing. He was impressed not just by my courage, but by my quick thinking. He introduced himself and told me he’d been looking for a pupil. I told him the only thing I cared about was taking care of my little sister. He offered to adopt us both, but Ishizu was committed to the Church. Still, she promised we’d see each other as often as possible, and that was good enough for me.
So, I agreed.
At first, I thought it would be cool learning new skills, maybe becoming an adventurer. Little did I know, Renard’s idea of training involved preparing me to hunt dragons. Not the wild, mindless beasts that terrorize villages but the legendary kind. The ones from myths. Sentient. Intelligent. Dangerous.
I thought he was insane.
But what he taught me? It was brilliant. I learned swordplay, marksmanship, crafting… all kinds of techniques. For six years, I trained under him, growing stronger every day. I even started creating my own gear because that was something else he taught me: if you’re willing to build and design things yourself, you can go beyond the standard. Every creature, every plant, every material has unique properties. If you understand them, you can forge something truly yours. And crafting? It just felt right. Like it was in my blood.
One day, during a field mission, Renard brought me along to learn tactics against goblins—because they’ll do anything to kill you. He had me scouting the tunnels solo as a test. That’s when I saw him.
Kiba.
He was alive and he wasn’t alone. He stood beside a devil… and one of those damned cultists. I walked up in disbelief. He greeted me like nothing had changed.
I asked him what he was doing. His reply chilled me: he was planning to unlock his full potential… to become a full-fledged devil.
I told him he was crazy. That we are who we are, and that’s enough.
But then he gave me that look. The same one we always shared before a fight when we wanted to test each other. We clashed, magic and steel, brother against brother. He was stronger. He could channel magic directly into his weapon. He beat me. He could’ve killed me.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he leaned in close and whispered, “If you really think you’re right, get stronger, brother. Then we’ll see which one of us is right.”
After that, I begged my master to teach me how to fight devil. He didn’t know much, but we started researching and training anyway. I told Ishizu what happened. She went pale… then told me to never speak of Kiba again. To her, he was dead. And maybe she was right. Maybe he is the reason Mom’s gone.
I trained for another year. Master said it was time. He told me to head to the capital—to start my own journey. To build my name, my tools, my story.
He gave me my first pistol. A gift to start the road ahead. Along with it, the first sword I ever crafted—nothing fancy, but it was mine, forged with the techniques he taught me.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Renard Sedro Master and adopted father thought little strange and off for High Elf
Family Ties
Mom Dead
Dad Uknow
Kiba twin bother with cutus and demon rival Magus
Ishizu 2 year yonger sister in the Church of Helreginn clearic loveing and caring