From the beginning, life was not kind. Son of a wealthy land owner and
young female prostitute, by the age of five turned slave to tend the
property and lands. Along with two older siblings, day in and day out,
working their hands to the bone in order to recieve their daily meal,
merely in order to survive. Beshenta and Selvania were twins, siblings
to Havazura and elder to him by six years each. In addition to being
beaten whenever his father, Voldredak, was on the drink, his sisters
would often receive far worse treatment. Over the years both of the
twin sisters had brought children into the world, though Voldredak saw
to it that they had a short life. Over the years through confusion
and an ever growing hatred for his father, Havazura's sympathy for his
sisters turned to a rage far more sinister than hate. From these times
a part of his very soul was taken from him, never to return. After he
had turned eleven years of age, the treatment of his sisters had become
so vile by not just that of his father, but those willing to pay his
father the right price. The attention had shifted slowly, yet over the
years, it would be Havazura left alone and only his sisters to suffer
the dark desires in the souls of those who sought to torment. Freedom
had been the only hope, though from the absence of any attention, even
the lashings or beatings he had been victim to over the years had begun
to be missed. The hope of freedom had vanished, as the realization set
in that there would be no escape from this hell.
Unknown even to his own self, the following years Havazura spent with
a fierce focus on grueling and harsh labor, often to the point of total
exhaustion and complete functional shut down of his mind and body. The
horrors he and his siblings had been subjected to during their youth
had corrupted Havazura's mind, leaving him prone to blackouts and the
loss of memories or moments of time. Unbeknownst to his own self, there
exist a growing need within him to kill his siblings, in order to grant
them as well as himself a sliver of peace. It would be shortly after
his fifteenth day of birth that he heard whispering amongst other slaves
about the torture and violation that claimed the life of Selvania, after
she tried to resist and cut Voldredak with a hidden knife. From this
moment large portions of time were lost to Havazura. He sought out his
father whom had not even offered him a glance over the five years since
passed. It was within the cellar of his father's Mansion, in a hidden
sideroom where Havazura found them. His other sister Beshenta bleeding
to death from stab wounds, along with his father standing over her with
madness in his eyes. What remained of Voldredak afterwards was not a
human body, as the majority of his organs were carved out and several
femur bones and skull removed, the remaining pile of skin and blood was
left for the rats. Before working on dissecting his father's very much
living body, Havazura had granted Beshenta the sliver of peace they had
both hoped they would find by removing her head.
Little word would follow him of the massacre he left behind, as little
attention was paid before so would little attention remain. The slaves
as well as any of the men that laid hands on his sisters were granted
the gift of death, though several of them took days or weeks to reach
that destination. After leaving what was never really his home, travel
on the road became a familiar feeling and one that would stay close to
Havazura. He sought out his birth mother within the city of Darkhaven,
putting her out of her misery once and for all, granting himself yet
another sliver of peace. From this time, a void of illness crept into
his body and mind, ever so slowly eating at what humanity, sanity, or
health remained. Eventually his travels would lead him to a mercenary
bandit encampment, where after proving himself worthy in a deathmatch
found the group to be a rather worthy fit. As they roamed and pillaged
lands, taking what they would and doing as they please, Havazura would
eventually hear word of the Dark-Knights. The only remaining desire
would be curing the illness that grips his very soul, a release from
the purgatory that has claimed him. After leaving the bandit mercenary
group, Havazura headed to take his place in the guild of Dark-Knights.
Description:
A lengthy scar runs across the left side of his neck around to the center of his throat, immediately catching notice. Dark hazel eyes stare out unfocused, void. Sharp grey brows rest straight across his eyes, revealing little if any expression. Two thick tattoo markings are seen vertically on the right side of his face, each done in an assortment of dark reds, blues and black. Each tattoo is a hollow bar with a black border, filled with mysterious symbols and markings. A dark half-mask made of a cloth material covers the lower portion of the tattoos, as well as his nose and the lower half of his face, hanging just below his chin in a point. The mask ties up behind his head in several knots, also covering up his ears on the sides of his head. Short, dark grey hair stands messily upon his head, spiked upward and slanting back slightly. Below six feet in height, with an average though slender build. An ever so slight slouch in his posture, though despite this his head faces straight forward, as well as his gaze. Covering his body is a fitted dark hooded cloak, overtop whichever other attire he may wear. A dark red liquid drips thickly from a metal chain with large links which hangs a foot below his left hand, most likely wrapped around his left arm inside the sleeve of his cloak.