Sometimes the apple is simply bad.

Growing up in Seringale to wealthy parents, Rheac has became quite accustomed to the well-to-do very quickly in life. His mother, a young successful trader from Timaran, insisted on him being raised in the most proper ways. Rheac flourished in this environment. He quickly learned that it wasn't how you thought, or what you did, but how you made others perceive those things. The filthiest action could easily be shuffled, buffed, and made to shine with a few simple lies and non-truths. At the age of eight he was permitted outside the city walls (within reasonable proximity) without any of his teachers or parents. He quickly turned to the woods as a source of excitement and imagination. His favorite games were the traps. Trying to outwit the local forest creatures in to whatever scheme of a fallout he could create. Catching the animals was almost as fun, being able to work them however he wanted. Oh how difficult it was to keep some of them alive! And how he loved the effort. The locals started to complain about the rabbits they found. Staked to the ground with half their skin peeled back, clearly having been alive when the skinning was taking place.

The crime.

At the age of twelve, Rheac had become quite accustomed to people bidding to his will. He was quickly and easily tainted with the idea that he was simply better than most of the people in the world. The woods were still a love of his. He romped through them daily, growing bored with the animals of the forest that were far too easy to catch, torture and kill. Occasionally Rheac would bring one of his parents' bidders (a form of servant) out with him, showing how to set traps, his favorite spots, and some of the other things he learned during his years in the woods. One of these times, Kiuy (the bidder) decided to see if he could set his own trap, trying his hand at one of the small spiked clamps Rheac had shown him how to make. Excited to show his young master his handiwork, he called for the young man. Rheac came and unknowingly stepped on the trap. His foot was pierced in several places, and this was the first that someone else had made him bleed. Rheac pounced on him. His roar of rage was terrible, and his ferocity even worse. First he broke Kiuy's arm, snapping it cleanly at the elbow. He gouged his thumbs in to both of Kiuy's eyes, blinding him and causing immense pain. Rheac tied the young bidder up and considered what he was going to do with the moaning peasant. Without much thought he staked him to the ground and slowly peeled him. Taking great care not to break the underlying tissue so the bidder wouldn't bleed to death. Rheac had him nearly peeled before he was discovered. A happenstance of the guards looking for a bandit in the woods led them to where they were. Rheac was arrested and jailed, being released by bribe on his seventeenth birthday. His parents expected him to stop doing these supposedly awful things. That they weren't going to stop loving him. That they would do anything that was necessary to FIX him. Well. To hell with that.