Born a half orc meant pain from day one. Being hated by humans and exiled by elves meant I have been looking after myself. I am always being hunted by the Imperial Elves who want to send a message that leaving the Conclave is evil. Being beaten and scarred my whole life has left me hardened and cold both inside and out. Now I travel the wild looking for my next fight.

I've managed to escape the high elven bounty hunters, staying one step ahead of them at all times. I don't trust any of the Imperial Elves. As far as I can tell, they are murderous monsters who just want to take and consume as much as they can leaving just the scraps for the rest of us. Recently, the Arcane Academy in Blackangel has given me a place I can call home - at least for now. There, I'm learning more about the wild magic that accompanies my rage. Perhaps I'm a powerful mage and I just don't know it yet?