Asking for my history is like asking for me to read you a freakin' novel.. but heck, I'll try to shorten it up.. First off, I wasn't always a dragon, well.. I was but, didn't know it. Anyway, I grew up as a human, with two human parents, you know a normal happy life until that one day when they were killed.. Two drunken soldiers thought that they could get some of my mother.. My father of course objected, and was killed.. They took my mother, I have no idea if she is dead or not.. But I haven't seen or heard of her since then.
Being stripped from my parents forced me to fend for myself. I had to steal, and sometimes kill.. just to get enough food to make it through the week. Killing people didn't sit right with me.. so I left the cities and traveled far into the Forest regions, and actually ended up living better there. Better meat, better shelter. Of course there we problems.. but the whole experience got me really strong overall. I also found a mountainside with an extremely hard metal. Though it took me awhile, but I finally managed to make a sword from it, and I still use it today. Anyhow, on one venture into a nearby town, I heard that the organization that had ruined my life was stationed in the heart of Rhydin's City. I was on the outside of the realms, outer regions you know, so getting there was quite a task, but I was set on getting my revenge..Arriving at the city, I passed by a church that had people FIGHTING in it.. This shocked me. I mean, I am not religious, but you NEVER fight in a church. So I went in to check it out, and luckily the attackers were finished, so they left rather quickly. I made a friend with the person they were kicking the crap out of, and then vowed to a new goal. To protect this church from further destruction. This new goal proved to be extremely difficult to keep.. Never had I seen such madness.. People would come into the church, for the sole purpose of destroying it, oh and killing whoever was inside as well. But I kept my promise, and defended it constantly. One Particular night, a robot came into the church, with the same reasons as everyone else.. Kill everyone, destroy.. etc. This thing was sickeningly strong, nothing we did even dented it, and finally it nearly killed one of my good friends.. This sent me into a rage, and not like a hissy fit, like all out psychotic episode.. I blacked out, but later on I was told that I went berserk, attacking the robot mercilessly with yellow electric blasts from my sword. First off, I didn't even remember any of this, and 2nd, I knew no magic whatsoever, so this was totally new.. Later on, I found my sword was still charged with that mysterious energy, and when I picked it up, I had blacked out again.. and awoke to see a totally exploded tree in front of me. I was told that I had grinned at them.. then pointed at the tree and blew it to hell.. Now while thats no real big deal.. it's totally unlike me, so I began to worry..My worries became reality in the weeks to come.. Day after day I became more easy to enrage, resulting in the same psychotic power, but THIS time I used it on my friends.. Or rather, was about to. Thankfully, every time I was about to attack them, I stopped myself and came back to normal. Finally.. one night I flipped out, and no matter how many times I stopped myself, I kept going.. Scared for my friend's safety, I ran into the neighboring forest. But, being the great friends they are.. they followed me. That was the night that I turned into a dragon.. It was a very painful and demonic looking process.. as I didn't just, poof, change.. I morphed. This didn't solve the problem.. and what basically happened was this new form threw me into schizophrenia.. I had my normal self, and then the demonic black dragon I had become. This lasted for about a month.. Until one of my friends separated me from him.. and we called him "Dark Fox". Dark Fox made my life a living hell.. He did just what I would never want, and was basically a mirror image of myself. This demon ran around.. trying to kill everyone I held dear.. as well as run my name through the mud.. Finally, I killed him, it was a hard battle but my own hatred against him gave me enough strength to win.Things calmed down a little for a few months, as I adjusted to my new form and got settled into a situation where I was handed down command of a Guild called "Fellowship of the Holy Beacon" as well as get a relationship going with a girl by the name of Marie Connor. But I'll describe The guild and my relationship with Marie in a different section.Later on, again, my rage got me into trouble.. A similar situation occurred, my friends were threatened, and I snapped. This time however, I went to a primitive dragon state. vicious, and totally unaware who my friends and enemies were. This became a serious problem.. because after I had gone crazy on the enemy.. I may go nuts on one of my friends.. not knowing better. This lasted awhile.. but eventually, as corny as it sounds, Love brought me back to my normal self. Love from my friends, and from my wonderful girlfriend and future wife. Since then I've had many problems, but many great things as my Married to Marie, and Leading a great guild, but the only other major breakthrough I've had is with my origin. One day.. I was visited.. or rather, ambushed by another black dragon that looked very similar to myself. He kidnapped me.. basically, and brainwashed me.. But with truth. Rax was his name, he told me that I was from a clan of black dragons, evil black dragons, in the North realm from Rhydin. The Zandar clan was a dark hearted race of black dragon's that thrived on misery and human suffering. The humans got sick of this, and started killing off my family. My Father, Kex and my mother, Cey forced a wizard to turn me into a human so that I would be able to shiped out of the realm, unnoticed. Which is how I ended up being human, and was actually adopted. So you see, when I transformed into the black dragon, it wasn't random, it was my true form showing through at last. And the rage I felt was because my human parents had raised me to be a good person, but the evil heritage passed down to me from my true parents, conflicted with that, and drove me insane. Now, getting back to Rax, after he had told me all of this, I felt like I had to follow in the ways of my real family. So I changed, I went black hearted, I went around bent on killing my friends.. For fun. Luckily they were able to overcome Rax, and also snap me out of it. I followed Rax because I wanted a family.. But I really had a family all along. Maybe not bloodline family, but I have a group of friends that I would be honored to be linked to. While it may not mean much, we all consider our relationship at the level of family, and it makes them the family I never had. 
