Aecmald was born and raised in Vel Anir as part of a wealthy merchant family. They had his entire life stippled out from the moment he could crawl around as a toddler. He did not seem to have magic in any way, shape or form. He'd be a merchant just as his father and through his connections they'd keep growing the family's wealth, until they finally would be able to gain a noble title for themselves.

It was not meant to be.

While playing in his room his parents heard a shrill yell. By the time they ran into his room the future they had planned for him was over. At first it wasn't clear, until they realized... the room was devoid of shadows. When they picked up their little child, they realized his once unmarred skin was darker now. Branded with shadowy angles and geometrical lines along his arms.

The Dreadlords came calling soon after.

The majority of his youth was spent forgetting about his parents, his family and their perfectly laid-out plans. Instead Aecmald became a warrior. A weapon to serve the city of Vel Anir and its citizens. He came to be quite proficient at the rapier, preferring quick athleticism and speed over pure strength.

Now his time for graduation was approaching and Aec was anticipating it greatly.

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