Thaddeus and Marla Thatcher were match made in Hell. A mutually abusive couple that had no earthly reason for being with one another. There was no love in their marriage and it felt more obligatory once the conception of young Emery. His presence made no difference in their toxicity when he finally arrived. The sad little family lived in a slum of Alliria that was compact and depressing. Both Thaddeus and Marla were horrible alcoholics that paid little to no attention to Emery in his formative years. The most interaction he would receive would be scoldings and even some atrocious physical abuse on worse evenings.

Due to these conditions Emery spent a great deal of time in the streets with other wayward kids. By thirteen he was picking pockets and hanging in the windows of neighborhood girls rather than being home basically every night. His family had practically stopped taking care of him and especially feeding him. He made due by hunting in the outskirts of the city or robbing markets with his ever growing swiftness. Emery was forced to survive, and he did so well.

At the end of that year, something peculiar and horrifying took place.

When Emery was home for once in a blue moon. The time was around 3am. The streets were silent. As most nights, a brutal argument took place between Emery and his father. His mother stayed quiet and drunk in the corner taking no sides. As the altercation almost became violent a loud thud came to the door. Thaddeus removed himself from striking Emery to open the door. He was met with an arrow in his head. Emery watched his father hit the floor dead and felt relief. His mother sprung up and screamed in terror when she saw who stood at their door.

Five men in purple robes that bore matching demonic symbols looked through shadowed hoods into the poor family's house. A barrage of arrows in the mouth and throat silenced Emery's mother and he remained frozen, unsure of how to react to this shock his brain was dealt. The men grabbed Emery and despite his kicking and fighting they bound him to a chair with rope. One man revealed a grimoire of some sort and began chanting. Another pulled out a sacrificial dagger and a cloth.

The man started to carve into Emery's chest and covered his screams with the cloth. Eventually the man with the tome finished his chant and Emery's new found scarring began to burn, heavily. He faded into unconsciousness.

When Emery awoke, he was freed and in the streets he'd known so well. He could hear the bustle of guards hunting after his name for the "murder of his family." Though he knew himself innocent he couldn't trust the authorities. He fled. Not far, but he fled. He wasn't well known. It would be easy for him to hide.

As he traveled to Vel Anir, he stopped by a pond to clean himself a bit. He peered into the water and noticed his eyes had changed from brown to violet.

He now lives as a thief in Vel Anir. Completely oblivious to the changes that have occured to him...