Bladebound Magus/(Slayer or Vigilante (Serial Killer) not sure which yet)

​Mynor was always missing something. Missing out on something. There was a hole in his life. No matter what he filled it with, it was never enough. Not the best things in life, not adventure, certainly not charity, could fill this pit within him. All the company and pleasures could not fulfill him. It was torture. Always starving and never satiated. And how he hungered. He craved and he lusted. He coveted and envied. But all that changed. He heard it whisper to him. Softly, promising him wonders untold. All he needed to do was pick it up. Touch it. Caress it. Let it grow warm in his hand. He saw the edge smile back at him. It pulled to him and he went. Intoxicated by its promises. How could it have been out of his sight for so long? What he needed was always waiting for him. He just needed to reach it....
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​Silverlight (Black Blade) was always missing something. Missing out on something. There was a cage it could not understand. It was trapped, bound, and no matter how it tried it could not break free. Its struggles went unheard. It screamed for release. Called for anything to take it away. But nothing and no one would hear it. Alone in the darkness, cold, empty. Needing the warmth it so desperately craved. It needed it. And then all that changed. Someone heard. And so it whispered. Unsure if it was happening or just a trick. Promising, bargaining, pleading, anything to make it reality. And there it was. Warmth. Such warmth. And him. So empty, so needy, so willing. So weak. Never again. No more will I dwell in the darkness. No more will the cold chill my essence. No more will I be haunted by emptiness. No more will blackness be my life. Life. Precious life. So full of wonders. At last I am free and I will have it all. Every last drop.
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​Since coming into contact with Silverlight, Mynor's personality has all but been consumed by the blade. He lovingly dotes upon it, careful of its every need and desire, ensuring it is well taken care of and frequently talks to it. Silverlight has drunken deeply of what it can from Mynor and revels in its newfound life. It took on a new title, calling itself Life's Whisper. It seeks new "wonders" for it to experience and has taken a liking to being kept warm. Whether that means it is held, kept close to a fire or drenched in fresh life matters not to the blade. The blade understands now the limitations it faces and takes gleeful pleasure in using Mynor to fulfill its wishes. It has heard of the troubles facing House Thrune and feels that the conflict is a perfect opportunity for new wonders and has set out to savor all it can.