Clarent Burns Ioannes

Name: Ioannes Rothenin'Ust Ariverthicha Nephilimus
Faction: Scions of the Dragon Queen
Race: Demi Human
Class: Warrior/Tank/ Novice Shadow Magi/ Novice Dragon Magi
History: I was told by my Drow Mistress that I was traded to her when I was a baby by my parents for safe passage through the Underdark but that she killed them anyways. I could tell she was lying, or hiding something else, and she knew I knew, which was the first clue I was more than I seemed. Over the years, she taught mr basic slave stuff like letters, how to slide the knife so it kills almost instantly, how to lie, and so on and so forth. She used my quick learning to help her advance in rank and by the time I was 10, she was already an important Drow Matron within the city and region. By 10, most slaves had already killed several people, but she wanted to save the kill so both of us could feel more satisfaction from it. It was surely a coincidence that at this point, a foreign cleric had come to my Mistress' court and asked for her permission, and in effect, patronage, to preach in her parts of the city. My Mistress obviously could not give her patronage to a heretic, but she had a more devious idea and imprisoned him. Afterwards, she actually bathed me in clean water, full of holy oils and aromatics and such, gave me a set of actual robes with the symbol of her house upon it, and then, she handed me a ritual dagger I had seen her use to make sacrifices with. She dictated that for my initiation into her house as an official Servant, I must kill the priest with the dagger before the start of the imperial work day. I walked down into his cell, to find him sitting there on top of his chained legs, looking at me almost as if he expected me. I moved towards him slowly, with the knife in front of my chest, as he smiled up at me, not moving or changing his expression until I was right in front of him, when he moved his hand up to cup my cheek, as if to say, "I forgive you." I dropped the knife there and just cried in his shoulder while he hugged me for about 15 minutes before drying my eyes and talking to him. We talked until the very end, about my life, about his life, and then, about his god.

 He claimed to come from a far away land, and that his god was so great, he was all the elements and all the realms combined. As opposed to most gods, he only had one son, the one maiden he mated with pure of heart. Their child went around performing all sorts of miracles and gathered a great following, before his son sacrificed himself to take upon the worlds sins so we wouldn't have to suffer them in the afterlife. I asked him if it was really true, and he told me that it was as true as I wanted it to be, and that only by accepting God and Jesus Christ into my heart could I ever find the answer. We went on and on about the tenets of his religion, until the time had come. I told him I would beg the Matron for forgiveness, that I would offer my own life instead, but he refused. He took his book he had read from out of his robes and handed it to me, asking that I preach the word in his stead. He told me that I was a better man than he ever was, that only a fine man such as I could possibly spread the word here, and that one day, I would become a great man who realized his destiny. I accepted, of course, as such a man coming from no where and saying all this stuff to a 10 year old boy was surely divine providence. As I agreed, a few tears fell from his eyes that he quickly wiped with his thumb. It seemed like he had just realized or remembered something at that point as well, as he then wiped a few more tears from his eyes and made a mark across my forehead with his thumb. He said some sort of blessing upon me, and then stated that from that point on, my name would be Ioannes Nephilimus. I had no idea what those words meant, I only understand the first one now, but I started crying again, this time with a smile upon my face. I gave him a quick, painless death, before cutting his heart out and bringing it to my mistress. He died with a smile. My Mistress congratulated me and rewarded me with titles, finery, and even better lodgings. She also, with the same knife still hot with blood, carved her personal sigil into my forehead, to show all, even those of her own house, that I was hers. As a personal servant, I became intimate with her quite often, which I think might be the reason she never threw away the book the priest gave me, as I'm sure she knew I was quite into when I would yell prayers as she whipped me harder during the beginning. Eventually I grew used to the increase in pain and it was perhaps this, that helped her make the decision to sell me when I became 12.

 Having been sent to kill a lot more people, my Mistress made leaps and bounds in her advancement, becoming in the top five for most powerful persons in the entire region. At this point, her household was bloated and she had gained much renown, enough renown to attract my future master, Imperatrix The Magnificent. Imperatrix has been around for at least half of the Dragon Queen's reign, and he got his nickname as a mockery from other jealous dragon, though humanoid races took it as as sign of his greatness. So when he came to my Mistress' realm, he was given all sorts of trinkets and gold and such, but he rejected all, only asking for a learned servant to take as his own. When presented with the other slaves, he looked us over till he got to me and immediately chose me, offering quite a large sum. Even then, the Mistress was distraught over giving away her best and favorite servant, haggling the price a 1/5th up from the original offer before begrudgingly agreeing. It was a heartfelt goodbye, the Mistress even crying a tear for me, before my possessions were gathered and I flew off with Archon Imperatrix to his mountain fortress. Archon Imperatrix taught me all kinds of things that the Mistress never taught me, such as how to smith tools and repair armor, actually wear the armor and line up in formation with other people, how to work with people in general without trying to kill somebody they know, and even some of his magics. My innate skill was quickly recognized and my usefulness led him to give me the nickname, Ariverthicha.

 For eight years he taught me all sorts of things, basically raising me as a son. He knew about my faith and he didn't seem to care at all, only telling me to keep it to myself, which was especially important when the war was announced and he enrolled me in the army. Others had made concerns of his allegiance to the Dragon Queen and the Emperor, which truly he didn't care that much for either, but needed to show his commitment if he wanted to stay where he was. He sent a large chunk of his levies to the army to prove his loyalty and sent me with them, stating that I needed this to mature and start advanced learning. My natural talent and skills I learned from my mentors allowed me to survive easily during the training and during the battles leading up to the failure that was the so-called Rape of The Seventh. We were lucky in that, our unit was assigned in as support and we weren't forced to charge and get decimated, staying at the back and watching the slaughter. My comrades were ready to run, but because of my taking over of leadership, I was able to save a lot of my retreating comrades and I was promoted in recognition of this. At 7'6" and still growing, many of my comrades look up to me, which makes me nervous as I had never been in a position of power before. Also, in congruence with my faith, I worry I will fail them or make them turn upon each other. My faith makes it hard to lead these men against the innocents, but in order to protect them and our way of life, I will do what is necessary.
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