*RolePlaying Character Background Thread*

[Motenai_Ronin]

For now I'll place this here as a start in the right direction

~Lord Jugger~
The dark lord wasn't always this way. Before desperate circumstances shrouded his eyes from the light forever, the dark lord was once a humble goat herder off the fields of Yuno.

His days were spent tending to his early-geriatric parents and making a small living raising and selling goats for wool/meat.

However in this young boys heart a yearning for a broader life was brewing every day. One night he snuck away in the dark, leaving his parents snoring peaceably.

Following the mild light from the north and south moons, the boy stumbled over rocky pastures until he came to the brink of festering civilization - the night scape of Einbroch. The neon lights of the strip lit up the surrounding area. Blinded by the spectacle the boy tripped and rolled down the hillside, scratching his knees and elbows while he tucked his limbs in as he was told in spontaneous combustion drills.

A while later, gathering his bloody bruised self off of the ground, the boy walked towards the red lights. As he was standing by the main road, a patrol unit rolled down in full escort. The boy stood ogling as prostitutes and peddlers were plucked off street corners and others ran quickly from the stun guns and night sticks of the men in suits.

Unbeknownst to the boy, from behind him a dark cloaked figure dragged him into the shadow of a clammy dripping alley. The boy tried to scream and resist, but a firm hand clamped over his mouth. Shorty after, the boy began to lose consciousness and as the lights faded in his eyes, the boy heard gentle whispers in his ears.

5 years later, the boy, now a fully grown man, runs the underground thugs union inside Inner City, Einbroch - the foulest den of debauchery and organized crime this side of Rune-Midgard. Yet in this boy, beat a climbing note of remorse. However a healthy dose of power-hording and tyranny quenched that thought, at least for the moment.