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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Yttermayn" data-source="post: 6108552" data-attributes="member: 31390">Updated char background including more specific elements requested.[sblock=Yarvok Background]Yarvokis pragmatic to the point of ruthlessness. At the age of 16, much tohis mothers delight, his warlock powers began to manifest. He had noidea who his father was. His mother was a witch, living out herexistence and raising her son in the sheltering embrace of a darkforest. Yarvok had never really had any interest in the dark arts hismother continuously pressed him towards, but ultimately, she won thatlittle contest of will. One day, as he was doing his favoriteactivity, (target shooting with a crossbow he had been given for hisbirthday) his mother approached him. He ignored her as was his usualresponse, until her hand came to rest gently on his hip. "Such ahandsome young man..." she started. Yarvok paused, his aimingeye rolling to glance back at her as she pressed herselfuncomfortably close. "Have I ever told you of your father? Hisname is -" Yarvok never heard the rest. Baleful images suddenlyclouded his mind and his eyes. In them, he saw his mother, muchyounger than she was now. She was speaking in a foul soundinglanguage to a dark, man shaped figure. Two pinpoints of white hotlight emanated from where the figures eyes should have been. Thefigure held out a piece of parchment. His mother drew a small bladeand sliced her wrist, dribbling it on the parchment and smearing theblots into an arcane mark. The dark figure then rolled up theparchment and consumed it. The scene then changed, and now his motherwakes in the middle of the night, finding a dark and familiar shapestanding at the end of her bed. In an instant, the figure is on her,and Yarvok understands what he's seeing to be the night of hisconception. Through inborn infernal logic, he comes to understand thenature of the deal struck by his mother: She sold the soul of her yetunmade child to some abyssal being.She sold HIS soul. Hisfury overwhelmed him and he lashed out, not with his body, but withthe arcane fire that seethed within him! He heard a deep, resonant,and thou roughly vile laughter in his mind, and when his visioncleared, his mother lay before him - dead. The same voice soundedagain "The deal is struck, son. You got the power, and youdelivered me her soul. She should have realized you cannot sellsomeone else’s soul. You only succeed in damning your own. Revengeis sweet, and never again will she use my true name to bind me to herpetty pursuits!" The presence in his mind faded completely,leaving Yarvok alone with his dead mother.Feeling ambivalent andstunned, Yarvok sat there in the dirt beside the body for a longwhile. Finally, the pragmatic part of his brain took over and hebegan the task of burying her. He wasn't terribly afraid ofretribution from local officials; they only came this far out once ayear to collect taxes. Nonetheless, he had no desire to stay in thisplace any longer. He scavenged what goods he could from the cottagehe'd lived most of his life in, shoved a burning stick from thefireplace up into the thatch of the roof, and headed out the door.Yarvok is a darkly handsome youth with a sardonic sense of humor, which wins him chuckles from others and ire from the target of his humor. He has rapidly learned to be unsurprised at the attention he receives from females. Men have also occasionally tried to get close to him. They are quickly rebuffed though, rarely taking more than a glance of a hellfire-lit eye to get the message. Yarvok’s angsty, teen bad boy personality combined with his smoldering good looks have gotten him both into and out of several situations. One such situation involved a lonely merchant’s wife in a port city, bored and with too much idle time on her hands. Yarvok returned once again to sup from his sugarmomma, but she was no where to be found. He had a bad feeling that maybe they'd been found out or worse. The transaction of services and goods between them had netted him enough money to buy passage on a ship to Stormreach and a few meals, and he skipped town without ever finding out what had happened.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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