History
What started with a simple bar brawl and a broken bottle gash along his arm ended in a dark back alley of Ravok with strong hands around a feminine neck. As her lips slowly turned blue, he realized it was true love. Life would never be the same for him from that day on.
That was where his story truly started, but he’d come into existence years before.
Clement Reijnder was born to a wealthy family - a wealth that was built on the backs of the slaves they traded and sold. An only child and a golden son at that, Clement was afforded the best education. He tended to ignore it and shrug off his studies. He was given the finest slaves any breed had to offer, eager to please and trained to perfection. Still he beat them unmercifully.
His mother cried uncontrollably. His father turned a blind eye as best he could.
What Clement did have an interest in was fighting. Not so much fighting, though, as causing others to feel pain and suffer. Brawling was just a means to an end; it was a delightful diversion away from the gilded cage he kept slipping through the bars of.
Eventually, though, his father began to worry that his poor mother was going to have a nervous breakdown over the young man of 25 not seeming to be what they had hoped. While he took a small interest in the family business, he had no prospects for marriage, no aspirations for higher education, no focus on the future. His father tired of paying for medical and healing bills brought about by Clement’s constant broken bones and the unsavory side effects of his favorite pastime.
An ultimatum was given. He was either to shape up or get out of his parents house. The strange thing was the man decided to take the middle road. He took it upon himself to begin seriously working within the family business, leading him eventually to Sunberth.
The anarchy of the place vexed him. While considered by his blood relatives to be a free spirit, he was still the offspring of structure. He spent three miserable years in Sunberth simply squandering most of his money on alcohol and women, getting into as many fights as possible, and occasionally going over the slaves brought in to be transported elsewhere.
It finally got to him. He had to leave. His father demanded he come home. Clement, on the other hand, had different plans.
The plans took him south to Ahnatep.