Darven was born in the slums of a large city, his father an alcoholic and his mother a prostitute. Darven accepted it as life - his father succumbed to his desires and his mother did what she could to sustain them. The church of Mitra, as they do, assisted what they could of such poor areas, but all the wealth in the world could not help those who did not wish to help themselves. His father remained a drunkard, and threw away any wealth they had. Darven grew up under his abuse, struck with fear but inwardly demanding his revenge.
Darven began to fall in with a gang of others who lived in the slums, whether for safety or some sense of belonging, who spoke of rejecting of Mitra, and that the god was holding them back. The gang was wrought with secrecy, weary of inquisitors of the holy church. Darven joined them, weary of their motives, but found himself more indoctrinated to their ideas the more he stood with them. Why did they have to live in poor conditions, if Mitra was so good? Why were they cursed with cruel parents that did not care for them? Why did they have to struggle to survive?
The gang was by no means powerful - but they were an effective group in the slums, beating and stealing from those just as poor as they were. It was never much - save for the richer saps who wandered too far in - but Darven found himself content simply in the act, that now he was above those he fought. He humiliated fallen friend and foe alike, encouraging others around him to do the same.
It was this anger and devotion to hate that seemed to bring the dark powers to Darven - they came in an instant, appearing to him in the dead of night, as if some being had laid them in his hands. He took them as a sign that he was correct, that the time of Mitra was past, and soon, people such as him would rule. Entering the city, he placed himself in the town square, shouting profanities and curses to Mitra, speaking of the coming of a new age upon which a new god, one of darkness, would rule.
The city guard immediately struck him unconscious, cutting his rant short. The trial was swift - it was clear Darven had committed Heresy, but each member of the court attempted to sway him to the ways of Mitra, to at least be forgiven by him for his crimes. Darven, his gag removed for this purpose, once again spilled curses for the god, and thereafter, remained silent. The punishment was to be death; the holding, Branderscar. Now, slowly, Darven approaches his doom.
