Drace is a member of the Kross family. Yes,
that Kross family. The family that has built their fame on hunting everything: Undead, Demons, Dragons, Lycanthropes, chances are if you can think of it a Kross family member somewhere has it mounted on a wall (Or safely stored in a sanctified vase, submerged in a box of Holy Water). Drace is the newest generation Hunters striking out into the world to make a name for himself.
Born in the city of Caliphas, in the ancestral home of the Kross family, Drace caught no break in his early life, as soon as he was old enough to hold a sword, he was training. From running miles while carrying bricks, to being doused in freezing cold water while doing push ups in the snow. The Kross family was brutal, they had to be, for their enemies lurked in every corner. It wasn’t uncommon for a cousin to never be heard from again, or even worse – when a cousin returned, as a turned vampire and had to be destroyed.
Where normal children would play quietly with a toy set, Drace and his cousins would be chased through a home designed obstacle course by a slightly unhinged uncle (what do you mean that's real alchemist fire?!). So seriously did the family take their training, one year instead of receiving a simple toy for a birthday, Drace was given a Ghast’s corpse along with a knife, a quaint card attached had ‘Have fun!’ written on it.
Drace originally met Professor Lorrimor a few years ago, on his first expedition into the wilds of Ustalav. The Professor’s research had indicated a cache of some sort, leading back to the Whispering Tyrant’s day that he had hoped remained untouched. The expedition proceeded quickly and without any delay, and after a few days of excavation a cavern hopefully leading to the cache was unearthed. Despite the speed, the Professor was impatient, and forced his way into the cave the moment it was opened, leaving Drace scrambling to grab his sword and shield to follow him. It was only by luck Drace was able to catch up to the Professor in time, while everyone was expecting the cache to contain weapons or magical tomes, they didn’t expect for it to be filled with undead! Thankfully the years had weakened the undead, and Drace was able to dispatch them with little difficulty, it didn’t change the amount of praise heaped onto his shoulders by the ever thankful Professor, who promised to never again rush head long into dark caves!
On hearing of the Professor’s death, Drace was saddened to hear that the man had passed, but ever more confused that he was included in the will. Taking a moment to pack his things, he set out to pay his last respects.
