Edman Al'Roth grew up the third child of 4 sons born to a nobel family of minor standing. His two oldest brothers where 3 and four years elder to young Edman and made his life a living hell. Jason and marcus were thick as thieves and made thier hobby one of merciless torment of the boy. Day after day the two found new ways to show thier younger brother that he had no standing in house Al'Roth. That is until Edman entered his 14th year.
The year the two elder brothers went to learn the art of the warrior, the slender boy Edman grew....to an imposing 6 ft 2 inches.
The two returned to much fan fair given by thier dotting father and that evening the two druken men found Edman in the hayloft late that evening. The decided to once again have thier fun at the young mans expense and pain. That is until Edman snapped.
The priest were called for the two older boys to mend thier wounds, and Edman changed. A dark spark had started to grow in the boy. One that would smolder.
The tables had turned on the other two boys, and now they tirned thier own kind of brotherly love to Fredrick, the youngest.
Edman convinved himself that he was just taking up for his little brother, that he was merly protecting the weak just like the teachings of Mitra, but each time his fist stuck one of his brothers Edman felt pleasure. Edman convinced himself it was pleasure in doing the right thing., but deep down, that spark grew.
His brothers feared him now. Feared his righteous anger is what he told himself.
His brothers stopped coming home so much after that, leaving him with Fredrick. Edman took it upon himself to teach his brother to defend himself, to fight, and to be strong. At least thats what he told himself. Fredrick may have a different point of view.
