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About Imfazl

Imfazl had a normal childhood with two loving parents until he hit puberty. This is the magical time in all young men's lives where their body begins to change. For Imfazl, it was a bit too magical. His skin began to get darker and thicken up. One day while his mom was cooking a potion for one of her customers Imfazl decided to reach into the fire to adjust some logs. Imfazls mother quickly shouted "Imfazl! What on earth would possess you to do such a thing!?" Imfazl reassured his mother "it's okay mama. Look!" He put out his palms to show his hands were perfectly fine.Imfazl's mother quickly grabbed his hand and looked him straight in the eyes intensely and whispered tersely "Don't EVER let father know of this" she then began to notice all the other minor changes in Imfazl's appearance. His nice brown eyes have become speckled with reds and yellows beginning to look like the crust ontop of a volcano slowly breaking apart, getting ready to unleash its destructive fury. His skin has started to darken to a dark sooty gray in certain parts. Imfazl's mother muttered "It's about time you found out." "What, mama? Found out about what?" Imfazl whispered worriedly. "Nows not the time Imfazl, your skin is darkening quite rapidly. You are going to have to be outdoors more often... Hmm yes, that's it!" Imfazl's mother exclaimed "As of now you are helping out Gerrard on his farm from dawn to dusk. Father won't be able to see you well after sunset and if he does just say you're out in the sun all the time and it's a dark tan, anyways, some muscle will do you good." Imfazl, not understanding the importance of what just happened and trusting his mother, gladly replied "I can't get enough of nature mama, whether it be woodlands or prairies! I'll go talk to Gerrard tommorow!" Well the next day Gerrard allowed Imfazl to work for him and was disappointed in how weak Imfazl was. He was constantly struggling with sacks of feed and water pails. Gerrard began to take it upon hisself to toughen the boy up for the real world. Every time that Imfazl would take a rest from carrying the feed Gerrard would send the dogs out to attack him. Imfazl figured out the routine after a while and began to take breaks less and less often. After working all day he would come home and ask his mother more and more about his differences and why father couldn't find out about him. She would always respond with "Not now Imfazl!" Then she would ask him to go out and find a root or herb she needed for her potion. This continued for a couple years. Wake up, work, dodge dogs, go home, avoid father, help mother, sleep, and continue the next day. After a while Gerrard was satisfied Imfazl was sufficiently toughened up and began to have him sell the crops in town. By this time Imfazl's changes had become even more pronounced. He has sprouted a whip like tail and he is now a dark sooty black all around now. His eyes seem to glow at night and are now a perfect blend of brown and red/yellow. The first time Imfazl went into town he was attacked for being demon spawn. He tried defending himself but was utterly powerless to the mob of people, he was lucky to escape with his life. He sprinted all the way home, burst through the door and yelled through tears "Mama! Why am I so different!? Everyone in town just about killed me!" Then broke down sobbing. After a while he noticed that his mother wasn't there, it was his father, who having finally seen his son for the first since Imfazl began working on the ranch began to back up slowly murmuring "Wh-who are you? WHAT are you!?" "It's me father! Imfazl! Your son!" Imfazl said through his tears. "Your no son of mine. There's no way this, beast, has my blood in its veins!" He yelled menacingly. He ran upstairs and came down with a greatsword clasped in his hands and whispered coldly "Time to send this abomination back to the hell it came from!" He charged towards Imfazl who had at this point come to grips and felt nothing but anger. His father swung the greatsword deep into Imfazl's leg. Imfazl fell down but somehow managed to grab onto the blade, gripping it with all his might he pulled it out of his fathers hands, cutting his own in the process, and began beating his father back with the pummel of the sword until his father was near unconsciousness. Imfazl towered over him as he said "Your right, someone's getting sent to hell today" the last thing his father saw as Imfazl plunged the blade into his chest was Imfazls eyes, completely red and yellow, flickering with pleasure.

Imfazl stood over his father, as his spirit left the earth, for a minute before collapsing to the ground. All the wounds he had taken today finally caught up with him. He knew then, at that moment, that he would never be the same person. He had switched to a darker path, one of destruction and evil. He sat there for a couple minutes before a small chuckle began escaping his lips and built into a maniacal laughter. He realized how much he liked be on the winning side. He now knew how Gerrard felt when he unleashed the dogs. He now knew how the mob felt, being able to attack someone who looks different without a care for the creature. He vowed crazily that day to learn and become as powerful as he could. "I will be able to move mountains with my might and destroy dragons with my daring charge!" With that being declared, Imfazl stood up, ripped the greatsword out of his fathers corpse and went outside. As soon as he stepped out he saw his mother standing there. Imfazl thundered out at her "What am I mama?! I'm obviously not human like you!" She saw her husbands dead corpse through the open door and let a single tear roll down her cheek before replying silently "Not the son I raised, leave. Now!" Taken aback Imfalz looked at her then replied coldy "So be it mother, as soon as your knocking on deaths door I will return for my inheritance. That will be all. Have fun knowing in your last minutes of life that even a monster like me, your son, won't even help comfort you." With that Imfazl turned with his greatsword in hand and began to walk south. After walking for a few hours he needed to rest and heal his legs from his fight. He began looking around for herbs to ease the pain when all of a sudden a tall fellow with bright golden red hair came bursting out of the woods. "Help me and I'll help you! I got an angry Orc right behind me, kill him!" The man said between heavy breathes. Imfazl sick of people hurting one another said "I got a better idea, come here" he quickly smeared his own blood around the mans chest and stuck the greatsword between the mans arm and torso. "Lay down and don't breathe! I'll handle the Orc." As soon as the man laid down, the Orc blundered out of the woods and seeing the man dead looked around surprised said "Why you kill him? Now who I get to kill!?" Imfazl quickly belted out at him "I am Imfazl! The strongest demon you will ever meet! My power is unlimited! I would suggest that you leave me now unless I send my minions to curse your clan!" The Orc, visibly startled and realizing that Imfazl doesn't quite look like anything he's ever seen replies glumly "ok, you keep body" then goes back the way he came from. "Alright, time for you to help me now. Know how to heal me? By the way, names Imfazl." The man hops to his feet and hands Imfazl his greatsword back. "You bet I can! Are you really a demon?" He begins to chant and wave his hands. Suddenly Imfazl's leg and hands begin to magically heal back together. Imfazl says "thank you.. Err what was your name again?" Then adds on chuckling "and no, I'm not a demon either. Just this morning I was beaten for being thought of as a demon, and now it just saved your life!"
"Well my names Darius and it wouldn't of phased me one bit if you were a demon! Us outcasts gotta stick together when the going gets tough! I'm a cleric of Moloch and that Orc didn't like me preaching around his clan I guess. Say, where ya heading to anyways?"
"I don't really know. All I'm sure of is that some company would be nice, especially if they know how to heal me!" Imfazl said with laughter realizing how lucky he was to come across someone who isn't judging him on his looks and can be extremely useful.
"Are you offering me protection as long as I heal you? Then yes! I think you seem like a fair man"
Imfazl and Darius soon became fast friends. Imfazl would protect him as he preached around the mountainside. Eventually Imfazl began to worship along side Darius. Darious always kept a postive air about him, making jokes and constantly turning journeys into mere minutes instead of hours with his unique personality. Darius even taught Imfazl his native tongues of infernal and Ignan. Darious was a human who had gotten adopted by a clan of Ifrits. All the while they were traveling Imfazl would question wizards and dark sorcerers how to go about finding his heritage. Nobody was willing to share their information and so Imfazl took to reading books when they were camped in the woods. One day he came across a book he couldn't understand so he asked Darius to check it out. Darius read it quickly then said happily "this book teaches how to summon monsters!" "Well let's do it the already!" Imfazl said with glee. Darius summoned many different devils and demons but none knew anything about Imfazl's ancestry. All the while they continued to travel, Imfazl would face the strongest fighter at any given town. He wouldn't always play fair, but he won most of the time. When he didn't, he came back at night and finished the fight, sending them to an eternal slumber. One day he got into a fight with Darius about who was smarter. One thing led to another and Imfazl accidentally struck Darius too hard in the head. Imfazl quickly fell to the ground wailing his apologies. While cradling Darius's dead body he heard a whisper in his ear chuckle "looks like I get to see Moloch first!" With that, Imfazl stood up in amazement at how he just killed his closest friend. His friend, then in return, just laughed it off as if somehow he was starting a new journey. One Imfazl wouldn't get to join until much later. He quickly burnt his friend, disguised himself and then went to the nearest tavern to drink and figure out what to do now. While there a man offered him some gold to kill a neighbor who had stolen his sheep. Imfazl was never good with saying no to money, so he accepted. He became a mercenary for over 20 years, spending all of his money he made on cunning sorcerers who said they can find his real father, only to never return. Eventually he got word his mother was dying and nonchalantly stopped by her house. He walked right in and began to take the money she had left. He also poked around her alchemy lab and took the main things she used to make her potions and cures. As he was turning to leave he saw a book under the table. He grabbed it and started to head out, but stopped. He looked right at his mother and said with a slight chuckle "would you like me to finish you off right now? You look pathetic!" She responded acidly "Better to suffer than die by your hands son!" With that Imfazl let out a hearty laugh and left her forever