Ozen Helix was born in the nation of Unther. His mother was a maid in a noble house. His father was unknown to him but his Deep black eyes matching the lord of the house led to him and his mother being cast out when he was still a child. His mother got work where and how she could for the next few years. She died a month after his seventeenth birthday from filth fever. Even the slightest aid would have saved her but they had no money and were turned away everywhere. Ozen decided on that day that he would take whatever he wanted from the world be it money or power. For more than four decades he led a gang of half orc and human thieves he cut a swath of blood up and down eastern Unther even working with some small nobles to help them get a leg up on their rivals. Using his strategies and planning they raided caravans and noblemen aplenty. When he was 28 his second in command Davor decided that he would prefer to be the leader. He gave Ozen up to one of the houses whose caravans they raided. After weeks of running and hiding he could not escape the guards with his back to the wall he dove off a cliff into the River of Swords. While his body was being dragged deeper into the ocean's darkness a voice spoke to him promising life in exchange of service. Ozen agreed and then woke feeling the sensation that he was changed forever.
His skill with weapons and knowledge of fighting was bolstered by an almost crackling internal energy. These changes confused and worried him greatly but the biggest surprise came when he tried to leave the beach and started to choke on water. Sitting behind him on the beach was a beast made of nightmares seeming to shift in form and nature as each moment passed. It didn't take him long to realize that the beast was at the center of his cage so he went back to have a look at it. Gazing at the monster a heavy understanding filled him. He knew that he had to keep to his word to the force that saved him and he had to serve his new master. Images of strange symbols and massive trees filled his mind and the need to go to west filled him the occasional sibilant hiss from his "ally" spurring him on.
