Living a privileged life, Solgrin from a young age chafed against the strictures society and his father place upon his baser desires. Learning early to hide his fiendish proclivities, Solgrin earned his father's praise in the martial arena, not so much in the scholarly arts. A born manipulator, Solgrin quickly became the terror of his household staff, none dared brook his desires as his anger burned cold and ruthless; his revenge upon those who crossed him was often sudden and unexpected.
As he grew, Solgrin became well versed in the many weapons a lord of Talingarde was expected to master, but the rapier became his favourite; especially due to the underground dueling culture.
Fully embracing the callousness of an executioner, Solgrin, often at a whim, would mark a man for death a ball or gala; purposefully insult or offend the man's wife or daughter. Soon, the duel would be set. Most of those he faces were unskilled fools, he would sneer his contempt as he ran them through.
The few occasions when his marks displayed some skill were a treat for Solgrin; a test of his abilities, his competence, his mastery. So it was that a number of Talingarde's finest sons met their maker upon Solgrin's blade, but it was the last, eldest son of Lord Baranta, advisor to the king no less, who would prove Solgrin's undoing.
It was only mere hours after Solgrin left the man bleeding his lifeblood onto the grass in a secluded park, that soldiers of the watch beat down his door and took him into custody.
Solgrin knew what awaited him: grim Branderscar, and no help would come from his family. They had made clear that his choices excluded him from enjoying the fruits of his father's influence.
