As a young boy Victor was, as most children are, carefree and happy living in his small farming village with his mother, father, and younger brother Erik. As Victor and Erik grew it became obvious that Erik showed a great aptitude for the magical arts, despite being fairly sickly all through his childhood. Rather than the normal jealousy that most siblings felt Victor was immensely proud and fiercely protective of his physically weaker brother.
A few years later, a few nights before Erik was set to depart for more advanced training in the magical arts, Victor was on his way home he saw a plume of smoke in the distance. He raced down the dirt road to find his childhood home ablaze with magical fire, conjured by his brother with a botched spell. Victor burst through the door into the blaze to find Erik. Flames licked at him from all sides but he pressed his way into the bedroom they shared as children only to see his brother being dragged into a fiery portal. He rushed toward his brother and reached out only to be consumed by the fire himself. Up his arms and over part of his face the flames crawled, the brothers screamed in unison as they were pulled apart by an unnatural strength. The flames died almost immedately after the portal closed and Victor lay writhing on the floor. After weeks of rest he finally recovered to find himself horribly scarred both physically and emotionally. Hair wouldn't return to the right half of his head and face and his right arm was a disfigured mess. His old strength returned but most of him died that night.
Unable to remain living in his hometown he set out to find something to fill the vast chasm in his soul and perhaps one day to seek revenge on whatever forces took his family.
