BIOGRAPHY:
Basic Concept/Rough Draft (More details will be added and corrections will be made when I have the time for it.)
Shoytarn Kruqvius never knew the warmth of a loving family. Instead what he received was the cold life of a slave. What happened to his parents he never knew but all of that was far from his mind. Escape was what filled the young boy’s dreams at night. Flying around the galaxy and seeing wonders most could never imagine. This dream came to be reality when Shoytarn was sold at a slave auction for five hundred credits.
“How are you boy?” The old man had said all those years ago. Shoytarn did not utter a single word in fear of his master’s whip. Although the old man seemed kind in his question, a dark presence completely engulfed the area around him. Somehow Shoytarn knew he didn’t know how or even cared but he knew this man was evil. “Looks like you’ll be calling me master now boy.” He had said while paying the slavers with a smirk on his face.
Life with the man most called “Morghoul” was very uneasy at first. Shoytarn was cold towards Morghoul answering his questions only with silence. When Morghoul offered food he would either throw it across the ship or simply stare at it. This worked for a few times until Shoytarn had went forty eight hours without any food. Angry, Morghoul shouted and cursed Shoytarn for his stubbornness only to receive silence again.
“I know what you really want.” Morghoul whispered coldly in the boy’s ear. Then something Shoytarn couldn’t explain happened unexpectedly. He was raised by his throat by an invisible force, slowly squeezing the life from him. Frantic and scared Shoytarn kicked and shook as hard as he could to be free to no avail. In a desperate attempt Shoytarn threw out his hand to Morghoul knocking him back and releasing him from the grip. Amazed at what just transpired Shoytarn looked gleefully at his master and spoke. “Teach me how to do that!”
Years under Morghoul’s tutelage served Shoytarn well in his life. However his master could not teach Shoytarn to be prepared for his death. When the old withered man took his last breath only that familiar coldness was left. Shattered, Shoytarn would travel through deep space in search of something to revive his master. Now after having searched for years to find the secrets he wanted Shoytarn as grown bored of his pursuit. Mentally broken and highly aggressive Shoytarn has emerged from deep space in search of more power.
