Kael Mishordo

Kael was born into royalty as the one and only prince, raised by Leonard Mishordo and Sarahlyn Mishordo.  Long before he was around though, his father, was indeed, NOT royalty at all.  His father aquired the title of king by saving the kingdom on numerous occasions.

But that's a story for another day.  This story is about the young prince named Kael.

As Kael grew, his parents learned that he had inherited his mother's affinity for magic, and his father's unrivaled destructive powers and abilities.  Even his physical capabilities.  Of course, his father being of a cautious but kind disposition, immediately sought to make his son able to manage these abilities.  For his sake, and the land's.

The power of a Noble Black Dragon was not something to scoff at.  If unleashed, it was fully capable of easily wiping an entire city off the face of the world, and then some.  And Kael, like his father, possessed this power within him.  But such a thing wasn't exactly natural.  Leonard had obtained this power through unnatural means.

First, he had been cursed.  And one of his companions, seeing this curse in his old age, gave Leonard all of his power.  This companion was a Noble Black Dragon, and these two powers clashed inside the man.  When that internal battle was done, the magical energies had been transformed into one, and took traits from both sides.  While the curse did increase the power of the Noble Black Dragon, it also was no longer a 'granted' power.  It was bound to the man, and his bloodline.  While this may seem like a blessing, this power is difficult to control, and can take over him almost like a seperate entity, usually manifesting as violent and animalistic behavior.  So it's just as much a curse as it is a blessing.  Just know that it's not his fault, he tries his best to contain it.

On top of all that, it caused physical changes.  Increased muscle density, increased bone density, sharper, longer canines, enhanced eyesight and hearing, and vastly increased magical power and mana resivoirs. So he was stronger, faster, and his senses were sharper.

Kael inherited all of this power because of the curse-like nature of this power.  And often times, the power would go wild within him, risking the death of the people around him.  So his father's training started early.  The first thing the king taught his son was blacksmithing and enchanting.  Outlets for his power.  After learning the origins of weapons, his father then taught him how to handle them in a fight.  All he knew was passed down, even the powerful combat magic only he had ever mastered.  His mother, on the other hand, the queen, taught him magic of all forms.  She was well-versed in nearly all known magic at the time, plus she encouraged him to make his own.

So the young man, versed in magic, swordplay, and the art of the forge, eventually grew old enough to begin his own journey, just like his parents had at his age.  He was about sixteen at the time.  And with his parent's blessing, he set out, wearing the greens and browns of the forest, and his kingdom.

He often visited home, and shared stories with his parents of his travels.  Every time, his visits would become fewer, not because he didn't want to visit as much, but because he traveled farther and farther.

But then there came a day, when he returned to his kingdom, only to find it burning.  But by the time he actually made it there, only stragglers remained.  Kael, not one to just let something like this by without some form of repentance, took the lives of the enemies of his kingdom who dared remain.

However.  They were all that remained.  Upon inspection, he found that he did not recognize their coat of arms, and yet they had powerful equipment.  More specifically, weapons and armor designed to be able to handle powerful magic and even slay dragons.  They were specialized hunters, and there had been an army.  At the castle, his home, he could find only countless corpses, burned away beyond recognition.  This was probably where his parents had fought to the bitter end.  But neither his father, nor his mother, could be found.  What he did find, though, was his father's broadsword, and his mother's engraved saber.  The swords his parents would never leave without, because it was a reminder of the long journey they had shared.

So Kael, who wasn't even quite seventeen yet, remained in that castle, as it burned.  In his misery and hate, his own raw magical power erupted and crystalized, sealing him away, hiding him within crystaline growths.  Over time, the castle became ruins, and the town became dust, but he remained in some ironic twist of fate.  The last survivor of his kingdom, as well as it's heir.  But there would come a day when he would rise again, and exact his revenge.

So for thousands of years, he slept, both imprisoned and protected by his own magic.

The day did come when he rose again though.  Many thousands of years later, when his kingdom was long forgotten, his magic finally gave out, and he was released from his own prison.  But he awoke to only find ruins.  The swords of his parents had remained with him, preserved bry the same crystal that had preserved him.  So he took the weapons, and claimed them as his own.  The last remaining relics of the people who raised him.

The young man could tell that many years had passed with a simple glance around.  His castle was little more than a few stone walls now, and the town it looked over was gone in it's entirety.  But did anything of his time remain?  Were there any descendants?  He hadn't felt like any time had passsed.  But he knew that much of it had.  If there were any survivors, he wanted to find them, and help.  He was the prince, after all.

And so began the young man's journey for clues as to what had happened.  But he hadn't forgotten the symbol of the people who had destroyed all he cared about.  He'd find them, and do the same, so they could suffer like he had.  Then he'd rebuild his kingdom.