My name is not known... I grew up in a town no one knew about till some drunk rebels came and killed every one in the village. Once I woke up there was no one alive except me. I made a plan to get revenge and slowly and with great precession killed each rebel silently but one tried to escape because he knew he was no match for me. Once I got him I thought it was over and once I turned around there was a army with over ten thousand rebels and knew this was just the beginning. As I fled I found this group and never turned back to my home town but I knew that I would have to face the rebels one day but I knew that my brothers in the group would surely hate me for what I did so I kept quite until the terrible tale comes to hunt me.