History of Lucidd
Sigil of the Tormented Soul
I began my life in the city of Kaladim like the many dworfs before me. At a young age my parents sensed something wrong with me. Like I was possessed. As I grew older and begin the search for my very being, it became more apparent that something was wrong with me. Something few could understand and that many didnt want too. My father had seen this odd behavior before and was rather worried as he feared what it would eventually lead too. But despite his fear, he took me before the berserker Guildmaster. He confirmed my fathers worries. I was born with a deep inner fury and rage. I was too young to control it, so it controlled me. Driving me crazy and keeping me in a state of dementia and paranoia. It was hard for me to distinguish a though from the voice of someone around me as they both seemed to speak out loud. I often times talked to myself thinking that I was talking to someone around me. My parents were very good to me but feared the wellbeing of not only themselves but also those who lived in the city among them. So my father trained me on survival. Taught me what he knew about combat and how to hunt for food. He taught me all he could and then requested me to leave them and the city of Kaladim and not to return until I could control my actions. It hurt me terribly to hear those words come from his mouth, but I could see that it hurt him more just to say it. And the sight of the tears rolling down my mothers face was enough to let me know that they did Love me and this is not what they wanted to happen, but more like what was necessary to ensure both their safety and mine. Painfully I left my parents and promised to return when I could control myself.
As I gained more seasons and grew older, I began to learn how to harness this immensely powerful inner curse so to speak. With the help of some highly devoted and loyal Friends and Guildies, I have managed to contol my Curse and utilize its power as a blessing in battle. I am a Berzerker.
Sigil of the Tormented Soul
I began my life in the city of Kaladim like the many dworfs before me. At a young age my parents sensed something wrong with me. Like I was possessed. As I grew older and begin the search for my very being, it became more apparent that something was wrong with me. Something few could understand and that many didnt want too. My father had seen this odd behavior before and was rather worried as he feared what it would eventually lead too. But despite his fear, he took me before the berserker Guildmaster. He confirmed my fathers worries. I was born with a deep inner fury and rage. I was too young to control it, so it controlled me. Driving me crazy and keeping me in a state of dementia and paranoia. It was hard for me to distinguish a though from the voice of someone around me as they both seemed to speak out loud. I often times talked to myself thinking that I was talking to someone around me. My parents were very good to me but feared the wellbeing of not only themselves but also those who lived in the city among them. So my father trained me on survival. Taught me what he knew about combat and how to hunt for food. He taught me all he could and then requested me to leave them and the city of Kaladim and not to return until I could control my actions. It hurt me terribly to hear those words come from his mouth, but I could see that it hurt him more just to say it. And the sight of the tears rolling down my mothers face was enough to let me know that they did Love me and this is not what they wanted to happen, but more like what was necessary to ensure both their safety and mine. Painfully I left my parents and promised to return when I could control myself.
As I gained more seasons and grew older, I began to learn how to harness this immensely powerful inner curse so to speak. With the help of some highly devoted and loyal Friends and Guildies, I have managed to contol my Curse and utilize its power as a blessing in battle. I am a Berzerker.
