I am Drahcir Micelli, I was born illegitimate to a peasant woman in Italy, the year 1427. I grew up bitter and poor. I was made fun of from my early childhood. My mother tried to love and care for me, but I resisted anything she tried to give. I hated my mother and the situation she put me in.

When I was 11 years old, I tortured her until she told me who the unlucky man was who she had slept with to conceive me. After she told me, I killed her. It took me 2 years to find the man who by name only is my father. When I found him I let him know who I was and how my life was and how I felt, then I slit his throat.

For the next 2 years I robbed people and merchants and every now and then killed to get the things I needed to stay alive. Shorty after my 15th birthday I started a small band of outlaw kids who needed someone to help them survive. We didnt have a name, but people feared us. We continuosly robbed and murdered for a year or so. Then the King of the lands ordered his knights to come down hard and capture or kill us. I was almost caught right after the law was past for strict punishment to us, but my best friend and right hand man saved my life by letting his own to be taken.

Over the next couple of months all that I had built was going down fast. 40 men turned into 30 and then 20 and then 10 until finally there was myself and 3 other men were left. We traveled from place to place for the next year or two and met many skilled warriors who taught us, mainly me better on how to better fight with swords. When I was 17 my friends and I got another group together and were going to take over Italy. I was going to kill the king who passed the law and got my best friend killed. We had 270 men and I was one of three leaders of this army. The battle began and victory seemed near, but one of the leaders decided he wanted total leadership and killed my friends and his group of men surrounded me and before I could think I was being struck, blow after blow. I appeared in a new land moments after the pain had stopped.

I dont know where I am, but found myself as a peasant to a new group of people, the group was called Querna Tema. After a short time with them, watching them and learning their tactics I found my effort would be quite unchallenging and that my effort would be unsatisfactory.

I moved onto a new land close by called Whispering Winds. The sheriff seems like an easy opponent and I would love the chance to get him alone to take over and regain power. They all better look over their shoulders, I am just a sword's length away and waiting any chance to make my move.

Chancellor-Whispering Winds (The Dark Reign), October 2003 - March 2004