I was born in Greece in the year 1010.

I was born in a home of thieves and murderers. I grew up there where I learned from them.

I had no friends, none of the children liked me. Every day they picked on me, anger grew and grew. One day they started to beat me up, I slit their throats.

I loved the thrill of killing. For no reason, I killed my mother and father. I had no remorse, I will kill anyone if the price is right.

I was hired by what seemed an evil man to kill a wizard. When I tried, some force prevented me. He turned around and laughed at me. I was muddled, lights started flashing. I closed my eyes because it was so bright. When opened them, I was in another place.

I met a lot of people, I did not like a one of them. I want to kill them all, but I do not. In the long run I can learn, I will pretend to like them until I have the chance to kill them. I had the chance to kill the Sheriff with a wizard named Geno-Cide. I failed to kill the Sheriff, the Captain of the Guard stopped me.

Geno-Cide promised to pay me and failed to follow through, so I attempted to kill him during the evil feast. It was successful, but I also was killed by Lanz. I will get him back, oh yes, as you can see I've been resurrected...