( This section is essentially an attempt at a jumbled recap of events that have happened in various RPs. Every time I update this, I scowl at this page and almost hit ‘delete’. I am not at all happy with the way it sounds, but I can’t bring myself to exclude all the little things that have shaped him over the years. So skip it, read it, whatever, it’s here to stay for now. )

 

        For a while he thought he was going to have another chance to live a 'normal' life. Other than the nightmares that plagued his mind nearly every time his head hit the pillow, everything was actually more or less back to the way it had once been. He spent his days exploring this strange place called Rhydin, meeting the people, gawking at the strange creatures he had never before seen.

       

        This delusion of leading a peaceful life would soon be shattered, however, with a simple chance meeting in one of the realm's filthy Taverns. He found himself boredly talking to one of the typical female types here, and, living up to her image as a Rhydin woman, she was soon dropping all attempts at casual conversation and heavily flirting. Of course, he'd had to deal with similar before, and didn't think anything of it other than the usual annoyance at what seemed to him only a desperate display of a want for attention. This woman was quite persistent, though, and simply would not accept the fact that he wasn't interested.

 

 

        For a moment frigid blue orbs simply drank in the sight, though an expression of pure horror soon edged its way into those eyes, the blade slipping from his grip and falling to the floor with a resounding clang. A few hesitant steps brought him backward, wide-eyed gaze dropping to bloodied hands, shifting to the stained blade, then finally staring at the still form of the woman.

 

        With this one slip of control, a vicious cycle had been spawned. His mind was often dangerously close to another loss of control, and with each time it happened again, it seemed to become easier to set him off the next. Despite his efforts to remain distanced from everyone, there were two who had managed to gain his friendship and trust. The fear of what he could do to them grew with every slip, worsened by the fact that he had indeed nearly killed one of the two.

 

        Eventually the killer side asserted more control, bringing with it a brutality to nearly match that of the times before his streak of serial killings was stopped. A woman met a fate worse than a quick blade to the throat. She was subjected to the ritual betrayal and injuries. All that saved her from hours of torture before death was the appearance of his friend. In the days following, a maddening sequence of events was spawned from his friend Lei's suicide and going crazy when back ('cause we all know death is rarely permanent in Rhydin...) that wore on both him and the friend dragged into the whole ordeal along with him, Serena.

 

        An annoying teenaged kid would be responsible for slowly driving him to lose it yet again. Just what he feared would happen, did. He was driven into a complete loss of control. The only thing that kept him from killing was the fact he knew Lei would try and track him down, which sent him on the run since he, in his escape after using Sere as a hostage, could not have taken care of the problem right then. Still, he was tracked down perhaps a week later. Lei decided to resort to putting him through unspeakable horrors mentally through manipulation and the creation of illusions, ending it only when his mind essentially shut down from the bombardment and shock of what he was seeing.            

        Not long after waking, he realized something was very different. He didn't really say much about it to anyone, not even Lei or Sere. He had basically been drawn completely away from the near multiple personalities of his previous problems, but the killer instinct was not gone. In fact, it is closer to the surface than ever before, yet, still, different somehow. This all finally came clear to him after he did, in fact, kill again. This time there was no sudden snapping point. There were two killings on this night of realization, but the second was not stemmed of a killer's desires. Rather, it was done of anger at a petty robber who dared threaten the one person he most cares about, Sere. On top of the problem of what to do, if anything, about the killing, there seemed to be a countless supply of little problems that seemed so magnified to one so unstable in emotion and mind..

 

       Eventually, even his beloved wife Serena could no longer face what he was. She left him one night without even breathing a word of warning. He did everything he could to win her back to his side, even after she tried to shoot him. She had been his world, the one good thing in all the darkness. He went without killing for as long as he could, he fixed up her old bar, he remained loyal to her even as more and more time passed without even a glimpse to assure him she was still alive. Nearly a year of his life he spent this way, before he could take the isolation no longer. He started back out into the world... and inevitably, he killed again. But he also found friends, companionship he had longed for for so long.

 

       His first romantic relationship after all of that time was an indulgence to his darker side. Jasmine was wild, uncontrolled, and she didn’t so much as flinch from what he was. It was unbelievably freeing to have someone that did not want him to change. His humanity soon caught up to him, as the relationship started driving away his friends, and he began to doubt, to hold back. Still, he only found the strength to leave her behind with the help of his best friend. Without David, he would have been lost again.