Backstory (warning: very long)
I was born in Blackwater Grotto on Whitesummit in 1835 to Bedivere and Olivia Caelum. I discovered I had the gift of Snow Magic at age 9, and due to my rare magical abilities, my parents decided that I would be a conjurer, like all Caelum magic users throughout history, and that I was to join Caelum’s Circle, led by my father, who happened to be an Assassin Maestro, when I was older. During my ten years of training, I found that my weapon of choice was a staff, but I was by no means proficient with any weapon.
When I turned 19 and the day came for me to be tested in my conjurer skills, I found I could not keep the imbuement of Snow Magic in my staff for long, and at the end of the test I developed Wind Magic. Upon Bedivere realising that this meant I was not meant to be a conjurer, he threw me over Whitesummit’s cliff into the freezing waters below. According to the next day’s Agora, I was deemed dead, but actually lived, and swam around to the docks to give my father a parting gift: stealing his ship, the Gilded Fury.
I spent a while sailing around the Bronze Sea, testing how I could synergise my Snow and Wind Magic, angry with my family for so heartlessly tossing me aside, a grudge which slowly ate away at my soul - I destroyed towns, sunk sailboats and caravels, plundered and killed castaways just for the sake of it, anything to train myself to become strong enough to destroy my father and his Circle once and for all.
After a while of my insanity, I eventually made a grave mistake. In my seemingly permanent fit of rage, I attacked a ship that was far stronger than I was, slinging cannonballs and mortar shots at the gigantic vessel. Then, a sudden burst of bright energy appeared around the ship’s ram, magically charging the ship and barreling towards me. The glowing ram pierced straight through the hull, very nearly sinking the ship in one fell swoop.
Almost as soon as my shop had sunk, two men boarded my ship from the other, appearing in front of me. One of the men looked at me and asked me why I attacked their ship, the other was studying my face carefully. After a bit of me stuttering and attempting to make an excuse, the one who was studying my face realised that he knew who I was, and that he had seen me on the bounty boards. The way he described my actions as merciless and ruthless brought me a clarity I hadn’t felt since I ran away from home.
After a few minutes of discussion the pair turned back to me and asked me why I did all of those actions, and I told them the whole story about my Father’s Assassin Circle and how they left me for dead. They then turned away from me again and continued discussing. After a little bit they turned back to me and presented me with an ultimatum: either I joined them and they would help me get stronger and more control over my emotions, or they killed me and turned me over to The Grand Navy. I said I would join them.
Soon enough they had pulled my ship back to a harbour to be repaired, and they had introduced themselves as Morten Crest and Harry Silverthorn. The faraway noble and elite bounty hunter who destroyed Fort Talos. Silverthorn told me that he pitied me, since he was too pushed away by his parents because of something arbitrary. And I was very glad he did, since I would have been killed on the spot if he hadn’t convinced Crest to let me join them.