My life began when the black moon Ingle loomed high in the sky and swallowed the light of the other two moons and the water-giving stars from mirrodin.
In a night of the deepest blackness I was conceived under pain and blood, only to be born 100 years later in just such deep black night through blood and pain. I was a child of the moon Ingle and as such a child of destruction, betrayal and death. I wasn't thoroughbred either. My mother was an onlo, half forest man, half elf. My father, on the other hand, was half past ten and half vampire.
He was the most feared elf in Knäul, my birthplace on Mirrodin. He was hated and hunted by the elves, loved and honored by the vampires. The vampires loved their leader, my father, just as the elves loved my mother. She was the prettiest of them. Green metallic skin adorned her lovely body. But where the metal skin of other elves was rough, theirs was as soft as normal human skin.Her silver hair sparkled and shimmered like the stars and her blue eyes were as clear as water. Her beauty magically attracted everyone, including my father. On the night when Ingle ruled the sky, he and his army attacked the skein to take what he wanted.
He found my mother asleep in her room and woke her up. She woke up frightened and without paying attention to her defenses and her screams, my father took her body and her innocence, as he had done with many beings before her.
When he was done with her, she passed out in front of him and he moved away. Hundreds of elves and vampires died that night, all just to beget me.
My mother bore me for a hundred years and when the time came for my birth and Ingle darkened the night, she gave birth to me in pain and her death. Because my father killed her when I was born to bathe me in her blood and initiate me as a vampire.For 1600 years I lived in the care of my father and as the successor of the clan. My body resembled that of a sixteen-year-old but my knowledge went far beyond that of a sixteen-year-old person.
1200 years after I was born, my body slowly changed. From time to time and my hunger for blood, as well as the fear of the sun inside Mirrodin disappeared. I was able to move freely now. I could go inside Mirrodin without being burned by the sun, approach other beings without wanting to drink blood. The vampires' weaknesses fell away from me, but their strengths remained. But like I said, something strange was going on in my body. At first it was just a few green metal plates that briefly covered my non-metallic skin. Then my eyes and hair color changed frequently. I got silver hair instead of my auburn, blue eyes instead of my silver ones.
Year after year I added more until my whole appearance looked different.I no longer looked like a vampire, but like an onlo, like my mother. However, this look never lasted. After many years I learned to deal with these different looks and to call them up when and where I wanted them.
Then I left my father's vampire clan to better explore Mirrodin. But this world quickly bored me and so it happened that I looked for and found a way to other worlds.
I explored worlds that I found interesting, and in order to survive and travel on, I became an assassin. My special abilities helped me to carry out my work unhindered. Nobody knew what I looked like, because I always carried out my assassinations in the stables of an onlos and not in my vampiric one.
But I wasn't very gifted. All of my assignments ended successfully, but I lacked the cold and strategic approach.
The longer I worked as an assassin, the more I realized that I couldn't go on like this.So I kept moving from world to world to find a way to stop. But inside me something drove me to continue killing, something I couldn't explain to myself, a voice hidden deep within me.
This voice drove me on into the realm of Meldor. Abraxas II was just taking over the throne of his father, who had recently died, and enslaved the people more than he had done. The loss of his father weighed heavily on the boy King, and he vented his anger and rage on the lowest strata of the realm, as his father's murderer came from there. The misery on the streets was unbearable. People were treated like animals, sold like slaves, and were of less value than dirt. I went through the rich and saw the poor being robbed of their homes, hunted and trampled to death.
The anger in me grew and with it the voice that drove me to keep killing
Then one day I heard screaming through the stillness of the night.It wasn't really anything special, because you could hear such screams everywhere in Meldor, but I ran off anyway. My hatred and anger towards those who enslaved people so prevailed.
As I ran, I turned into an onlo and grabbed my daggers.
I stopped in a side street and carefully looked at a crossroads. In the pale light of the street lamps I could make out seven men who were standing in a circle around an old couple lying on the floor and stepping on them.
I tied my daggers tighter and threw them at two of the men. My daggers pierced her throat and killed her in many ways. The others, confused, grabbed their weapons. But it was already too late for her. My metal claws dug into her flesh and killed her.
I turned to the older two and wanted to help them. They gave low whimpers and tried to crawl away. I knelt in front of them and healed them with the magic of the elves.They looked at me in amazement and shock at the same time. I got up and helped them up. In thanks for their rescue, they took me to a hiding place where there were those who could escape from the seekers who were sent out.
There I found out about "Red Scorpion" for the first time, the assassin who murdered the king. Red Scorpio came from the lowest class and was responsible for all the senseless murders. His actions and doing had evoked all of this.
That same night everything changed for me. I traveled from the realm of Meldor and hunted down assassins. My betrayal of them made me known and my reputation preceded me. They asked me not to catch assassins and bring them to justice, but to kill them.
And then one day abraxas II had me called over to give me an assignment. Not knowing what the king would ask me to do, I went to him. He sat on his throne and wrote in a book at his desk.I stood still and looked at him. Time passed and he didn't notice me.
"If you just sit there and keep writing, in the vicinity of an assassin, then you shouldn't be surprised if one day your head suddenly no longer sits on your neck!" I interrupted the silence coolly.
He looked at mioch in shock.
"W..W ... guards", he stuttered, "guards!"
"They are asleep", I couldn't say this without a sneering expression on my lips and also couldn't suppress a grin.
Once again I wondered how they caught Red Scorpio, because after all I have learned about him, it would be very difficult even for me to catch him, because he was a master of the silent killing and the reason why me the king ordered here.
Abraxas II wanted me to be banished voluntarily in the world of Narubia in order to overpower Red Scorpion and lead him back to the kingdom of Meöldor and kill him in front of the king.
I agreed and was banished to the world of Narubia.