Gaav "The Demon"

Gaav was only ten years old when his mother and father died before his very eyes. His parents had a lovely cottage in a small grassy valley that fanned out to the southern deserts on the horizon; it was from there that the savages attacked one fateful afternoon. Their horses trampled past Gaav towards the cottage his father running out of the house at the sounds of his sons scream as the young boy was slashed in the face by a Marauders axe.

He was only unconscious but moments, as he laid there his head spinning a blurred form slipped into his vision, he couldn’t seem to focus on it though he could tell by the shape it was a female, he felt soft hands on his arm, and a soft whisper in his ear... she promised him in exchange for his occasional service that she would grant him powers beyond his wildest dreams, and the strength to possibly save his family. With a faint nod Gaav felt fire sear through his body, though it was not a wracking pain but one of anger, it fuelled him and gave him an inner power he never knew he had... as his one good eye focused he could now only see the burning sun in the sky above.

Gaav rolled over and looked at his home in flames... he could not see his father or mother but the 5 savages were still there ransacking whatever they could find... the young boy stood up and slowly made his way towards them limping lightly one of his arms hanging limp at his side.

As he approached the brutes turned to face him, grinning and speaking in some guttural tongue he could not understand they moved towards him weapons in hand. As they did so he could feel a guiding hand resting on his and a soft voice telling him what to do... with a mere gesture the closest man a dark shadow seemed to descend upon the first man, with a second gesture black flames erupted from the young dragonborn’s hand, and engulfed the man, fire shooting from his eyes and mouth as it consumed him from within. The other marauders howling charged towards him, and his own shadow seemed to stretch out to devour them as they approached... and suddenly the shadow and the men were gone... And all he could hear was soft laughter on the wind.

It was at dusk that the Soldiers from the castle found the boy unconscious and lying amongst the ashes of his house, his burned and scarred body nestled in his mother’s arms. The war bands cleric gave urgent healing to the boy, though he would remain unconscious for a week to come. When Gaav did awake it was inside his grandfather’s castle, light streaming in through the window.

Over the years Gaav has had many discussions with the being that saved him, though he would never tell a soul about her existence, with her aid he learned the powers he would use to thwart evil at every turn... though he walked a fine line... Using the powers bestowed by a demon while trying to walk the righteous path of Bahamut.

As he grew older Gaav always suspected his uncle of being behind the attack on his father who was next in line to be the Lord of the castle... however he could never prove it... not until the day he was sent abroad... his grandfather wanted to forge a new alliance with the humans to the North West. It was that day that unknown to Gaav until a week after that his uncle has slain his grandfather and taken control of the keep... he learned this news at the sword point of the very dragonborn who were sworn to protect him on his journey... once again the flames inside him rose the figure above him erupting in black fire, unable to see the others he could hear their screams of pain as the darkness of the forest consumed them. Knowing that to return home now was futile Gaav continues his journey North West... one day he would return and take back what was rightfully his.