Wars, death... famine... strife. All of this was much to take on even for a young child. There were little to no memories of the past, of how he came here. Who he was, who his family had been. Blood was always flowing from some kind of wound as his eyes looked up to the skies. Unable to cry any longer as he longed for hope and freedom that could never come. Long ago, the wars had begun. Lost in the man's memories was everything he once knew. At the age of eight he had lost everything, his mother and father killed before him. His home burned to the ground, and he, taken away by the army Melora and her ingrate of a lover sent to his home lands. When brought before them, to rub salt into him- he was forced to murder someone. The circumstances he barely could remember. Each trace of it... gone. He had to forget.<br/><br/>As he grew up, he had been forced to fight, to kill, beat and harm all in his way. Every breath he had taken since that day etched a scar into his arms, legs, torso and back. Nothing held riotous in any virtue. His figure was thin but he held a strength most would die for. Deep down, he knew why. Talon. Not long after he had begun the fights did he form a coping mechanism that went by his pit name, Talon. You see, as a boy he had been raised by a loving family but the vile wretch of a female queen learned of his family. Of their secret. Shifters. His bloodline was that of the Black Leopard. Most of the fights had involved him fighting as Talon and in animal form but there were times his human side had to do.<br/><br/>The years took much out of him, he barely wanted to speak. The life he led soon went darker once orcs ransacked the hold he had been in. Taking him away with countless others. His body soon began to dwindle to where Talon was the one who kept him alive. He, Ra'nek, was no longer a fighter but a slave for the whims of the brutes who commanded this land. His hands were blistered, cut and bruised from the tasks. However as the days went on they began to prey on his fellow captives. The warrior, snapped. The man took up an instrument close to him and fought off a few before a blow to the head made him subcome to the darkness. Waking up chained, he was subjected to days without food, water... constant beatings. That... was before he was left alone in silence. Barely alive. Hanging by his wrists in an abandoned Orcish hut, from chains that were stained in blood.<br/><br/>Ra'nek was going to die... to die enslaved.