Camreal (Demon Fighter)
I come from a tragic past. I was raised in a town that combined the arts of Necromancy and Geomancy. It was a nice place, despite what those on the outside may have thought. Make no mistake; it was weird, but peaceful. But soon my life was turned upside down when my village was attacked by mercenaries hired by the Realm. They claimed they were sent because they heard that we were dabbling in demonic arts. This was an absurd accusation! …Or so I thought. During the attack all the Elders were killed while the youths of the village, including myself, hid from the mercenaries in the woods. With all of our parents murdered before our eyes, you can imagine the chaos and grief that befell us. Someone had to take charge. With me being the eldest it fell to me. After much deliberation we decided to try to bring back those that were lost using a complex ritual we found on a scroll. We remembered the Elders speaking about it, and had reason to believe it could return the dead to Creation. Looking back, this was not the best course of action as we had all been told that returning the dead was impossible, but grief can greatly damage one’s reason. We began the impossible task of preparing the ritual detailed in the scroll. Something like this had never been done before, but we were so close to bringing them back that none of us wanted to give up. After years of preparations, and days of performing the ritual itself we were ready to see our parents again, but what came through the gate we opened was not them. A twisted creature born of Malfeas crawled into Creation that day. The Demon attacked us, and it seemed that all was lost until I was contacted by the Goddess Luna and given the power to fight back. I remember going into battle with the beast but not much more as the next thing I remembered was waking up the next morning and the Demon being gone. The villagers told me that I had fought off the Demon and it ran into the surrounding woods. when I regained enough strength i headed in to the wood that he fled to see if i could pick up his trill for a creature of that power could not be allowed to roam free. after weeks of nothing but dead end i thought maybe i really did defeat him and gave up the search. After that ordeal, what was left of the town had to be constantly hidden. We knew that it was only a matter of time before those who ordered our destruction would learn we had not been wiped out completely. when they find out they would only strike at us harder and without end. if there was anything that we truly new about who was behind the attack is that they were merculise and really wanted us wiped out for whatever reason. We had to blend in and become one with our surroundings, a fitting task for one with a Chameleon as his Totem. There are still many of the younger population that i know survived but are missing without a trace. those that i did find and were with me from the beginning have formed my cult. I teached the villages ways too. One young member has shown much promise with his study his name is Phill. Where this kids future lies i do not know but i see much potential for great things in this one. Who knows maybe one day he will become my second in command, one can only hope. I still know little about the night I Exalted, or who specifically ordered the attack that killed our elders. The answers are out there somewhere, and until I uncover them I shall continue my studies of Essence and the Dead.