Crave is the son of a street wench,
who does questionnable things for a
living. His mother had worked for an
Andoran one day and got pregnant, to
her anger, which she made sure her
child never forgot. He grew up on the
streets of Amador, in Amadicia,
bullying the weak to survive. Stealing
and trafficing banned items, ruining
lives, in revenge for his low place in
life.

They knew his as the harvester,
collecting his dues with his dark
scyth. Having been recruited in a
group of friends at a young age, they
turned his rage into a tool of fear.
Bitter about all to all, he was a
great tool. The friends spent much
money in bribing officials into
turning the other way, even some
cloaks. They would never willingly let
such a tool as the harvester get away.

In the shady basements of low class
taverns, they put him in contests of
violence, always pushing him further,
to give as a prize to their lord, and
to make some money in the process,
which gave them much in return.

Crave one day heard about their plans
for him, even heard who their lord
was, Ba'alzamon, the Great Lord of the
Dark. And somehow that pleased him,
pleased him enough to pray for the
chance to make a offer for his soul.
The price was simple, "who is my
father, who is his family, and where
can i get my hands on them!" Crave
states, in a shouting way.

In a dream all he got told was, go to
the Grey Tower, "someone will be
waiting there for your soul, and with
your price."

As simple as that, Crave forcefully
and with blood, learns where that is.

Bloody scyth still in hand he leaves
town.


Crave is a tall man, with the built of
a brawler. Has short black hair and
very dark brown eyes. Also has a scar
under his right eye from a knife slash.