Veydrum

Veydrum always was a little bit different than everybody else. Nothing obvious, but different. As a child, people jeered at him because of his red eyes. Many wrinkled their noses at the repulsive odor of brimstone that always seemed to follow him. People ridiculed him so much that he began to steal from the obvious bullies. He stole jewelry and sold them for a good price. All was somewhat well until he got caught. It was when he was stealing from the bully he hated the most. Ferall. He laughed and jeered at Veydrum every time they met. Ferall had dunked Veydrum in the river countless times and on rare occasion did not punch him. Now Veydrum was relieving him of some of his possessions. That was when the mother found him. She had called to the guards earnestly. They came. They came and took him away. They beat him and punched him with much more force then Ferall had done. Veydrum tried to explain through his tears but they did not listen. Afterwards they sent him to a jail cell. They. That was how Veydrum referred to all the people who caused him pain. They. It was they who tortured his life and put him to shame. They. He would destroy they. Vedrum managed to pick the lock of the cell with a piece of metal he had in his pocket. Now was his chance to find they. But his search was in vain. A tribe of orcs had come and destroyed the village. Everyone was dead. He brooded on this for a day next to the bodies of the village. They had been mean to him. They had tortured his life. But they were people. With that thought in mind he grabbed a dagger from a slain orc and set off in pursuit of the attackers. He is now an adventurer with dark thoughts, yet he strives to do what he thinks is right.