Under a Bleeding Sun
Mider - Deceased
Mider was found assassinated and his head removed in his house in Tyr. He had two wrist razor wounds going into his vitals.
I was more or less born into slavery. From as early as I can remember I was the property of a very wicked man, a man that defiled the living. I knew what he was doing was wrong and I sought to undo the corruption that he was causing. I wanted to undo his wake of death with all my heart. Out of my sheer will I found myself capable of manipulating the dried earth and dead organic matter in defiled spots, but my power was never really quite as strong as I had hoped. I could never actually reverse the process; I couldn’t return the life to dead spots.
When I was old enough and strong enough to escape the clutches of that monster I did so. But no matter how far away from him I got, I could never wash myself of his filth. I simply couldn’t get him out of my mind. I realize the evil that is defiling, and I now seek to stamp it out wherever I can. No one should have to suffer the torment of my youth and each defiler dispatched is an untold amount of life saved.
There is a bit of irony in the fact that my own personal power flows from these dead spots. But ultimately I consider that the natural reaction to a very unnatural process. I am the pendulum swinging back at the defilers with all the power and momentum of the death they have created. I will create my own wake, and the defilers shall be nothing but carnage in it.