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    Born 3/14/1391 as Alzarian Daltenizian, youngest noble son of House Daltenizian twentieth house of Arien D'yth. Unlike most houses of the fabled drow city, Daltenizian was hated and not well known to the outside trades of Vir and Decara. At the young age of twenty, the houses of Arien D'yth, formed an alliance to remove the treachorous house from the city slaying all that reside inside the great stone structures walls. Matron Mother Diquan, a masterful psionic sensed the attack days in advance preparing her house for the attack in complete secrecy while putting up a facade of the house doing only its daily routine. Two days after setting the necessary traps and magical wards around house Daltenizian the attack came without, and without further warning to Diquan. The spells and traps were no match for the numbers that were now faced Matron Mother Diquan, fearing for her houses safety she sent her eldest son Ucanide to find Alzarian and escape the complex through the vast tunnel sytem networked in the small cave behind the Daltenizian commoners dwellings. Using speed and silence Ucanide picked his way through the front yard of the complex searching for his younger brother. Scurrying from shadow to shadow seeking out the young fighter of house Daltenizian. As Ucanide turned the corner to the open part of the complex just within the main gate. His mind began to race, his body trembled, and his mouth went dry not a word could the elder boy speak. If the young wizard knew that he had just been silenced he showed no signs, his life was no longer of his concern, for laying there in that pile of dead bodies was Alzarian his brother. Then Ucanide cared about nothing suddenly nothing at all, not even his matron mother as his eyes slipped into an eternal sleep and a magical pulsing dart streaked through his heart. After two cycles of the burning orb that scans the topsides land, the battle was over, every member of house Daltenizian lay dead where they were found by a member of the raiding party. All the bodies were carried to a large graveyard to the north of Arien D'yth. Days later breath blasted into the lungs of the youngest Daltenizian, a new fire poured into his red eyes. The souls of the dead warriors beging to stir and fly around the reawakened Alikaatian, the FaLLeN AnGeL, no longer was he Alzarian no longer did good and pure thoughts course through his veins. His heart was filled with hate and vegenance, something had taken him over something's soul had flew to his body and played a perfect melody with this young drows spirit as if he were a surface elf, how wretched those demented and twisted things seemed now. No longer would he speak to the traitorous being that had been the basis of his old family being slaughtered. He would hunt them, for now he had knowledge of spells and skills he never thought he could possibly comprehend. This once backwards drow now owned a heart more evil than any of his kin could ever dream of, and as he slowly stalked down the mushroom grove seperating Arien D'yth and the graveyard, drow sentries relayed telelpathic messages back to the gates. That a peciular drow they have never seen the likes of now came towards their great city. Unknowing ot the sentries Alik knew where they were and knew everyword they now sent. As the messages to close the gate rang back to the city, Alikaatian sprang into action starting into a dead sprint towards the front gates. and leaping into the air as his long cloak flew back to reveal two large and torn bat wings. With two flaps of his great wings he now stood in the town square, as he went through the throes of a spell he sensed every possible body moving near him. And as the spell completed and his reopened he walked through the fiery portal. And to the topside town of Rune. Now he had his first link, an Infernal portal connecting him to Rune whenever he wished to go there he had to only whisper a simple command phrase. From Rune he traveled to Vospire he knew this to be the home of the best drow fighter in all of Alyria, somehow he knew Meanna could teach him more than any place his travels would take him. Spending four years of study in the city under her tutlage and mastering many fighting skills sometimes exceding those skills of his teacher. At the end of his fourth year, the warrior left without telling her, but was surprised to meet Captain Meanna at Vospires east gate on his way out, without many words she handed him a small cup, saying she knew who he really was, and explained that it was the cup of sorrows and with it he would never need drink nor food ever again. Without another word he spread his wings and took flight. Then he was off into the air soaring to New Rigel, A drow was there a drow thief and no better place would, Alikaatian find than the large and confusing city of New Rigel to perfect the ways of a rogue, especially with a rogues sanctuary, in the theives forest so well at hand. He spent the next two years training under in Rigel stealing gold and trinkets from the people who call New Rigel their home using the canal system to escape close encounters with Vashir's guard, and especially their captain Dennar, who would glady give his very life for Vashir and the Town. Easily mastering the skills of a rogue and his fleeing techniques. From his friend Delion the Stage Illusionist he learnt of a drow staying in New Rigel who possed, wonderful magical powers, and a way to get a unique magical item he would surely want. Before seeking out the this female drow, Alikaatian met Araphwael and Shiv of Section Five a well known clan of Alyria, and they extended an offer to the drow. A well studied offer for they had heard of the drow six years ago before they even began considering asking him they had spies study him and watch his movements learn as much about this drow, this drow with broken angel wings as they could. Now after six years the two Magisters of the [!SF!] did approach him and pulled at his vengeful heart strings drawing him into their folds to be a true soldier, in an elite army. Now he had a purpose other than revenge, so now he went seeking this female drow, this so called wizard what could she teach him. He studied her for weeks after learning where her home was, watched as she would leave her house talk to Vashir and go running off at his request for help. Everytime she returned safely and everytime Alikaatian would watch her movements, and her sheer beauty. After two weeks of studing her he approached her, and asked for her assistance in the ways of magic, and told her of his teachings with Meanna and the Master of the Forest, and how Delion had told him of her. For the next for years of his life he spent every waking hour with his new teacher Anasati, and over those times he learnt her many of the spells that she knows. As Delion had promised she did help him get his first of a rare magical equipment A storage trunk of the great Wizard Vandemaar. And today he stil learns from her, the only catch is he no longer learns from his teacher Anasati, he learns from his fiance Anasati. With his own power growing, Section Five proving that they might be dead but they are surely still breathing, and his love his Ana the pure part of this evil drows soul, he sits back and bides his time until he strikes out at those who do not know the elite power of Section Five and the skill of one lowly drow.

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