born the shadow dragon bloodline of drow, istoraen was special from the moment he was born. he didn't want any part, though, in the cruelty of his people. except he didn't really have a choice, so he was forced to beg forgiveness for the things he was forced to do only in utmost privacy, away from even the whisper of prying eyes, and wait for the day that he would be able to escape and build a new life for himself. his magic was strong and potent, and he was trained endless, tortured for any failure until he was molded into the perfect tool, with perfect magic every time. the threat of death or worse was enough to motivate his studies, so his power and adeptness grew with every passing day.
he hated everything about drow culture, except perhaps the alcohol, and he indulged often to forget where he was. never too much, though, lest he expose his secret, as while he might have been miserable, he wasn't suicidal, and he knew loose lips would damn him faster than anything or anyone else could. time passed, though, and he continued to lack for a way to escape his home, even though he wanted nothing more than to leave. but he never lost hope that eventually, he would find a way. he knew the surface world would have its own inhospitabilities, too, but he reasoned that it could not be worse than what he had already known for his entire life. he at least wanted the chance to know, for better or for worse.
with incredibly powerful magic, he practiced in secret as well in order to become stronger, so that one day he could protect people instead of hurt them. the magic in his bloodline was already strong, but with practice, he learned how to use it to the best of its ability, to maximize his own potential, so that he didn't waste any of his talent and skill.
