TYPICALLY NORMAL
Devante Santanna was just another elf, born of some bitch in a brothel, bred to be the best. Trained to be the best. He was trained so well, that he surpassed many others of the Santanna family. And eventually? He challenged and won the spot of First Talon. He did this at just twenty-two years old. Tired of being walked all over, tired of taking orders.
Now he gives orders.
A TYPICAL START
Twenty years and he'd claimed the spot of First Talon; coveted though it was. They'd taught him too well. And he's defeated many challengers since then. They fall to his blade and may not realize they've lost for a handful of seconds. Until the pain sets in. He's swift, and he likes to think he's fair.
ATYPICAL DEATH
Devante was injured, gravely, during a visit to their newest acquisition Rivain. What existed of Devante before, no longer existed after this injury. A spirit slipped into his place; and once it saw the riches that the man possessed, it warped itself into Greed.
