Within a cabin in the forests of Elnar, a single child was born to a mother and a father. The mother had loved the sight of the young child, but feared for the child's safety as well as her own. You see the child was born with eyes gleaming silver, a sign of true mysticism within the child. The father saw this differently. To him, it was an omen of their demise. This feeling of fear was thick, and the mother could feel it. To protect the child from the father, she had taken him for a walk into the town square and, after pleading to a young girl and her father, handed the young child away to be raised. She walked away weeping, never to be seen as a part of the child's life again. It was later that night that our child received his name, a name that would soon be feared by all within the lands, the name of Vaynard Allard.
Vaynard's new mother had just miscarried her own child, so she was quick to take him into her home and raise him. Her name is unimportant, for she would die when he reached the age of 8. However, the name of her own father would be important, the man by the name of Mortimor Allard. Mortimor himself was not an important man, but what he had taught Vaynard began a chain of events that would create a fear in the hearts of men around the realm. You see, Mortimor was the court magician for the royal court of Elnar and when Vaynard had been old enough to talk and read, Mortimor taught the boy several of his tricks.
Years later, when Vaynard was an adult of the age of 18, Mortimor died and Vaynard soon took his place as the court magician. However, Vaynard had also become a member of the special forces of the Elnar military. Being a spell caster, Vaynard had took it upon himself to study further into his grandfather's spellbooks and learn a few of the more powerful spells that had been left out of his training. The court of Elnar saw this and had kept him close as a specialist in their military. It was in this position that Vaynard had made his first step to his dark path.
Vaynard was not born an evil man, but destiny had lead him to a fork in the road of his life that would change his view of the world entirely. It was a chance meeting with a demon that showed Vaynard the path and the offer of power led him down that path. That demon's name was Haroun, and he served the God of Chaos, Nyst Agmuss.
Vaynard had made contact with the God of Chaos and joined the ranks of Nyst's Warriors known as the Hellions. It was stated before that Vaynard was lead to this destination by a promise of power, and that promise was kept. Vaynard was granted an amulet to wear around his neck, bearing the symbol of Nyst for all to see. The amulet held another purpose though. Powers flowed through the amulet and into Vaynard, amplifying the magical abilities he had honed through his life as well as granting him new, more frightening powers. There was a catch though. Being but a fledgling, Vaynard was required to use one of his newest abilities to maintain a power supply composed of the vigilant essence of his victims, their souls. He had become a soul reaver for Nyst.
Vaynard quickly rose through Nyst's ranks, gaining favor of the High Priest Gaerus and quickly becoming one of his right hand men. Gaerus entrusted Vaynard with Nyst's Warriors, the Hellions, and sent him out to spread the faith. Vaynard's powers had corrupted his mind, and the insertion of the symbiot known as the Spinestream had ensured that Nyst's ideals were also Vaynard's. The Word of Nyst spread like a plague over the land, and the name Nyst was feared by many. The warriors grew numerous and their names brought plight to all those who heard it. This continued for a period of time and then it came to a sudden stop. Inner turmoil had ripped the Hellions apart, and Vaynard's command was no more. Having nothing left of the Nyst following, Vaynard secluded himself from the rest of the world and did not emerge into sight for a full year.
When Vaynard did finally present himself to the world once more, he had changed. His mind was warped from his excessive studies of his own abilities, learning to master them. He was psychotic, unstable, and worst of all, willing. He was willing to continue the crusade of Nyst. That desire was quelled quickly however, as a fight with a demon had left Vaynard broken and missing both his left hand and his left eye. Though his friend and comrade Lucifer NocTarus had helped him replace the hand, his mindset would never be the same and he now either roams the lands and grasping onto ideals that are out of the ordinary and destroying nations, or returns to his shelled hovel of Falsewall Castle, and continues his studies.
This character is strictly a medieval time setting with fantasy elements. Vaynard is one of my two biggest pride and joys and is my second longest running character on this site. I make very few exceptions when playing as this character.