As told by himself
My father was once a great Gold Dragon, one of many Great Wyrms in his land. Gold Dragons are known for not only their amazing strength and power, but for their wisdom and loyalty to the side of good. My father, however, is perhaps one of the only Gold Dragons, especially those of his age and stature, to ever fall to evil. He became so delighted in discovering the ways of darkness, that he devoted every waking moment to it, luring and threatening more and more to his cause. Whatever name he had before was lost, and he was then simply called Taint, for that was what he lived to do to the world.
One day when he was deriving his delight by razing an Elven village, he decided to inspect the bloodshed and horror from the angle of a humanoid, as Gold Dragons can choose to do so. As he did he happened upon a frightened young woman, who had vainly tried to hide away from the slaughter. Then, he...he committed a most unspeakable act upon her...after which he left her to die amid the blazing buildings.
Some time shortly after, my father received news that in fact some of the inhabitants of that Elven village had survived and were beginning to rebuild. Suddenly intrigued by the possibility of that young woman surviving, he decided to watch and wait. Sure enough, she had - and gave birth to me, her son. Some years went by, then without warning, my father struck again, this time with a new purpose. Rather than simply razing the village, he had his raiders kidnap all the children who appeared younger than 5 years of age, and to kill anyone who dared stop them. So I was brought to my father, along with one other child. He was older than me, just learning how to speak. He was able to say a few words, and his name, Kurokawa. We were both raised by my father, learning his ways and the arts of war. Kurokawa took to swordsmanship quickly, and though I was fairly skilled with a sword myself my passion was always with the martial arts. We were good friends, but rivals as well, knowing full well that, though I was his son, if I ever showed a sure sign of weakness I would lose my hold as his successor.
For more than two centuries I lived under my father, doing his bidding. But slowly, I was beginning to doubt his cause. Perhaps it was because of things I had learned while studying the martial arts. Perhaps it was my heritage showing itself. I do not know for sure. But I knew that eventually, the day would come where I would no longer be able to serve under him. That day came when we were out 'recruiting' one day. We had convinced a man from one of the larger Elven villages that we would spare his family if he would make things easier for the recruiters on a certain day. We knew he would come through for us. He was of the house of Oda, a very influential family in the region, and he would certainly do anything to protect his name. He told us that a young man from the village, this man's son and well known for the purity of his character and spirit, was leaving the town for a large city across the ocean to see what could be learned there. Our man advised us to come on that day, as most would be at the celebration before he left.
When we rode into town, those that did not seem fit or would not come willingly were cut down where they stood. Kurokawa decided to have some extra fun and struck down the young man. His father protested, and he too suffered the same fate. At this point I could bare it no longer, and demanded that all actions be ceased. Kurokawa decided instead to fight me, and he lost. I made the mistake of allowing him to live, and he used a dirty trick, and catching me off guard horribly wounded me and left me to die with all the others. The young man, somehow still alive, was lying near me, grasping for breath as he desperately chanted a healing spell. Turning his head to see me there, he smiled at me and slowly placed his hand on my body. As I felt the white light sink into my body I could also hear him breathe his last. My wounds were near fully healed, a testament to the power that man already held at such young age. He healed my body, but my mind was now ripping itself apart. I didn't know who I was anymore, what I believed, or where I was to go. So, I decided to honor that young man and take on his quest as my own, and as I traveled my mind broke down and started believing the lie, that I really WAS that man. It happened slowly, each time I went through it in my head one thing was different...chunks of my past would disappear up to that one day, and would be replaced by false ones of a young monk in training in a small village. Even the events of that day were changed to erase all thoughts of my father and Kurokawa. By the time I had made it to that port city across the ocean, Moorgate, I could only recall two things. My name, Oda Nobunaga, and the day that my father and village was destroyed by wandering bandits...