Infernal Clan
Thus he was branded, an Infernal. He had almost died the night he was Damned into the Infernal Clan. His body did not willing accept the Mist into it and openly rebelled. The pain associated with the Damning was nothing compared to one who's body do not allow it willing. He almost died in the arms of his fellow Infernals, though not yet an Infernal.
Finally after he could stand no more pain, he decided he would slip quietly into the abyss, softly into the gentle arms of his Godess, for she would sure welcome this warrior whom died with honor. The pain was too intense and then when it seemed it could handle it no longer, it lessened. It did not receed completely for a long time. The branding itself was tender upon his neck for quite some time.
Proudly, upon healing, he displayed the mark of his clan. Wearing low backed shirts he displayed it no matter where he went. Though not many people questioned it, for it was common amongst those he came in contact with, he was none the less, a most humble servant of the clan.
Surrounding himself with the family and friends he had loved and admired, he relaxed in his splendor and become happy. But as with all good things, this too came to an end. He recieved news that the clan was disbanning. Unbelieving, he tried to determine the reason himself and found himself face to face with the Mist, sent out to kill those whom still held on to the desire of the clan.
Knowing nothing but the self preservation he ran. Wearing now a cloak and cowl, covering not only the brand upon his neck but his face to others. There was only one other he had ever shown his face to. She too betrayed him. He not only ran from the Mist but from another. A female, Krin Infernal. She had been a most loyal member, and when the clan disbanned, her mind was shattered and destroyed. She hunted Corian, and thus he changed once more.
He became known to many as Chase Langer, for what better way to hide than to stand out in the open? He still feared the Mist but had grown weary of hiding the day he had met with Infernal Guardian. He still feared the painful death when the mist was removed from his body, but he no longer wished to hide.
To his surprise, the Infernal Clan was once more! He was accepted with some resentfulness as well as suspicions, but accepted none the less. He was offered a position in DMotM which he took. Eventually they moved to Den'Nroth, a city of the damned residing in Glacia. It is here he remains loyal and his heart remains light.
He has met up with many people and befriended a few. Diamond Infernal, one of his friends as well as Daeron Earfalas with his slave Celarawen. Eventually his family will grow and perhaps one day he will once again find love.
