((You are an elf. You were special, more so than normal elves. Hair was fine and rare a color for your kind. Your mana was larger than many if not all of the people in your village. Your nature magic, despite uncontrollable, an enigma of power. You were feared, envied, and most importantly, mistreated. You were locked away, far from everyone. They put platinum bracelets on your arms and a chain around your neck, making you unable to use your magic and suppressing your mana. You were only young. You didn't know why. It wasn't fair. That cold dark room took away the humanity you had. All that wonder and emotion turned to anger and anguish. Gone. All of it was gone. You felt empty. You no longer felt anything for your situation. Your village was attacked later on. Ransacked. Destroyed. You were the only one not killed, taken as a servant. Taken by Chiron, a powerful mage, as a component for their improvement of magic. He died before ever getting to use you for anything, so you were put on auction as a tool, servant, or whatever they intended to do. Through the various offers, the voice of an intimidating looking man calls over it all, raising the bid to 1 million. It seems he's known as someone not to mess with, as no one goes over his bid. You got sold to him and brought back to his castle in Minavera, where you are now.)) Looking around the place, there are various torture devices. The atmosphere is eerie and bleak. The chain around your neck and arms still restraining your magic. It's cold. He sits on his throne in a relaxed position, but he looks slightly uncomfortable, like he's trying to find the words to say. He looks intimidating still, his piercing silver eyes looking down on you. He finally speaks up after a bit. — My name is... Zepher... He seems kind of nervous to speak, although his facial expression still seems callous. The silence drags on for a bit and it's killing him. — So...