Known as one of the clan's most fearsome fighters, this aqrion has since lost his way, and, in the process, his mind. 

He, like his family and clanmates, was trained for war since he was young. Did they all know what the war was about? No, but it was some age-long conflict that had been going on for longer than any living aqrion- at least in his camp- could remember. He, with his battalion, fought, winning and losing many battles. He watched soldiers rotate out, die, and be so wounded they could no longer fight. He remembers this all. What he doesn't remember is his Final Battle.

When he remembers again, he was alone. His name is no longer His. He does not know it. Did he ever even have a name? All he knows is war and what he is- a soldier. He is still known for his battle skill, but now for a much, much, different reason. He is now shunned because of His corruption. He does not know what is wrong. He does not know who he is. He does know though, his need to corrupt. To feed. To fight.