[Kanobei]

His breath clung to him pleadingly against the frigid air. Panting, he stood up straight and proud. Though he came from a common birth, he has been since acknowledged as a prodigy at a young age. Merok grimaced as the pain set in from a few bruises and welts on his arms. However, his training partner wasn't as lucky. The poor soul lay in a crumpled heap unconscious.

He didn't speak much at all. In fact, you'd almost thing Merok was a mute. He silently watched as their instructor tended to his opponent, which was starting to come to. Merok nodded deeply at the other and turned to walk away.

"Merok you weren't dismissed!" Exclaimed the instructor to his pupil whom only got a brief side glance from Merok. His gaze was silent and strong, which caused the teacher to stare silently as the child walked away. He was on his way back to the orphanage to rest for the night. As he walked through the deep cavern's halls, the people avoided his gaze and gave him much more space than he needed. Unfortunately, this was due to Merok's infamy. He was known for his short fiery temper, but more importantly he was seen as cursed by the clan. He was the only member in the clan to have fiery red eyes, which gave the impression of embers beneath his silky black hair that swept in winter's icy gusts.

Little was known about him. Though he was assumed to be common, nobody could be certain. He had been found abandoned by his parents in some evergreens down at the base of their illustrious mountain. Some even speculate he was borne from hell itself. Though we might not ever find out.