Background:Kanyon

At the age of sixteen Kanyon was much like another youth growing up in a
small village. He had reached the age of manhood and would now undergo
the right of passage, as was the custom of every male of his village on
the night of their sixthteenth year of life. 

The rite which Kanyon had not been able to stop thinking about since
waking this morning was a journey into the dark forest of Scoron. 

Many myths and legends had grown about the dark wood just outside of
town, passed from old to young over the years as such things are, and
shared between the young around late night fires, told back and forth
the stories growing and twisting with each telling. 

The truth of the forest held by the Village elders and indeed the rest
of the village as well was that Scoron woods had been place there by an
ancient god long since forgotten, as an instrument if testing and
cleansing for his chosen people, the ancestors of the villagers. 
At dusk on a male Childs sixteenth name day he would enter the dark wood
alone and only the clothing on his back, they were to venture deep into
the heart of the forest and once there face the darkness within
themselves to vanquish it then exit the woods at daybreak cleansed of
evil within and at peace with the world.Or if the one being tested was
weak and unable to banish it they would in turn be consumed by it and
destroyed. Most survived but of all of them not one would ever speak of
what it was they found in Scoron's heart. 

As dusk deepened into night Kanyon entered Scoron woods and journeyed
deep to the heart but what he found was very different to what the
elders taught, true a man had to face the evil within himself and also
true was the claim that he could vanquish that evil and cleans himself
of the evil, or die trying but what Kanyon learned was that a third
choice existed, he could embrace that evil and by doing so gain great
power. The truth of the forest was this, that it was place there by an
ancient god was true, that it was an instrument of testing was also
true. but the god that created the forest was not a benevolent one but
one of pure unimaginable evil to twist and warp his slaves, those that
were worth, into vile living weapons to use against his mortal foes. 

It was the third choice Kanyon made that night, he embraced the
darkness, the black abyss that lurked inside us all and in so doing his
soul became a twisted corrupt imitation of a real soul. Tho different in
mind and soul the physical changes were slow to come, an aversion to
sunlight, his skin becoming more pale by the day and his shift from
normal teen to man of aggression and paranoia. 

Then the hunger began, small at first then growing to the point that not
matter how much he ate Kanyon was still plagued by it. 

Kanyon lived among the villagers for three months without incident until
one night in a heated argument with one of the girls of his village,
Kanyon driven half mad by the hunger and pushed to the edge of by the
girls rejection lashed out in blind rage tearing a large hold in her
throat, a fountain of bright blood hit him in the face and the tang of
coppery blood filled his mouth and nose. Before he knew what was
happening Kanyon found himself on the ground beside the corpse drinking
deeply from the gushing wound in the girls throat, relishing the warm
feeling spreading through his body. Once the hunger was sated and he
began to think clearly again Kanyon knew he had to leave the village, so
with nothing but the clothes on his back he took to the road. Traveling
by night and feeding on any unwary travelers Kanyon eventually made his
way to the city of Midgaard and taking up residence in the poor quarter
he was quickly recruited into the Guild of thieves thanks to his unique
abilities. Now he lives in the shadows of the city climbing his way up
the gild one rival at a time, plotting and planning for his rise to the
top and anticipating the power that would be his with time, and truly
who has more time than the Vampire.