Title: my life those intrested in reading this better ask Perto. *Strangely all this is written in blood surgeons would detect goblinoid blood trog blood and at the last paragraph some ogre blood*

I was raised by a ordinary family my dad was a butcher which was a job that provided food and of course money for the family. since I was 8 Ive been studying being a butcher where to slice certain meats. Which meats taste better. But when I was 13 my father butchered another meat my mother I had jusst heard them arguing then suddenly my mother screamed then I suddenly saw my father slicing my moms corpse in the kitchen. I was horified and sad I just didnt know what to do. So I took a spare knife and sliced my fathers legs off knocking him on top of me. He tried to stab me with the butcher knife but I was quick enough to slice his hands off. I heard my fathers screams of pain as he was bleeding then I silenced it and sliced off his chest slicing him in half thats when I tasted blood that wasnt my own for the first time I didnt apreciate its taste or extasy at the time.

I didnt Apreciate its sweetness,the sweetness that once I killed a person I could do what I wanted to it.

Now back to the story so I was now a orphan of 13 but oddly a adventure adopted me and taught me the arts of swordsmanship. He was done teaching me when I turned 17 and was old enough to survive. I heard rumors of an old cave I went in the cave deeper and deeper until I was hit with a poision crossbow and fell to the floor. Where I was in the drow city The drow where harsh and heart me alot however I learned to enjoy the pain as there pleasure comes from the enjoyment of suffering if pain made me feel joy they would have no pleasure. Soon the pain was a feeling I couldnt stop and then began hurting myself. That is how I became a masochist. The Drow barely fed us enought to survive I had to find other sources of food. I asked a halfling to meet me somewhere he was dumb enough to listen to me. I then leaped at him strangling him to death then I had my meal. Again at first I didnt taste the goodness but then after a awhile it tasted better then a feast the greatest delicasy. Ive eaten alot of humnois races some even monstrous humanoids.

In my hunts I learned to ignore the pain that others felt and make me feel pleasure as the pain there screams became luaghter and joy inside of me. The thrill of a persons screams before they finally died always gave me pleasure. One day I finally managed to escape took a plan of 2 years. Me and alot of slaves killed a warden so I ate his corpse toook his sword and led the slaves to freedom. Where I searched all over the underdark I found my true path. A bright light filled with humans in the surface it was like a Sanctuary. Not only a sanctuary a good place to enjoy my meals.