I was born a nobles' son in the lands of Cormyr. My parents dreamed of greater things for me and sent me as a youth to Arabel to be trained as a paladin. In time I completed this training and gained divine power through Torm. Roaming the land as a knight-errant I hunted evildoers and defended the common man. Giving up my life that they might not. Giving up my dreams that they might know peace and realize theirs. A life in which I felt unloved, unappreciated, unrespected. Able to look at the things others had, the life others had. Look but never touch. Never have. My favorite prey, my specialty, wizards of the darker arts. With passion otherwise unequalled in my empty life I pursued them. The slightest rumors of one’s work enough to begin the hunt. When possible I studied the forbidden tomes with the teachings of their way. The better to destroy them if I knew them, or so I told himself. But one day I was given to understand that I did not pursue the evil necromancers with such fervor because I loathed them. In the deepest depths of my heart, I know it is my life I despise, and theirs I envy. I covet the power, freedom, and respect they have that I never had.