Sparty O'Hanlon

Origins
Vrellians are a Subvariant Human race that led a large knightly warrior empire in a far off unknown land. This empire was most notably recognized for their hunts and captures of evil demons, devils, fiends, feys, etc. from the upper and lower planes of the Spirit Realm that sundered into the Material Plane of the mortal man. They then used their stolen power to create powerful magical weapons, armors, and other assorted items to aid them in other hunts and battles. The Vrellian Empire lasted multitudes of generations until its greatest defeat in the recent 20+ plus years past, causing its assumed "Extinction".

Early Life
Sparty O'Hanlon was born in the Capital Imperial City of Vrellia, centralized in a land unknown. He had a typical militaristic upbringing, being the only son to a high ranking noble that assisted in the leadership of the empires military. From an early age he was trained in multiple different sword styles, but he primarily exceled in using longer bladed weapons such as long swords and great swords. Sparty had also learned the primary basics to capturing and sealing evil spirits, mostly able to trap them in a wide range of weapons and smaller items to give them powerful enchantments.

He struggled with the responsibility and expectations of becoming the heir to his fathers legacy as he grew older, whose faith he hoped to vindicate by proving that he was worthy of the title. Although his teachers commented on the exceptional skill he possessed for his age- his father was concerned with the development of his humility, commenting on his lack of experience. This in turn began to draw a divide in the relationship with his Father, believing that he failed to recognize his true strength and devotion to his people and namely his parentage. As years passed, he struggled to live by the tenets of his fellow Vrellians- slowly being devoured by strong emotions he desired to overcome.

The Extinction
The day was quiet and still, gray skies and pale sunlight shining judgment on a city unmoving. Then he came, an unholy creature feared by mortal beings for their malign magic, their intelligence, and their willingness to embrace undeath for a life everlasting, The Grand Lich most often referred to by as "The Sultan". A loud boom echoed through the capital, announcing the start to the horrors that sentenced every citizen to a fate worse than death. The once quiet streets were now filled with the sounds of the terrified and the inhuman screeches of monsters released onto their captors, "enslavers" as they called them from what wasn't spoken from their infernal tongues.

No trial he completed nor amount of training prepared him for the cries or the blood. Sparty was amazed he lasted the first hour, let alone the first day amidst the heat and chaos that ensued around him. There were no orders from the superiors, everyone acting off of base instinct while trying to keep their sanity.