Adenth Sarmara

Story: Born into a long-forgotten country, Adenth was a prince of two smaller kingdoms that made up the region of Agarea. Silver and Gold were the two kingdoms. Gold was small, peaceful and overall lovely. Adenth was born to the much more militant and larger kingdom of Silver. His father never let him have a say in anything, which in turn confused the prince. How would he learn to rule if he couldn't observe and listen, at least?

The further years were mildly chaotic. Silver was preparing for war with Gold, going to attack under the cover of a peace treaty. Adenth didn't enjoy the idea. The young prince had no understanding as to why fighting was ever really necessary. He admired the Gold kingdom, even. How they could be virtuous and forgiving in the faces of terrible people - like his father. 

Adenth was powerless to stop the assault on the Gold kingdom, and the glimmering castle burnt down overnight. Some villagers said they could hear screams even after the fire died down.

When he was old enough, Adenth decided to leave the Silver kingdom and travel. His father wouldn't give up the throne until he was dead, anyway. Lunae seemed to have so much in store for the prince. Towering mountains, sprawling fields and winding pathways through the landscapes and cities. A marvelous world. 

More strife was to await Adenth when he arrived back to the Silver kingdom, though. For there was nothing to arrive to. Everything was just... gone. All buildings burnt to the ground, the castle in shambles. But it wasn't a fire. The plants didn't look charred and there was a high magical presence in the air. Was Silver obliterated by a spell? Perhaps. Adenth couldn't find any bodies either. Instead, when venturing up to the ruined Silver castle, all he found was a locket pendant. It didn't seem familiar in any way, but seeing as it was the only notable thing in the whole ruins, Adenth picked it up.

A shock like lightning struck him. Souls started seeping out of the pendant - surrounding him. They looked familiar. Peasants, servants, the army... All assembled in this tiny locket. There was a choir of voices. 

"I am the god of death. I speak through these souls for from now on you are spellbound. These souls are your life. To finally die, so must your people."
After this, the ghosts quickly disappeared and seeped back into the locket. Adenth was bewildered. He grabbed the pendant and scrambled out of the castle ruins, now off to wherever the stars may lead.

Spellbound? Curse is more likely. Were Adenth's thoughts on his first death. Somebody that had recognized him put a sword through his head - it left a hideous scar across the prince's face. Though, for silver lining, the person's face upon Adenth's surprisingly quick revival was priceless.
Like this, the cursed prince spent a long time wandering around Lunae. He took on many identities and made sure to always hide his face.

An opportunity appeared. Azulas, a kingdom neighboring to Challyn had fallen into chaos. The queen had died, the princess had thrown herself off a cliff and the king disappeared without a trace. Seeing as there was no heir, Adenth saw a chance. He took the quickest route to Azulas - seizing the kingdom for himself. People had mixed reactions. Some were relieved to be under rule, some were miffed by the arrival of a stranger king. However, Adenth was now a king none the less.