Born during the Golden Age, pre-dating the war that nearly wiped out all dragons by a few hundred years. In that time, he mated once with a woman called Shari'adune, and had a daughter by her. They did not stick together for long as the war happened. He took his daughter and secured her somewhere before joining the war efforts. He never saw battle on the true front lines, and in the end survived the war.

After the defeat of his purpose, he could not bring himself to return to the former seat of power, the main roost where the Isthaasztra had remained, and instead retrieved his daughter and sought out different lands. They found safety in the most unlikely place: the frozen North. Here he founded his own people, a people that came to be skilled craftsmen and warriors, half-dragon, half-human/non-dragon - a nation of draconigen were born. Here they thrived and trained, made their lives, preparing for an eventual return of the enemy... and hoping for the return of other dragons, of a female dragon, an empress to follow.

When first Visorya regained her Breath, a flash of energy burst out from her. It was brief, but it was enough to light hope in some of the remaining dragons, despite how far away they were. The first time she went into her dragon form and into battle, was when Beraazkhem knew for certain: a female was alive, a White. He lit a beacon, rallying some of his forces, setting sail to find the new female, to see if she was worth bending the knee to. The search was rewarded with meeting her and her draconigen offspring, learning that she was everything he had hoped, a ruler whose ideals he could get behind. Soon he was pledged to her, and his was the first brood of pure-blood dragons she lay - the first in a thousand years.