Vyl Jules

Being born into an extremely strict and lowest of the low area, Vyl was thrown into becoming a slave just like his family and known ones. A world separated by some simple beings thinking they are better than the rest, and forcing those into working their hearts out. Vyl experienced torture and death all around him and even on himself. Loosing an arm by just attempting to get a loaf of bread, and others loosing their actual life by just trying to grab a drink. A World where punishment is taken to an extreme even if you're glared at, you're bound to get your eyes taken out. Vyl's kind was seen as the lowest of the low and worst of all, seen as the impure, and as ones sent to the world to serve such pure kind above him.

A few years later, managing to escape with a few other slaves with a injuries, Vyl swore to himself to find a way to find freedom for his kind; even if it meant blood getting spilled.