Laddegus

Backstory
  He awoke uncertain of where he was. Who he was. What he was. All he knew was that he was locked in a room, locked in a suit of armor, and shackled to something calling itself a demon. He was afraid. Deeply afraid.
The demon offered to guide him out of this situation, find answers, if he did exactly as it said and promised not to hesitate. He agreed, and the two began their slow escape. They quickly found themselves facing a madhouse of undead corpses, abominations of flesh, and trained, diseased animals before they escaped. As he left the premise of the castle, he heard the lock on his armor give way. He bent down at a puddle, and removed his helmet.

All he saw was a dusty skull with faded blue hair staring back at him.

He felt his body go numb as he collapsed, a brief laughter ringing in his ears as the demon appeared before him. It told him of how grateful it was for his help. How sad it was at it's fate. But not to despair, as it could make him whole again, if he swore his body and soul to it.

He felt a surge of power rush through him as he swatted at the demon, staggering to his feet, an electric pulse coursing through him.

He refused the demon's offer. He had fought to survive. Not to become another puppet. The two did battle, and although he was inexperienced, his power allowed him to overwhelm the demon. But he did not kill it. Instead, he asked it a simple question.

"Why?"

It was dethroned from its original position of power in its world. By a creature that had in essence deleted most of its body. It was captured, forced to do the bidding of the owner of the castle until it could find a way to free itself.

It was afraid. Deeply afraid.

And so, he offered his hand in mercy and understanding, and the demon accepted. The two, although not seeing eye to eye, swore to work together to strengthen eachother.