Freya

incoming crappy backstory -

 Freya was taken from his parents at a young age and left to die in the arid desert of Sailzane, far from any clans to nurture him due to his half-and-half heritage. This fact struck him as matter-of-fact rather than tragic, so he bore no resentment towards either the Southern or Northern Sergals. While wandering Sailzane, a travelling nevrean trader took him in for a short while and shared with him the knowledge of his kind's stories, technology, and skills. It was then that Freya gained an interest in alchemy- In the beginning it was little more than tinkering for the fun of it, but Freya had surprising potential. On a trip to gather supplies for his hobby, Freya encountered a messenger from the northern clan, one who would change his life for the better and worse. She was a sleek little creature, a skilled messenger trained from birth for the job. Her patriotism was inspiring, and after enough short visits, Freya tagged along on a trip to her hometown in hopes of joining his own kind at last. however, his timing couldn't have been worse. The two were met with turmoil upon their arrival. Raiders from the south had laid siege to the city to avenge their comrades killed in the war during Rain's rule, though most by this point had perished in doing so. His companion was sent out to battle immediatly, and after being mistaken for a northern solider, Freya was shoved into the heat of battle. He struggled to avoid the pounces and jabs of southerners, scrambling desperately to find his companion once more - and find her he did. Her body was beyond repair, and though he knew this, he plucked her from the spears she was impaled upon and ran. Miles into the desert he finally regained his senses, but had nothing to do with the body. no medical skills to preserve it, no amount of alchemy that could revive it. He tried in vain with what little he had though, and in the end, her body rotted in his home until his starvation and insanity drove him to devour her corpse. His decent into madness waned however, when his memory became hazy, drowned in the sea of time that swept him away from his youth, he realized he was disgusted with what he had become. When his anger and desperation had faded, he began travelling northwards to Gold Ring. He has yet to make any lasting connections with others, being so scarred from his past, but as times had changed so had he, and he lost his resentment towards the northerners. Now he spends his time indulging in promiscuous relationships and swindling people out of their money to make a living. 

Sergals and the world of Vilous places , by:  mick39 !