Harlot

The echoes of the past often make stories much more grand than they were, but one story rings with clarity. Shaking the world of Regius to it's roots. One man showed such bravery, such compassion, that even the gods pitied his fate. Across the seas, that name stuck out higher than most others. Nothing special about the name itself, more the persons associated to it.
Harlot.
Across the high seas, the Harlot group was feared for not it's size but for its strength and will. A 50 man army of mainly young adults and the forgotten people of the world, they are able to push through with their enhanced weapons and will. Leading the group was a man by the name of Ardun Harlot, along side his son Haravan Harlot. Some described him a monster in Quealas' body; a daemon that snuck into the mortal realm; A primordial force that was sent to purge the world. Those who knew him closely however knew him as none of that. More a just man with a plan. A compassionate, caring father and husband to his family. Even after his wife abandoned him, he kept looking forward to the future with his son. With his crew.
With his Cutlass, Ensna, nothing would stand in the way of making his dream come true.

However, not everything goes how people want. The fateful day had finally come with the oncoming typhoon. The sea was furious, tearing at the ship. Piece by piece fell into the sea as the gaping maw of water opened up to swallow the falling members. Swirling unto the center, a glow of purple flooded out of the growing whirlpool. It was as if an eye was looking back at the fearing crew. It wasn't an eye, it was seven.
Moments before the ship tilted unto the unforgiving sea, something emerged from the depths, flinging the boat into the air. The whirlpool was replaced by the tidal wave created by the massive monster from the deep. It was unlike anything anyone had seen, a seven-eyed scaly beast stood towering over all. What must have been hundreds of meters high, the beast roared.
A dragon stood before them, more specifically *The* dragon. Obtulon, the Void Dragon. The storm broke his seal from beneath the depths, and now he has a master to get to. These people however were in the way.
It was a slaughter. People fell left and right. Some engulfed in flames, some split by the talons. Most were eaten. Only one stood his ground, the Captain. While his son lie unconscious, he stood in front of the beast. Silhouetted by the flames of the beast as it stands over him with a snare. In an attempt to save his son from a dastardly fate... He took the final breath of this beasts fire full force. Haravan looked up to see his father screaming in agony as his body is torn to shreds trying to save the young boy before being obliterated. The attempt was almost there aside from the last bout of fire that singed the boy horribly. Leaving him corrupted with the very essence of this beast. Void.
With a snort of relief, the dragon left the shipwreck. Haravan was alone. With that isolation, his anger set in. With that anger... he vowed to destroy that dragon and all associated with it.