Griffin Boy

Name: Erzraen
Race: Half human /Demigod 
Gender: Male
Age: 17

Height/Weight: 5’ 10” 150lbs
Personality/Interests: Grim, angry and depressed by nature, closed offish, dislikes and distrusts people in general. He is very well educated in killing people but not in much else.

Appearance: Handsome, striking features

Details:
Body build: Lean and lanky, muscular
Hair: Short, messy, windswept look
Hair color: Blonde with shallow brown roots 
Skin color: Pale white
Eye/Iris color: Blue
Notable Features: 
His left arm is always engulfed in a blue flame from the elbow to the tip of his fingers. He is very close to a particularly ferocious griffin and is never very far from it.

Clothing Description: 
Loose grey wool parachute pants, matching vest, grey stone ring anklet around left ankle

Equipment : 
none

Weapon(s)
none

History:
“Lightning is the sky’s way of warning us that things are about to change…” Those were my mother’s last words. There was a thunderstorm that night, the night she was murdered. I was tied to the beam closest to the alter where she was laid on; close enough to hear her whisper her last breath. They were all gathered there in the shrine house, the entire village. They chanted in quite, chilling tones. They reached into her chest and pulled from it her heart, crimson and still beating. I trashed against the ropes that held me fast but it was useless. I wanted to do to every one of them the same that they had done to her, but that was before I knew that they controlled me. She was murdered the first night of my seventeenth year of life and it was on that day that my left arm ignited and was engulfed in an unending blue flame and the same that a great gale of wind emanated from my right hand. They killed my mother to offer her as a sacrifice to me. They tore out her heart and forced it into my burning hand and cheered and it burned in my grasp. I cried and my tears fed my hatred for them. I loved her so much and they slaughtered her for me. How I long to slaughter them in return…