Pedro

Born in a warm and tropical city in a far away island on the East Sea. Pedro was a simple apprentice fisherman, building nets and learning how to create bait. He was engaged to a young woman, red and or ange hair like a summer sunset, emerald green eyes and a sweet and compassionate heart towards everyone in the city. One evening a storm came in, these are normal on these islands, everyone went to bed in their already created shelters, Pedro spent his evening with his lady, the young Natasha. The winds were hauling like wolves, the shelter shook like a boat in storm, yet they were used to this. Pedro got up to the makeshift kitchen area, it was just a stone oven and some salted fish. Suddenly the roof was lifted by teh winds and the trees on the outside bursted in. Pedro was knocked unconcious by one one of the falling trees. When he woke up, the shelter was gone, looking around the land was almost flattened, no other buildings in sight, suddenly a cold shiver falls through his back, he turns around and see his beloved under the trees, however, he only sees parts of her. He stands in shock for what seems to be days, but it was only minutes. Then he feels a burst of emotions coming up, yet they are not of sadness, but of anger, anger at the gods that forsaken him and his people. Suddenly the area went quit, it become colder, like a winter's night without a fire, and lights started glowing all around him. Whispers in the wind told him to move towards the center of the city. Where once the tallest and strongest citadel stood, an ancient and mighty building, was missing part of its wall, and a glow could be seen from within. Slowly he approached the light, his feet crackling with every step, it became colder and colder. As he reached the light, he found an ancient shrine that seems to have been hidden under the citadel, and older god, a darker god. Pedro laughed, after cursing the gods for taking everything from him, here he finds a shrine to another one, however, the laugh grew stronger, louder, heavier, yet it wasn't coming from him, but from the shrine. "You laugh at those pitiful beings that you thought were gods, yet here you are, alive...of sorts...thanks to me" Pedro's face changed to that of spite "I lived out of sheet luck, not because of some forgetten wanna be god!" The evil god laughs louder "Foolish one, look at yourself!" Pedro looks around and walked towards a broken mirror. His anger turns into surprise and slowly into fear. His skin had turned milk white, his hair lost all pixelation, his bulky body was reduced to what resembled a skeleton. The evil god laughs quiet down and it smiles "Welcome to the world of death, you are now a Necromancer!"