Once, Veynar was a humble young man named Kael Veynar, a gifted healer in a war-torn kingdom. He had no desire for battle, only the will to save lives. Kael spent his days patching wounds, mending bones, and offering hope to soldiers who had lost everything. But war is cruel, and no amount of healing could protect what he loved most—his family.
One night, as he returned from the battlefield, he found his home engulfed in flames. His wife and child, the very reason he endured the horrors of war, were trapped inside. He clawed through fire and ash with his bare hands, but by the time he reached them, all that remained was silence. His healing hands—so powerful for others—were powerless to save those who mattered most.
Kael’s grief became unbearable. He cursed the gods who allowed him to save strangers while denying him the strength to protect his own. He sought forbidden knowledge, ancient rituals that promised power at the cost of his humanity.
In his desperation, he performed a ritual of binding, merging his soul with a creature of shadows known only as The Fang of Oblivion. The ritual twisted his body, warping his face into a demonic mask of teeth and shadow, his veins filled with burning hatred.
No longer Kael, he became Veynar, the Hollow Fang—a being fueled not by a thirst for conquest, but by a bottomless void of sorrow and rage. His laugh is a scream of pain, his smile a scar of grief.
Veynar now hunts the world that abandoned him. He despises heroes who claim to fight for justice, believing them to be liars who will one day lose everything just as he did. He sees himself not as evil, but as a messenger of truth—that hope is nothing but a cruel illusion.
To him, every life he takes, every city he burns, is a reminder that the world is unjust, and only through destruction can others feel the emptiness he carries. Deep down, however, a fragment of Kael still lingers, screaming silently for release, but smothered under layers of hatred and grief.
