Vlad grew up in a small peasant village shortly before the dawn of the Sorceror's War. As the kingdoms of the world began to amass their great armies in the hopes of world dominance, it was not uncommon for the kings to summon their footsoldiers from the lowly peasant farmers. Vladmir's father was just such a man, and the day came that the man was summoned to war, never to return. Vlad learned, much to his own horror, that his father had been no great warrior - he was fodder for the mages, used as a simple pawn by the arrogant kingdom he lived within. As the Sorceror's War took its toll on the kingdom, Vlad fled to join a band of raiders upon the open sea. In the aftermath of the War, now hoping to rise in the ranks, Vlad and a fellow deck-swabber snuck onto the Isle of Nalyndria one night when the raiders had docked there. They had heard of the great and powerful Sorceror, the last of his kind, and dreamed of the riches that they could return with. Neither made it out alive. One made it out undead. Vlad discovered his fate to be one worse than death, for in the confusion of their blundered theft, Vlad killed the Sorceror's only daughter, his last remaining heir. The punishment - Vampyrism, though it had not yet been given a name. Forever cursed with a life of agony of isolation, Vlad made it his new purpose to destroy this curse by the only means he knew - to kill the Sorceror. Alas, the Sorceror had placed a ward upon his tower, so Vlad turned to slaying those Vampyres he himself had accidentally created during his first few delirious nights. It was only when Vlad came across the young mage Nylrem, a man with a vendetta of his own against the Sorceror, that Vlad finally saw the means to execute his vengeance. UPDATE: I've secretly replaced this image of Vladmir with a newer, better drawing of him. Let's see if you notice the difference.