I fled my old home land, ran from those that proclaimed themselves as Overlords, and called themselves the gods of the realm. I feared the corruption, not the corrupted, the corruption acted like a virus, slowly it changed people into something that should not be.

  After I had traveled many leagues on the run I collapsed from fatigue and drifted off to sleep.
And this is where I awoke, here, of all places. I often wonder if I simply entered the dreams of a mad-man, for nothing here is sain nor is it ever what it seems. Yet I can trust that the friends I made are real, for they are touched with power.

  Now I know, I ran from a virus I was immune to. I called myself a demon back then, now I find it was only a guise, this realm has shown me my reality.
 I am known as an elemental, a creature that embodies a single concept within itself, my embodiment is of chaos, formed by natures need to regulate its own balance.
 As such my history is prone to changing, for it never truly happened, only now and here is real.
 Everything about me is prone to the change, except the things that make me truly me, such as my principles, for even chaos needs somthing to anchor itself to this world.

 I revere nature above most, it is my true mother and I would give my life to protect it. But first I must become strong, or my use is limited.