Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160504205202/@comment-27025277-20160508194528

"Well, as you know my surname is Titanborn. We Titanborn's are said to have giant blood in us. No argue there huh? Well that isn't the only thing special about us. Every few generations, a child is born blessed with what we call Titans Strength. He or she is able to have immense strength, thus how I am able to dual wield Greatswords."

"You would think this would be wonderful, but in reality it is a nightmare. Because of this so called 'blessing', I was forced to train as a child in battle. The Pride of the Titanborn I was to be. I didn't get a childhood, unless you count slaughtering bandits for training. When I was old enough and skilled enough, my father, Hrothvar, commanded me to slay this coven of hagravens that had plagued our community for far too long. They were formidable to say the least, but I prevailed. All except for in one way. One of them cursed me without my knowledge. Yes, it was with Lycanthropy."

"I came back with their heads with which my father grandly put on pikes for display. A bit brutal he was. It was all smiles and cheers until night fell. I had become very feverish. Sweating and shivering. It wasn't long before it happened. I transformed for the first time. I still remember the pain of my bones breaking and reforming."Caius shivered at the thought.

"I killed my two sisters and wounded my mother. I was banished, exiled, and disowned. I travelled from there, honing my control over the beast until I happened across you and Ragnar."