Goraeth

    Ever since he was young, he always wanted to be a Buhtali. Girath wasn't like the other children, he always kept to himself and never wandered far from home. He never had much of a home anyway, his parents died at an early age for him, and from then on, he kept to himself to the point of not engaging in school. The other kids constantly made fun of him, constantly calling him a dek. "Dek, dek, dek, you've always been a dek Girath.” Girath never responded to these insults against his ability to use magic. He knew he could use magic, he just decided not to.     Using magic for him was like a death sentence. Ever since he was young, he lost his parents to a tragic accident in which his magic went out of control and killed them both. He never forgave himself for that. Ever since that day, he hasn't laughed, not once. When he was a baby, he would constantly laugh at his surroundings, now all he is, is a shell of a human. But he never gave up on his dream, a dream so far out there, not even the Gods could think of such an idea. He wanted to become a Buhtali, one of the great magic users of the realms. He didn't know what type of Buhtali he wanted to be, but he wanted to become a Buhtali so badly that the death of his parents didn't change anything for him.     He wanted to prove the kids wrong, so he would go home and practice his magic, day and night. He barely slept, but he didn't have to. His magic was rare, it wasn't like other magics. He was born with the ability to use inner-magic, a rare state of magical transcendence that would allow the user 10 different possible magics. However, Girath, had the eleventh possible magic, one that was so rare to naturally gain, that no other human in the world has ever attained it. Dark magic.