Synark

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Past
Synark Groundscythe was originally a happy-go-lucky member of the Scythe warband. He grew up with his attunement to the Earth and never opted to change his style of magic. He was utterly facinated with how earth formed and how well he could wield and control it. When it came time to chose his name, Synark chose Groundscythe. It was fitting and his 'band mates agreed.

Synark was always the runt of the group, constantly delving into his research which left him physical incappable of many brute-force tasks. He left it up to the rest of Scythe to take care of such while he remained back and provided magical support while the rest of his warband struck from the frontlines.

After many missions and successes, his warband was so adamant about their prowess, figuring they could take on the world... they struck a Flame Legion camp. Synark killed the shaman that was located there while the rest of his 'band took out the followers. The location was a bottleneck. There was no way out aside from a single path and that is what ended the Scythe warband. They were captured.

Synark was taken to a prison-like dungeon. Placed in a fridged room and chained like the rest of the members of his warband. Each and every one of them were tortured and killed in the most grusome of ways. Some drug off bloody and beaten, others remained in the chains as they were burned, stabbed, battered, poisoned. Synark was a special case. They attempted to convert him, forcing his attunement to fire with a small idol, a totem that controlled his magic so explicitly and so addictively that it later changed him into what he is today.

The Blade Company later that week heard word of a missing warband, this brought a mass of angry Charr against the Flame Legion, though it was much too late for the members of Scythe. The only one that remained was Synark and his rescue would inevitably lead to incomprehensable troubles in the future.

Appearance Before The Idol
Synark is a runt, wearing fashionable robes that held an exquisite look about them. Though, no matter what the elementalist did, he could never keep them clean. They would always hold reminants of dirt, dust, or even flakes of iron that gathered on his body from his use of magnetism with his earth attunement.

Synark's fur was a dark brown; groomed as he enjoys appearing neat and scholarly.