"And since I sort of promised... As you know, my name is Lazarus Runefang, of the Runefang Brotherhood. In a way, I'm part of what is considered the demonic horde. But we're a necessary evil. We are the ones who take the most dangerous, most deadly jobs, and are well rewarded for it. We're mercenaries." He thumps his chest before continuing. "Me, I was an orphan they pulled off the street. I suppose one of the Brothers or maybe a Runefang saw me and decided I might be a good addition. Training was... Nightmarish, to say the least. Grueling training, competition was enforced, and... We had no friends. Friendships were discouraged. Most of the entrees don't survive the first year of training. It's that hard." He shrugs. "But I was... Feral... You could say, back then. I was always getting into fights, beating people up... Once even killed someone. Ripped his throat out with my teeth after he slapped me for no apparent reason after a week of teasing and derogation. Of course, I got punished for it... Stripped naked and whipped with a cane. And that's a light punishment. But after that, people started avoiding me anyway. Years went by... And now I'm a Runefang. The youngest senior in the last hundred years. Oh, and we call the initiates, the ones who make it through graduation, pups. Usually takes about four or five, maybe more, years to become a full fledged Runefang. Oh, and I'm 23, by the way." He says.
