Born to a Sev'ryn mother and Lotharro father, Cervantez would learn the beauty of death at a very young age. His father was apart of the Black Skeleton Mercenary & execution company, as a contract killer under the disguise of a mercenary. At the time Cervantez lived a normal life, but that all changed at the age of 6. His mother had fallen ill with an illness, something common within the Yaralon life.
He spent most of his childhood looking after her, as much as a young kid could. During these times his mother taught him both the joys and sorrows of life itself, learning to accept the beauty in all things. She showed him many wonders of both her people and his fathers, even if hers was slowly fading.
His father, on the other hand, taught him lessons in death. Cervantez learned the family business, both as a merc and an assassin. From ages 10-15, when he wasn't looking after his mother or taking care of the Massibex pup, he was with his father on the job, aiding in with the company and their tasks to killing contracted targets with his father. When he turned 16 he began to develop himself both in mind and body, and his father took notice.
At first, it was just little glances and looks, but then it turned into touches and gropes. When Cervantez protested his father threatened him with his mothers' life. Cervantez's world revolved around his mother and her health and would die before being the cause of her death.
For two & half arcs he suffered under his father's sexual abuse. By the age of 19, Cervantez had begun to run things with the Black Skeletons, taking the helm as his lecher of a father focused on contract killing. One day his world died, burning around him.
He had gotten a message from a village that horrific noises and the sound of a struggle could be heard from his home. Frantic he rushed there, and when he got there he found his mother, sitting in a pool of her own blood, on the floor. Tears pouring from his eyes he went to go take her to get help, but she refused and told him that it was already too late for her.
She told him she was sorry for not seeing what his father was doing to him sooner, that she failed as a parent to protect her baby boy. With her final breath, she told him how proud of him she was, for being so strong and enduring such a hellish life for her sake. She told him not to worry anymore now that death had come to free her from this terrible life.
With that, she died in his arms, to which he spent the next five hours sobbing uncontrollably until the neighbors arrived with help from the Black Skulls. On the next trial, Cervantez buried his mother and now had to endure the reign of his lech of a father. He remained in the home for two more arcs, but soon he would be set free from his hellish shackles.
On his 21 birthday, his father did what he had always done and proceeded to defile Cervantez. His only mistake was mentioning how he had done the same thing to his mother before he killed her for trying to stop his sexual attacks on their son. I guess you could say he was a late bloomer in terms of the manifestation of his lotharro animalism.
In a fit of absolute rage, he lashed out at his father, catching the man off guard. He stood naked, his visage that of pure hatred as he held his father's throat in his grasp. "Any last words you sick f*ck!" He snarled, a primal echo trailing behind his words.
All his father could do was smile on his face and with a wail, Cervantez proceeded to crush the man's neck till he stopped struggling. The house fell silent as Cervantez just stood there, but then it was soon broken as he began to laugh. At first, it was just a giggle, then became a chuckle, until it evolved into a full-blown cackle.
He was relieved to have finally broken free of this hell he was in. By this time he left Yaralon for the required year, but not before covering his father's death, making it seem like he was killed while on a mission. Together with his pet Massibex, he traveled across the eastern continent, perfecting his body through physical training, his endurance with withstanding adverse weather and becoming stronger by play housing with his war hound.
After returning back to Yaralon, he set out to hunt the members of the Black Skeletons, knowing their involvement in his sexual abuse as well as the murder of his mother. In total there were 5 of them, excluding his now-deceased father. In a span of three arcs, Cervantez would challenge them to duels to the death.
It wasn't easy as they were far better skilled than he was, but due to his time working alongside these men, had an edge. Prior to these duels, Cervantez trained rigorously, lifting a heavy object to increase his strength, practicing evasive and acrobatic moves in order to up his reaction time, and above else going trials on end perfecting his technique with the flail scythe of his. Between the duels and his training, Cervantez was filling into his lotharro genetics exceptionally well.
Exploiting their physical and mental weaknesses he was able to hold his own against them, winning each dual, and gaining the satisfaction of killing them. To him it was more so a release, knowing they no longer had to bare the burden of their crimes any longer, as death grants you the ultimate peace. Around this time, his obsession with death came into full bloom.
It went from a fascination to full-blown enthrallment, which led him to the path of Necromancy. He wanted to learn the magic so bad as if it was like breathing to him. One day he was traversing the dangerous wilds of Yaralon when he happened to find this cottage.
Seeing how harsh living outside the city was, it was odd and unusual to see such a thing. He decided he wanted to investigate it and looked around. Within the home, he found bizarre things, jars of weird creatures, bones piled in the corner, what looked like a workstation, and most of all, books.
These books held the knowledge of necromancy. He was excited, though it faded when the owner of the house decided to show herself. She introduced herself as Mariatte Lahvayeau and revealed herself to be a necromancer. She noticed his interest in the art but found his fascination more like a whim than a desire. When he asked her to teach him, she refused and forced him away.
Determined Cervantez would not relinquish his desire to be taught by this woman. Upon his first return to her cottage, she was not home, and a disappointed. Upon his second visit, she was there but adamantly ignored his advances.
By his third visit, she was impressed by his tenacity, but infuriated by his annoying persistence. She told him that she would teach him, but gave him a time to wait for her. She sent him home and for what felt like weeks, he waited.
One night he awoke to the humming of a woman, waking to find Mariatte sitting on the edge of his bed. She was well underway in preparation for his initiation, and when it was complete, she cut herself & Cervantez, passing her spark to him. Once done, the undead she called forth appeared before him.
She explained that in order for him to walk the path of Necromancy, he had to submit this husk under his control. Explaining the time limit on the spark's shelf life, she urged him to seize command of the husk as soon as possible. Jumping to his feet, Cervantez got to work.
He was determined to pass this test, he needed it. A land of blissful peace would be achieved, and this was his stepping stone. He spent breaks avoiding an trying to force the husk to obey.
Then he just allowed it to happen, stopped forcing it, and soon, the husk slipped from Mariatte to him. He was surprised but glad that he succeeded. By the morning Mariatte was pleased and for the next three arcs, he trained under her, researching the different types of undead and how to properly raise the dead.
By the time he was 27 arcs, he came to the cottage where his mentor lived, only to find that everything was gone. Everything except a small library on necromancy and a note. The note explained that she had to leave, but would always be watching out for him and overseeing his progress. There were other words of encouragement, most of all her interest in seeing him grow.
