Lester Styne

Dominic Styne - Father

Liza Styne - Mother

Lester was born to Dominic and Liza Styne, two cultists, on the isle of Congeria. He was born into the Cult of Purifying Beauty.

The cult had built it's encampment near an unstable rift, through which the magical energy Mus would flood. Mus is known for deforming and twisting our realm, for causing abominations of nature. However, The Cult of Purifying Beauty did not see a perverted magic, they saw a purifying shower of otherworldly magic. They did not see deformed or demented beings in mures, but rather they say higher life forms. They believe that mus was actually the key to evolution.

For this reason, upon his birth, Lester was placed before the rift to be baptized into the cult. During this baptism, Lester's skin turned a sickening pale gray, his veins became blackened by his tainted blood, and his eyes turned dull and gray.

Each day the cultists would bow down before the rift to absorb it's "purifying light" in hopes to mutate into the "evolved being" known as mures.

At first, Lester was convinced of the cult's beliefs. However, when Lester was 9 he was attacked by one of the cult's many mures that were allowed to roam freely. Lester was observing the mure, noting it's cold dead eyes. He thought he detected a bit of sorrow within the beasts' eyes and tried to take a closer look, but then the creature lashed out and slashed Luther along his face with long, deformed nails - scarring Lester's face permanently. It was this event that led Lester to believe that mures were not the higher life forms that the cult made them out to be... they were tortured souls trapped in decaying cages.

For the next seven years, Lester did his best to minimize his contact with the mus. However, he could only do so much, and his body had already been exposed. Lester had become partially deformed by the mus. the whites of his eyes became black and his blonde hair darkened until it was jet black. His nails became purple and his skin became tough and dry.

When he was 16, Lester's parents finallly received the blessing they'd been asking for. Their god had turned them into the higer lifeforms they so desperately wanted to become, mures. When Lester found out what had happened, he was appalled. Not wanting to stay in the tyrannical and insane cult anymore, he ran away in the night.

As he fled the cult's encampment, he ran into his mureified parents. It resulted in Lester being pinned down by his father, who was ready to tear Lester's face off with his sick demented teeth. Lester reached out wildly around him and found a large rock with which he was able to bash in his father's head. He turned toward his mother with the rock, as his mother cowered for just a moment. Lester tried to will the rock forward into his mother's skull, but just couldn't do it. What he saw before him was not a monster, it was his mother. He faltered, and she jumped, trying to slash at Lester wildly.

He was badly cut and had to run as fast as he could to escape, but after running for several minutes he had outrun the danger. Things were tough for Lester for a bit. Having no money or food, Lester learned to live off the land and survive in nature. All he had was the clothes on his back and a crossbow with bolts he had taken from the cult's armory. With it, he was able to begin hunting animals. He would skin and cook the animals he caught, and eventually he found himself in the small village of Boiling Pond.

Boiling Pond is a small village built in Congeria near a small fissure in the earth. It is said that the fissure goes down into the pits itself, and was created in the Mallus; for the heat radiating from the depths of that fissure is enough to make the small pools that dotted the area hot to the touch. Due to this, the citizens of Boiling Pond spent their days lounging away in the warm waters.

Lester was shocked at how relaxed these people's lives were. In the seven years he had been learning to survive in the wild he had learned how much the chaos Congeria was in, however the citizens here acted as if there were no problems. They seemed happy. Lester tried to emulate these people, these people who seemed to realize their time was short and because of that elected to spend their lives chasing carnal pleasures. Lester partook in the revelries of Boiling Pond, spending his days as a drug-huffing layabout who regularly hired sexual companionship and wasted his days.

Lester stayed in Boiling Pond three years, trading his fine pelts and skins for all the pleasures they could afford. One day it happened that a village distant from Boiling Pond was set upon by some evil forces. The village saw destruction so great, that even from Boiling Pond the fallout could be observed. This event shook Lester from his drug induced stupor, as the citizens of Boiling Pond looked out upon the billowing smoke. They lived a content life, using drugs and all other matters of distraction to keep their minds off of the inevitable fact that they lived in a dying world. Lester elected he would not sit by and allow himself to waste his days away while innocent people were being maimed and killed by the monsters that he knew wandered the isles.

Lester used the rest of his money and connections to gain a few tools, weapons, and armor before heading off in the direction of the smoke.