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Son of an influential mafia lord, Zal was raised to be the heir of the organization. The organization was ugly, despicable, and disgusting as they were involved in assassinations, drugs, and trafficking. Zal grew up mainly with his mother as his father was constantly occupied with business. His mother was everything his father wasn’t, loving, gentle, and had a strong passion for saving animals. While his father was away, Zal would spend time with his mother from learning to play the guitar to calligraphy and rescuing animals. This all changed when Zal turned 14 years old and his father came home one day in a drunken stupor only to beat Zal mercilessly until his knuckles dripped with crimson red blood. From that day forward, Zal secretly resented his father and everything he stood for.
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Ever since Zal received the hellish beating his father gave him, he no longer had time to spend with his mother as his father brought him to work every day to prepare him for his eerie future as the next mafia lord. Zal felt trapped as if he was chained to an inescapable grim fate filled with nothing but rage, corruption, and immoral acts. He felt as if the core of his being was steadily chipping away as the years went on and the gruesome acts his dad had committed haunted him. Screams, pleas for mercy, and irate voices echoed in his head as his moral compass slowly broke. Zal’s mom felt helpless as she was powerless to save her son from becoming like her husband. She welcomed her son home every single day only to have Zal return the greeting with a fake smile – pretending to be okay. His mother was the only one that truly knew the façade that Zal put on for show. Soon he had grown numb to all the violence and negativity in his life where they all had become part of his daily routine. As he turned 18 his father celebrated by throwing a festival to crown him the official heir of the organization. The organization branded him with a black dragon tattoo on his arm to represent his status.
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Days later his father had returned home drunk as always but this time he started to assault Zal’s mother. Screams pierced through the walls all the way to Zal. In the instance that Zal’s father laid hands on his mother, memories of all the time he spent with his mother overwhelmed him. Rage fueled him as he stood at the end of the hallway paralyzed by what he had saw. A pool of crimson blood that flowed out of his lifeless mother’s dead body. Suddenly he had no longer become numb to everything his father had made him experience. Zal lashed out at his father, grabbing the blade left in his mother and lunged it towards his pathetic excuse of a father. However, despite his father being disoriented, he still had the reflexes to dodge the blade and smack Zal to the ground. That same night Zal ran away from home – hoping to become a man better than his father.
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Two years later and Zal is now 20 years old, spending every single day since he left his home honoring his mother. He traveled around from town to town doing the things his mother loved such as playing the guitar, calligraphy, arts and crafts, and rescuing animals. Despite his tragic past, he was hopeful in becoming someone that would make his mother proud. His road for a brighter future lead him to Jester’s Den, a coven that he felt safe in – Zal’s new home.