Hexus

-under construction-

As the son of a distant father and an eccentric mother, Hexus had a strange childhood. Not bad, but strange. His mother instilled in him a love of puzzles; his father, knowledge. His one complaint against his parents, if prodded, would be that he never learned how to display emotions properly. Sometimes he'll appear unaffected by an event, while at other times his moods seem exaggerated.

Early one morning, Helena poked his head out of the lair to find a striking young Imperial walking in his direction, his deep scales contrasting against the bluish snow. He looked like he'd only just reached maturity - definitely too young to wander the icy wastes alone. Something about him reminded Helena of when she was younger, putting on a tough façade and determined to find her calling. He called for his attention and waved him inside.

After he was full and warm, the Imperial shyly thanked his hosts. When asked where he was heading, he admitted he wasn't sure where he was going or what he wanted to do. He breathed a sigh of relief when offered the chance to stay with the clan for a while.

A combination of plentiful food and training resulted in Hexus growing larger and larger, nearly surpassing Cyrodiil in length. After discovering his affinity for puzzles and the magical, the clan gave him the assignment of neutralizing any enchanted or cursed objects that pose a threat.