Cain

Cain is a young beast birthed of blood and vengeance- his many eyes are said to have seen the end of days when he was but hours old, shrieking bloodcurdling prophecy from a child's maw as his frightened parents fled his presence, leaving him scattered amongst the broken bits of shell and egg far away from the nest, cringing away from his eery multi-eyed gaze and the painful truth that fell from his lips.

As he grew into a strong young man, he spoke little. After the tradgedy of his abandonment, it was apparent that few could handle that which he had seen in those moments during his hatching. No one knows exactly how he survived infancy, nor how he garnered so much skill in stealth, survival- battle. He is a deadly foe, but refuses to engage in conflict without due cause. Many hopefuls of clan valux have attempted to coax him into friendly spars, but to no avail. They can never quite hide the tremor that shakes them when he turns his numerous oculars upon theirs, nor the strange sense of unease that seems to cover him like a shroud.

He keeps to himself, preferring the company of familiars, of nature. When he speaks, it is clipped and to the point. His place in the clan is as yet unforseen, and he has yet to prove himself. What the future holds for the beastly Cain, we can only guess.