Mango

Named a long time ago by his nature aligned mother, Mango had lived in the plague lands under the direct care of his adopted Necromancer father. It was planned that when he would become of age, he would take the Necromantic Trials, and soon be able to harness the powers of plague and rise up the ranks of it's sophisticated society. There he would marry, Draven, the son of an ambassador. With their marriage, the Necromancer's political power would spread to even the driest places of Sorineth and with it the will of the Plaguebringer. Mango was set to live such a life, until he witnessed his close friend become a Wraith and die. His mangled body thrown into the Wyrmwound. The glow of the wound festered and boiled and Mango couldn't help the tears that flowed as he dropped to his knees. "Oh Plague mother," he cried into the pulsating earth, "the strong do and should survive, but at what costs?" In that feeling of sadness and grief, despite everything that tied him to these lands, he left in the dead of night taking flight into the skies to travel for days until he was exhausted, crash landing into a town of Dragonhome. In his grief before his escape, he had left a single note to his fiancé who he was just learning to have feelings for: "Do not search for me." He was unaware that such a note would actually have the emboldened and hardened imperial do the complete opposite.