History: Charnel grew up in a slum on the outside a large city. His mother was nothing but a pore barmaid. He was the bastard child of a wealthy man who had cast his mother out on learning of her progeny. Since his mother was not married to the man but only a mistress who had been his maid. Though times where hard she managed to raise Charnel. He grew up learning that life was not going to just hand you everything you need. Being a street urchin he learned the hard knocks of growing up without food in your belly. Grasping at the crumbs that the wealthy throw at you. At the age of 16 Charnel would come home and find his mother laying dead in a pool of her own blood. Having been shot in the back of the head. It was not till later that he found out that is father had come to silence her once and for all. That was the day that something broke in Charnel. Casting away his old name and taking on the name he bears today. On finding his fathers estate he would bust down the gates with his fists alone. The stunned guards drawing swords and guns. Though all where stunned as Charnel walked into the main gateway. A blood red Ora of mist rising around him. A few of the stunned men quickly opened fire on him. Though the bullets would only bounce off his body like they where flies. Anyone who got near him would die turning into red mist form his bone crushing punches. His hand wrapped in blood red fire. His face almost edged into a look of pure and deep hatred and anger. It was not long till he had reached his father. Who stood at the end of a large audience hall. On asking his father why he killed his mother. The man only laughed and said. "Well my dear son to awaken you Pyre blood..." A look of shock ran though Charnel as he realized that he had seemed to have his powers awaken the day after his mother died. "She babied you, made you weak and forget who you where...Now boy finish what you have started and kill me. Take you rightfully place as the head of the faintly." The old man would say as a white mist seemed to form around him. "Though I will not make it easy on you..." the old man said as he would shout and run at Charnel. Charnel still stunned would feel a sharp pain in his gut as his father punched him hard. Bringing Charnel to his knees. Though Charnel would just take in a deep breath and lift himself up one knee at a time. The next blow would land square in his fathers face. As it would burst and turn into a spray of blood red mist. Ending the old mans life with but one punch. A few of the old mans attendants had seen this and would quickly bow to there new mater. Charnel would close his eyes as his face was speckled with his fathers blood. The mist swirling around him as if killing his father had only awakened even more power within his body. After what seemed to be hours he would open his eyes. They now glowed with a blood red light as he could do nothing but laugh. The others around him would slowly rise there heads as they seemed confused. "Well now... It seems that change has come to this world..this is but the fist of many changes to come..." he would state as he would let the hummer melt form his face as he walked over to the thrown of his father and took a seat on it. Leaning back as it would almost seemed to catch fire form him sitting in it. Though instead of burning it would change and morph into a new thrown of a strange red metal. He would simply then rest his head on his hand and look out as his servants would slowly stand. Most of them criminals as his father had been the head of a powerful Yakuza clan. One that he was now the leader of....