History:Zen worked hard to become a warlock. He found a master and form day one worked his tail off for him. He did everything he could to help the master and studied every day the spells how to form them how to cast them. That was till the master cut him lose to make room for more pules saying that he did not try nearly as hard as the others and he was extendible. This sent shock waves though him. It only got worse when he found out he was cut so the masters son could join the class and he having now family no one would complain if he was just thrown out of the school. He vowed revenge on the master and he only laughed in his face and told him to go and never show is face in this school again. He then left as he traveled he grew weak from hunger and thirst he stopped at a large weeping willow tree. He soon passed out when he woke there was a young women standing over him she looked like a warlock but there was a strange feel about her. She picked him up off his feet and looked deep into his eyes. He looked back it was as if she was staring into her soul she then asked him one simple questions.
"Do you wish for power?" Zen nodded yes as he then felt her place her hand on his arm he then felt it sting as she then disappeared. He looked at his arm to see an old ruin now edged on it. He knew that is was of a dark origin but other then that he did not know what i bent he then saw it started to bleed. HE felt a pain shoot though his body as he fell to his knees. He then knew what was different and chuckled as he went back to the school after three years of training by himself and slaughtered everyone at his old school saving his old master for last he still remembers the cries form him master begging for his life as he ripped out his still beating heart and crushed it as he then made his masters blood boil casing a painful death and slow as he bleeds out. He now walks aimlessly looking for more people who have a magic abilities who mite wish for the same power he was kindly given. But unlike him it comes at a great price to ones self he dues not give it to charity.