Darlun Relat was born on the outskirts of the city of Trovil. He was born to to his Father Yevoan and Mothe Grealin. The Relat household was never a happy one with his father being away most of the time working as a magic runes salesman and his father never was a loving man and treated him and his siblings and mother as burdens, which he stated on numerous occasions. When Darlun was around 11 years of age, his father began to change he began to change. Yevoan was always a loaner but he started accepting visits from a much a very large man (at least from Darlun perspective) , that always kept his face,legs and arms fully covered with dark cloak and robes. When this man spoke it sounded as if the voice did not come from the man but from the air around him. His father started to show a hatred for him and his mother. One night Darlun awoke when a a loud booming crack awoke him from his sleep. Darlun went to awaken his mother but she was not there. He saw light jumping of f the trees in the forest. He reached a clearing and his mother was bound tied within a circle and the large man and his father standing over her. She had a large rune that looked as if it was phasing in and out of reality in the center of her chest. Every time it phased she attempted to scream threw her gag. His fathers face was completely slack and his eyes were glowing orbs of blew. Darlun rushed towards her and in an explosion the rune appeared into reality instantly splitting his mother in two and showering him and forest with arcane energy. When Darlun awoke his mother body lay before him and his father and the “man” were gone, He felt a deep chill down into the center of his bones. He noticed a glow and when he looked down at his chest he had a huge jagged scar that should have ripped him in half but it just pulsated with dark purple glow. He had been spellscarred. Frightened Darlun ran back towards the his home and to his suprise there were his neighbors and a mob burning his home. Apparently his father had taken others and performed this ritual, his practices were now discovered. The mob saw him and his scar and immediately tried to kill him, he fled. The mob was almost upon him when he ran into a dark cave, he knew he could run no further and when he turned around to face his fate the mob just stood and stared. When Darlun looked around him he was in another place, he could see the mob threw what looked like smoked glass. He knew he could not go back through the glass as the mob would kill him. Darlun was in the Shadowfell. His scar leaked arcane energies that attracted all types of denizens of the Shadowfell. He grew up on the streets of gloom, it hardened him. He eventually was “employed” by a keeper, he became Shadar-kai and was given the name Xshest. He did not age like other Shadar-Kai, the process was much slower but he was affected in the same way by the gloom. He began to fade as all Shadar-Kai do but at much more advance rate, the keepers attributed this to his scar. He began to focus all his time and energies on the study of the shadow to delay the fading. Now a hundred years have pasts fabric between the worlds have weakened again and Xshest now begins his search for more power like the rune that scarred him in the mortal plane.