Xendrick's story dates back thousands of years. Back to a time where a war raged on. Tricked from tales of gaining certain being's powers, innocent creatures were targeted and savagely killed. Some wanted nothing to do with the war yet they were caught in the crosshairs. One of these such beings lived up high in the sky. Where it would dance through the clouds putting on a brilliant show of light. Only coming down to the ground on special occasions. However tried as it might, the bloodthirsty beasts dragged the light from the sky. Hoping to gain strength upon its death. Beaten and left for dead, it lay there on the ground. Many such beings did not make it, where the patrons of death came to collect whatever remains could be scavenged. However it was vastly unfortunate that not only these creatures' bodies were torn, but their souls as well. Light stayed there in pieces as it slowly disappeared. However before this could be completed a patron came. Seeing as it could no longer save the being, death took a bold risk. It took the being's soul into its own mending with it. A process that could not be completed immediately. After many millennia passed it had finally come to pass. And from the patron of death's fusion with the being of light. A new being was formed, one who's name was Xendrick. Without recollection of his life before he set out to create a new one. With trademarks from both creatures before him. His body covered in a blanket of black and a bright blue light spilled forth from his innards.