Backstory 1

Arc was named for a perfect mathematical construct, and so he grew up, believing himself to be the embodiment of Order. These were natural thoughts for a Trueborn of Amber, with the logic and perfection of the pattern ever close at hand, and the thrumming of it within his blood. Arc was taught from an early age to hate disorder and he learned this lesson well. If perhaps it caused his other lessons to suffer, well so be it. His parents were rabidly orderborn, and so was their son.

As he came of age, Arc grew increasingly impatient with the reluctance of the vast majority of Amberites to actively engage the forces of chaos. Even his parents were passive in their hatred, and Arc eventually left Amber behind to wander the shadows.

During decades of travel which bore further witness to the ravages brought about by chaos, Arc dreamed of a universe of perfect order, in which there was no fighting, no strife, certainly no war. All was in harmony, a perfect crystalline reflection of the Pattern. Throwing himself back into his long neglected studies, he became adept at a number of esoteric skills and magickal arts. He found a sense of belonging with those attuned to Hanoma, and joined them, learning to produce leximantic effects. Still, his battle against discord was not going well. He was forced to retreat time and again by single Chaos Knights, as they wielded what seemed to be overwhelming power. Greatly discouraged by his ineffectiveness against these minions of chaos, Arc grew bitter, and vowed to achieve enough power to force them to the ways of Order, or unto death.