Kellen Degaile hails from southern Arad Doman, his heritage shows clearly in his skin. His early life meant little to what he is now. He was just a young child, fresh away from his mothers watchful eyes, when he joined the guard.
It was on a standard drill through the eastern fields when his life was changed. His regiment stumbled upon something they weren't wholely trained for, a half a fist of Trollocs. His fellow soldiers could only brace themselves for the carnage that ensued.
But it was this event, this massacre, that opened him to what he was. For it was on that battlefield where wind blew, lightning fell and fire raged. As his mind opened, and his life, one among many, was saved. He awoke to his place in life with fear.