Growing up, Jahael had an elder brother who was extremely interested in mixtures, solutions, and other concoctions, generally created from plants. Things went wrong when that brother dabbled in a species of flora he knew little about, and created a deadly poison that infiltrated the village’s water source. All who drank the water perished, but Jahael (and those who fled before it was too late) lived, having been away in a foreign region training. He returned to find the only life he had known destroyed, and since then has taken on a very bitter view of the world.
At the young age of 12, having nothing left for himself, left the fallen village of his childhood to seek something else in a coastal city. There he “fell in with the wrong crowd”, and soon took up thievery. This lifestyle stole most of his emotions and morals, and he became strictly a business man, selling his skills of stealth to any who required them.

He met someone in his travels who gave him advice, a glimmering shred of hope for his life, and slowly he has begun to improve. Nevertheless, he carries several vials of the fatal poison that desolated his village, stolen from his brother’s workshop, and remains the sole being who knows the secret to that horrible creation.