My name is Janus. I was born centuries ago, to Lady Gwedolyn Dearhart, and Lord Merrick McCloud. I disowned my last name, to sever any ties to the past.

I'm not what you call...normal. My mother was struck by lightning during pregnancy. It seemed hopeless that she survive, let alone give birth to me. While she lay on her deathbed, she lapsed into a coma. This continued for nearly 3 weeks, then, one night, she was suddenly surrounded by a white glowing nimbus. This nimbus stayed with my mother, nursing her back to health.

4 months later, I was born. It was obvious from the start that I was not a normal child. I was born with pure white skin, hair, and eyes! It was thought, for awhile, that I was blind. It took a few months for everyone to realize that I could see. From that point on, I was an outcast. Shunned by those who knew them, and those who didn't, Lord and Lady fled to the kingdom of Zhamarr.

My mother and father cared for me greatly, finding a humble home in a small village in Zhamarr. It was here that I grew, changed, and learned. I stayed in that village for almost 40 years, learing about myself and my strange powers. I learned that I could do things no mortal could ever do. The other villagers also noticed my power, and grew fearful. Some said I was the Devil's emissary. No matter what anyone thought, they either didn't want to know me, or were afraid to.

Not surprisingly, the villagers soon wanted me, and my parents, gone. One stormy night, we heard a knock at the door. (now, my parents were both nearly 80 years old by this time.) Upon opening the door, I saw a huge mob! All were armed with shovels, pitchforks, anything they could get their hands on. I was told, in no uncertain terms, that it was time to leave, and never return, on pain of death.

Naturally, I refused. Without a word, I was dragged out into the storm. I was tied to a pole, and left struggling on the ground. I watched, horrified, as my aged parents were dragged out and murdered before my eyes. A great wave of pain wracked my body. I couldn't believe they were gone! Then, the villagers turned to look at me.

At that instant, a great bolt of lightning struck me directly in the chest! Instead of striking me dead, I was suddenly infused with a great energy! I snapped my bonds with hardly an effort. My eyes began to glow a bright white, and I floated up about 6 inches off the ground. In a booming voice not my own, I thundered, "All of you will pay! Never have I been so wronged!" With that, I pointed into the midst of the mob.

Massive bolts of lighting began to rain down, slaying villagers left and right. Some of the quicker ones started to run, but I simply pointed at them, striking them down with the same power that had saved my life. Not long after, all were dead.

Tears streaming down my face, I buried my parents beneath a massive oak behind the village. As dawn broke, and the sun rose over the distant hills, I set out, never looking back. I was off to learn more of myself, and the world.

For nearly 3 centuries, I wandered the world of Ancient Anguish. I watched the world develop and grow. I made friends...yet had to watch them grow old and die. Realizing this, I tried to keep to myself, but loneliness overcame me in the end. During those first 300 years, I met some people that I'll never forget.

Around my 700th year, I came across a small, newly built Taverna. This building was one of only a few, in a small nameless village. I wouldn't have mentioned it, but for one reason: a drink sold there, called Primus' Famous Magic Brew. I must have guzzled a good 30 pints in my first sitting! I think something was added to make it so addictive, but I'll never know. The bartender was mysteriously killed one night, the taverna burned.

Its now the summer of my 900th year. I've explored nearly all of Ancient Anguish. I've wandered through many professions, including ranger, cleric, and even thief. (The thief years came before AA, since THERE ARE NO thieves on AA.) I'm now a mage, and plan to stay this way forever. I've drifted through many orders, and currently am a member of the Black Bear. The Bears are a group comprised mostly of rangers, considering their affinity for the woods. There are a few others, such as myself, who've chosen different professions.

For the most part, I'm a passive, good natured man. I don't like fighting, but sometimes I can be pushed so far. Usually, a little thunder and lightning, booming voice, and glowing eyes are enough to scare away any provokers. Every so often, I have to resort to violence. Being a mage, I get all kinds of nifty things, such as an arrow of burning acid I can conjure and throw at the nearest mean person. ;)

For a very long time, I was married to a Knight, Guinevere. Our marriage was some of the best times I've ever had. Guinevere was loving, caring, and stuck with me through everything. She was, and always will be, one of the sweetest, most caring people I know. In the end, it was I that ended our marriage. I did it for personal reasons, and I thought it necessary. But, it was most unfair to Guinevere. She didn't deserve anything but the best. I remain dear friends with her, but I'm afraid she'll always harbor hard feelings towards me for that.

My wife, Evermist, is a little sweetie. She's devious, evil, short, and very cute. I met her not long ago, a fellow member of the Black Bear. Before we met, she was a ranger. She excelled in her trade, but after knowing me for awhile, a chain of events led her to becoming a mage. Now, she has surpassed even myself in the art of Magic. She remains mortal, however, and it pains me to think of life without her. I have a sneaking suspicion she isn't telling me everything about her background, though. I sense something in her, something both powerful and deep-running. Whatever it is, it is no matter. I love her with all my heart and soul, and wish to spend eternity with her.

I've met lots of wonderful people on AA, one such person being Skylla. She's a very sweet member of Chaos, and seems like the type to kill you without a second thought, should you be stupid enough to push her that far.

Tarlyn, another fellow bear, is one hell of a cool guy. He tries to cling to the hippie culture a bit, and I can understand where he's coming from. Tarlyn is really laid-back, and always good for a laugh.

A long time has passed since I last told of my life. Differences arose between Evermist and I, and our relationship has ended. We remain close, although rifts have been torn which will never heal. I'm still as close as ever to Guinevere, and have spent time recently thinking of what I did to her. She knows how much it means to me that we remain so close, yet I can still sense some hard feelings. I rose to the rank of apprentice wizard, but after a few months returned to mortality for personal reasons. It has turned out to be the best choice I've made in a long time. I was recently married to Silverbrook, a gorgeous little ranger with an overpowering urge to harm small forest creatures. ;)

I now spend my days on AA wandering the forests with Silverbrook. My days of wandering alone, killing for pleasure, and keeping to myself are over.