In a small cave, atop mt. silver, a path of blood leads unsuspecting trainers, to their end. At the end of the cave sits a teenager. He looks nineteen. The cloths on his body were a black, blood stained hoodie, a dark violet T-shirt, black jeans, and black boots. His skin was pale, and black lines covered his entire body, the lines were his veins, two horns stuck out of his hood, right in front of his ears, and long uncut white hair fell to his midsection. If you saw his eyes, you'd stare into a sea of black, with a glowing gold iris. His mouth was contorted into a permanent grin, sharp and blood stained. He was currently eating a poor trainers arm.
His name is nixuliium umbra, And this is his story.