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He was born in a village on the chaos plains before it even was the chaos plain. The sun was so watchful over the children it saw that only a few of them were choosen to become exalted. Scorn was not one of them. When he was a kid, his village was attacked by a band of barbarians, killing off most of the families. Scorn went with the rest of the tribe left and headed around, becoming a wondering band of peasants who lived off a living to the best of there ability. This is the time when the clouds began to move in. Harkclaw Darklight had almost declared full war on the chaos plains and was killing off hundreds of people. The solar exaulted tried to hold up agianst there force, but they were over powered by sheer number of forces against them. Scorn eventually lost everyone he knew, becoming a teenager on the plains, trying to live however he could. He was a slave for a while but broke free. He made it to the home of a man who allowed him to live there and eat as long as he would work as thou he was the mans son. Scorn worked his bones down, becoming stronger and stronger everyday. He eventually married the farmers daughter and they gained control of the farm when the old man died. They tended the crops and made a small living for the two of them.

One day, when Scorn was off in one of the far fields, a man rode up on a horse. He walked into his house. Scorn began to run for his house. He saw the man step out, eating something red, like an apple. The man rode off before Scorn could show up. He walked inside and found his wife, bleeding on the floor. Her heart had been ripped out. Scorn flew into a furry. He instantly grabbed a work ax and headed after the man. He rode a work horse as fast as he could, but lost ground with him. It was only very late at night that Scorn found the man. He was sleeping against a rock, using a dead cat as a pillow. The sun was just about to peak over the horizon. A glimps of sun hit Scorns face, and instantly he was filled with power. He brought the blunt end of his ax down as hard as he could. The head exploded against the force and the rock underneath the cat fractured. The ax head flew threw the wood handle, shattering to pieces. Scorn fell to his knees and cried, feeling only the warm comfort of the sun against his face. He looked to the east, at the bright star, and there he found hope. He found a calling. The sun began to tell him what to do, tell him where to go. Scron now has a connection with the sun, loving it with all his heart. The sun lead him to the war hammer/ battle ax. It let him to a very powerful welder who made him the armour. And the sun led him to find Harkclaw Darklight one day. Scorn fought him for hours, each of them drawing ong the deepest pools of there power sorces. Scorn eventually delivered the final blow, killing the man. His son, Theodore Darklight, saw everything and was abysall exalted at the spot. Scorn made a grave misfortune when he allowed the young boy to live. He has lived long life using the sun to empower him. He was approached by a man named Aeon, asking him to help in his war. The sun seemed to suggest that this was the way to do things, and so Scorn followed. Aeon transported him to New York, and that is where we find are character now.