The night I was born, it was cold, dark, and stormy. Lightning flashed overhead and thunder boomed across the land. My family's den was in the northern mountains, next to a great river that ran fast and strong. My father was out foraging in the giant blackwood forest that thrived deep in the mountains. He knew not that his son was being born at that moment. A strange fog rolled in at the moment I came out of my mother's womb. It was a black fog, dense and dark, hence, Blackfog. I grew up as an apprentice to my father, who was an assassin by trade. His father, grandfather, great- grandfather and so-on were all assassins. By the age of 4 I was able to sneak up on anything and kill it in a barren, open field with no cover at all. I was as fast as a flash of lightning and quiet as fog, I could throw a knife and slice an ant in half at 20 yards. At the end of my training, I became Blackfog... the assassin!