Aresmont's early life was, for the most part, unremarkable. He hails from a large family of dragons well known for their love of poisons and generous patrons. Through the years he learned to hide and do as the humans do and practice things like arts, crafts, music, and partying. On the other side of his true lineage he learned hemomancy and poison mixing.

All was well until the humans demanded more and more of their poison knowledge for their own selfish needs. This started a war between the Levinoirs and houses in power of Northern France at the time. His mother was caught in the crossfire and was slain by a well known dragon slayer.

In his anguish Aresmont brought about a bloodbath that tinted the skies red and made the rivers flow with blood until the wretched bloodlines were eradicated. His father then ordered his kin to eat a mix of poisonous flowers to make their blood more potent so that even a drop of their blood could kill a human.

Little did they know that these flowers they had consumed for generations had been laced with a Blue Blood agent made specifically against them and so in the end they were victims to their own creation.

In the weeks that followed they were afflicted by a slumber they would never awaken from.

While Aresmont did not eat the flowers, he did end up pricking his finger on a thorn of one. It didn't take long for him to fall into a coma like the rest of his kin but unlike the death that followed he was roused a few centuries later by a stranger kissing him.

The halls of what had once been a grand estate were empty, its walls crumbling from time and neglect. Only echoes and memories remained... and a library.

He remained in solitude for another hundred years, ignoring the technological advances of the world up until Atlantis reemerged and the world was upturned. Since he didn’t take advantage of the internet when it was relevant he now has to make an effort in finding the rest of his kin, if there remain any.