RK was found as a baby on the edge of the Great Lylius Forest that engulfed Mount Chylandrion by a childless woman. As it seemed the infant had been abandon, took the child as her own and nursed him back to health and cared for him as though it were her own.

As the years passed RK began to practice in the Martial Arts and Swordfighting Techniques. After spending his Teen years training under Sensei ShyouKan he finally graduated the grueling course. At the age of 18 RK attended his first Tournament and established himself as the Most Skilled Swordsman of the Region.

5 years passed with RK going undefeated then one day all of that changed. 'Twas a sunny morn as it had been all week, but RK was not to be found. The search went on for weeks but to no avail, the Town Alchemist and Magicians all said there was dark magic afoot. RK never returned to the Village he grew up in.

What happend that dismal day that RK went missing? It turns out that his Father, Ralt�ha whom RK never knew, had been keeping watch over him from his abode in Mount Chylandrion. He abducted RK to tell him of his Origins and continue the Family Line. It turns out his Father was Ralt�ha the HighPriest of the Deamon Council. His mother was a Human peasant girl who got lost in the Great Forest 23 years ago. Ralt�ha held her captive as his personal Slave. They ended up falling in love and having a child. Ralt�ha and his Slave's relationship was a secret and could never be revealed. The Birth of a Deamon Child is 5 days of Torture... for a Deamon. The Human girl sustained all 5 days of Extream pain and finally gave birth to RK. She held him in her arms for a few moments and finally died. Ralt�ha watched as his Wife drew her final breath. The Deamon Council would exile him for commiting such an atrocity and sacrifice his Child. To keep his child safe he flew down to the edge of The Great Forest and dropped him off near a creek where Villagers often ventured, then burried his Wife's body at the base of the Mountain.

After 3 Months of imprisonment, Ralt�ha took RK to his mothers grave. Then he beleived...RK took up his Father's Sword and trained in the Deamonic Arts under him for many months in secret, perfecting his SwordStyle.

Since then RK has rose up to many challanges and was known for being a Mercenary. On one particular rainy day he came across a Cloaked Stranger standing in a Meadow. Not a single word was exchanged for both knew battle was at hand. RK unsheithed his Deamonic Sword which luminessed with a faint red, distorted by the heavy Rain. The Hooded Stranger stood, seemingly unintimidated. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours as the two stood examining eachothers Technique. Soon the two were locked in Close Combat. No matter how grueling of an Assault RK made, the Hooded Man did not tire. The battle waged on for a mere few minutes, which seemed as hours. The surrounding Forest; reduced to Splinters, the Meadow; burnt from the Magics used. RK nealed to the ground weary from battle and in one final attempt struck at his Opponent. The reprocution of the blow cleared the sky and for a brief moment the Sun shined its golden rays down on the Battlefield, as the clouds reimerced the Rain poured in buckets to catch up. RK stood and looked through the Rain at the shadow where He used to stand, as it cleared he realized who his Adversairy actually is... God.