The Story So Far

Born to a large elven clan in Elsental, Aikonaro was the youngest of his line, and as such would receive none of the inheritance, even as large as they were, a thirteenth son was both too late, and an omen inside the family, especially with the mark upon his brow. Only it's uncanny similarity to a red star on the horizon is what kept them from thinking it was truly an ill omen. He grew up still barely a part of his own family. This meant he had to work hard for every bit of what he had,
 
Blood, Sweat, Tears, the Elven lad put his focus on being a Warrior, as no matter your name and status, if you were strong, all had to respect you. He hoped to become strong enough his parents would recognize him, and while he didn't want to be named heir, receiving the honor of wielding one of the clan's three Moonblade's had always been a dream. As for why his clan had so many Moonblades? His line could draw their progeny straight back to the days of the stars. They took great care in maintaining their line's purity and any imperfections would not do.
 
In pursuit of his dream, he was often away from home, pushing himself into some quest or outing whether with the guard of Elsental or on his own for a hunt. When it all began going south, he was far from home, foolishly tracking down a Wyvern in an attempt to prove his strength to his father.
 
Only because of that, did he stake far out enough of the area to avoid Zariel's rise. The displacement, the chaos, the death and ruin... Aikonaro had no clue if anyone survived, and his own attempts to head back were met with resistance of all kind. Only Heroes and Devil Hunters could handle this...
 
Well, if he had to have such esteemed credentials to get in, so be it, if he had to learn how to kill those he wanted vengeance on, just to learn the whole truth? So Be It. He sought out anyone who wanted to end the scourge...
 
And so he eventually joined a school for those who hunt the Devilspawn, where upon he would learn that his mark on his forehead already branded him with Hell's scent, and would grant him a good first step in learning the ways of... The Order of the Demon Hunters.
 
Not exactly what he wanted to hunt, but close enough.