June the 16th, 1996
The sky was dark in a small town in the Netherlands. Winds were roaring as the storm raged on. Every second a new strike, as lightning filled the skies, no house was spared that day. No house, safe one. A scream so loud, it could be heard for miles, despite the thunder. A woman lay on a bed, as the creature emerged. A strange substance covered it's small, naked body, glueing it's thin hairs to it's skull. Thirdborn of it's house, the creature was given it's name: Stephan.
The creature would grow up, suffering some brain damage on the way. It seemed to have a fascination with dragons, perhaps cause they were alike: Creatures that brought suffering to mortal men, for Stephan's cries were so loud, the creature would tear the house apart if it was not fed immediatly.
At some point, the creature reached the age of 11. The creature discovered the World of Warcaft, his addiction had begun. Or so people thought. In truth, the creature wanted nothing more than bring suffering, but how could a fat, small thing accomplish this. So the creature began kayaking, but it was not enough. After a while, the creature realized that it needed to train in fighting. And so it did. From taekwondo to karate, the creature would dream of becoming the greatest monster ever..
But times change. The creature found itself attracted to so called: "females". The creature's quest to obtain one of these "females", forced it away from the path of the torturer. But, obtaining a "female" proved difficult. In it's despair, the creature found another thing to obsess about. An "online community" that called itself Heartwing. A community in which the creature was a dragon. This Heartwing consumed it, it's evil emotions: Terror, hatred, bloodlust, manifested themselves into a single being: Tarodormu.
The creature is now 19 years old, somehow a former physics student and potential Aerospace Engineering student.