Aramil's life was not a happy one. His mother an elf maiden who was caught and sold by slavers, given to the man who would later become his father. His father was a human nobleman, once hailed as a hero during the civil war that had consumed Yr. Aramil's father was a drunk and womanizer and had raped the elf maiden in a drunken stupor. After months (if not years), every night, Aramil was finally conceived. After his birth, his father was disgusted by the infant's appearance and felt that a man of his station should keep the child hidden away (though he had contemplated killing the child, but grew disgusted by the thought). Aramil was frail and sickly and was hidden in a dark room the majority of his childhood, only leaving the chamber to assist his mother and to serve his father. During the days that the nobleman showed signs of soberness, he was intrigued by Aramil's intelligence and demanded that he was educated. When the man was drunk, Aramil would be dragged out of his room and savagely beaten and verbally abused because of his frail nature. The latter happened far more often. Broken, bruised, and already too sick to leave his bed most days, Aramil did not know what a normal life was truly like. He was alone and his mother would often be missing during the nights his father was intoxicated.

However, the only person to visit him daily was the local cleric, a young woman acting as the church's apothecary. This young woman would help treat Aramil and provided him with a generous amount of medicine to help him grow strong enough to continue his studies. There were days where he would open up to her and speak to her about the things he learned and his desire to learn alchemy. They would often swap stories and she would laugh at his pranks he would perform on the other servants and slaves, and occasionally his father, during the times he felt strong and bold enough to leave his room. They eventually became friends and she would teach him about herbs and medicine. His aptitude to learn amazed her, for he would quickly grasp every lesson and hold onto her every word. After a while, he would ask her about the outside world, for he was never allowed to leave the manse, not even to play in the garden. Her stories enchanted him and his burning desire to explore grew greater. It was, perhaps, this inner strength that gave him courage and physical strength, the raw willpower, to prepare to leave the place he called home.

However, his hopes and dreams eventually shattered when his father, during his rare moments of sobriety, told him of his mother's death. She died from fever and the only thing she left him was an old heirloom, which was brought to him by a servant. He fell into a deep depression, his energy drained from his person and his sickness took hold of every aspect of his life thereafter. The beatings continued, even more frequently this time. Eventually, his father found himself face-to-face with the unhappy folk of the town, who revolted against his him. It was a swift execution and the manse was burned to the ground. Aramil miraculously survived, for serendipity was on his side; the young cleric who had aided him throughout the years led him out of the house, himself half-conscious of the events due to lack of medicine and the damage brought by the regular beatings. After regaining consciousness several days later, another tragedy had befallen poor Aramil-- the young woman died from the smoke of the flames days after the revolt. Orphaned and truly alone once more, Aramil was lost. He lived within the Church for a few months thereafter, cared for by the other clerics.

One day, minstrels arrived into the town, bringing with them many exotic animals and instruments. They performed for the folk of the town, performing tricks and concerts, releasing the tame beasts they had with them. Leading the group was a tall dark skinned man, thick with muscle and possessing tusks, by the name of Val Karna-- a half-orc whose appearance favored his human blood. Val Karna performed tricks and "miracles" to the citizens and it amazed the young Aramil. When the traveling band began to leave the village three days later, Aramil approached Val Karna and begged to be his apprentice, wanting to know magic. Val looked the youth up and down, and began to try and dissuade the youth, but Aramil remained stubborn and argued that he was an orphan with nowhere else to go. Aramil even pleaded, to the point where he was even willing to do all the difficult tasks and even scrounge around for his own herbs for his own medication. Val relented and agreed to take the young lad as a pupil.

Aramil traveled with the band for three years, and at the age of 15 he began to perform tricks with Val Karna, who had become like an elder brother to him. The two amazed the crowds and gathered enough money to buy their own tavern, a plan Val explained to Aramil amidst their travels. It was unfortunate, however, that Aramil would never get to see Val's dream become a reality, for after their final venture from a major city in the elven lands of Ranaamar, they were ambushed by bandits. Val and the group begged for Aramil to run away while they feebly fought the bandits, and Aramil could not comply out of fear. Everyone died, aside from the albino teen (who was taken by the bandits to be a potential profit in the land of Yr). After three days of travel, the bandits also hit their own roadblock-- they had stumbled upon the Tower of Tel'Arkana, an elven wizard of great renown. Tel'Arkana did not appreciate bandits and other vagabonds upon his territory, and these bandits were no exception. They swiftly lost their lives by the time the wizard hit the final step that led to the tower's entrance. Aramil had been catatonic and did not witness the demise of his captors; nor was he aware of the wizard taking him to the tower for rest and questioning.

It took months to restore the tragic child's mind, bringing Aramil back to the realm of reality. At first, Tel'Arkana was going to send Aramil on his way after restoring his health, but he thought better of it when he understood the albino's condition and situation. He was also amazed by Aramil's learning capabilities and intelligent observation after a single conversation. The elf wizard decided to take the young half-elf under his wing, making him his apprentice. Aramil learned at an alarming rate, a natural genius in regards to magic and magical theory. However, he seemed quite tempered for someone so young. Aramil lived with Tel'Arkana for 20 years. During the 19th year of his stay, Aramil grew interested in necromancy. Tel'Arkana grew furious at the very thought, so much so that he forbade the youth from ever researching it. Something snapped in Aramil, destroying whatever remained left of his innocence. Aramil did not appreciate being told "no" to a subject he must learn about, and thus he planned his master's death. He could never kill Tel'Arkana outright, for the elf wizard was physically and magically more powerful than the young albino. Thus, Aramil made a plan based upon his master's research and habits. It took nine months of obeying his master's command and making sure there was no break in Tel'Arkana's routine, and when his master went to sleep, Aramil went to the Laboratory, wherein lay the obsession of the elf wizard: a rare and undiscovered breed of spider, the White Fade Spider. Aramil knew better than to remove the spider from its glass barrier and to let it loose, so he borrowed a vial that rested upon rack beside the spider's prison. When his master awoke, Aramil greeted his master with tea, as he usually did. They both had a conversation regarding whether or not Tel'Arkana should hire servants to assist around the tower. Though normally perceptive, Tel'Arkana did not realize his fate, even 3 months later. The White Fade Spider's venom was unique in that it caused gradual memory loss that was so subtle that the victim would not realize it unless it was pointed out by a second person. Though in smaller animals, this memory loss would have been more effective in that in a matter of minutes or hours, the creature would die due to suffocation (the body and brain literally forgetting how to breathe); but in larger creatures, such as humans and elves, the venom took months. Tel'Arkana grew ill, and eventually worse. Aramil remained patient until his master lay on his bed for one last time, never to awaken.

Aramil took a small amount of wealth with him, on top of his master's research notes and journals. After four years of journeying alone, he eventually stumbled upon an old man in a hut in the swamplands of Szyr. This man was powerful and upon meeting Aramil, the two immediately struck a bargain: Aramil would apprentice under him and the old man can have Tel'Arkana's notes. Aramil benefitted due to the elderly man being a necromancer; one that was difficult to find and had taken him three years. The old man did not know, however, that Aramil had committed the notes to memory, tampered with them, and destroyed the majority of the research. Aramil lived with the old man for a much shorter time, only 5 years. Aramil grew smarter and wiser under this man's tutelage, which was much darker and sadistic than his previous master. However, Aramil understood necromancy for what it was and found better uses for it. This disappointed his master who lived and breathed for the idea of turning a corpse into a puppet for the mere pleasure of having the power over death. After a time, Aramil noticed his master leaving the hut much more frequently, which he took advantage of by reading the many notes and learning the wards' words of power. Aramil eventually learned all that he could and eventually decided to follow his master. The albino followed the old man to a hidden cave, following after him after five minutes of waiting. There, he saw despair.

Before him was a giant gate powered by a red orb. The portal seemed incomplete, but Aramil saw the shadow of what lay beyond it. His master was speaking to it, even referring to it as his "Master." Aramil knew well what was going on and he knew what lay beyond the gate was something of immense, if not god-like, power. Aramil listened to the conversation and realized that his master had been nurturing his talent in order to make him a sacrifice to feed the orbs power and to let loose a horror unlike any other unto the land. Rather than sit idly by, Aramil unleashed multiple spells towards the orb, damaging it. Stunned, his master could only watch Aramil with absolute horror. The creature beyond the gate would cry out in pain and agony, until the gateway dispersed altogether. A howling roar and an oath filled Aramil's ears: "You shall pay for this! I will hunt you to the ends of the planes!"

Aramil had no time to ponder the threat and merely ran back to the cottage, the drugs he had consumed were wearing off. He eventually made it to the hut, his master still far behind, and as he entered, Aramil deactivated the wards throughout the house and sought shelter in the furthest corner beneath his own layers of blankets. His master arrived and spoke, inadvertently, the activation words to his wards, believing Aramil to have turned them on upon entering and hiding. After all, his apprentice was too smart to leave the wards deactivated when there was an impending doom. The old man entered his own home and suffered the consequences, the entire hut exploding into a magnificent ball of fire, frost, and lightning.

After the self-destruction of his master and the hut, Aramil awoke hours later, battered and bruised. He no longer had his drugs to give him strength and his body ached with pain. After days of crawling out of the swamp, only eating the vermin that came by and siphoning the lives of carrion, Aramil fell unconscious. After a week, he awoke in the local church within a nearby town, with many medications that were used to restore his health on a side table by the bed. Aramil was submitted for questioning, where he recounted the events, yet omitting particular details. After seeing no need to keep him, the town guard and the church let Aramil go and rewarded him for the destruction of the necromancer. With nothing else for him, Aramil decided to travel the world in search of a particular item he had found in the old necromancer's notes: the Book of the Dead Gods, his possible salvation and darkest goal.