Unless you are personally told otherwise, assume this is OOC, friends.
Little is known of the somewhat enigmatic figure known as the Lord Eisen D'Geroux beyond the fact that he is new nobility, a son of the Lord Killian D'Geroux. It was quite a shock when the childless Lord announced that he had found his long lost son, who, despite the Lords rather assertive testimony, looks nothing like him. Where Killian is rather short, blonde haired and with a pair of pale blue eyes that the ladies of court frequently compare to the color of the summer sky, Eisen is tall, bald, and with a pair of verdant orbs that maintain such a cold look that they have been known to make ladies faint when fixed with their stare.
If only they knew the truth of the matter, they would likely change their opinions. One day, Lord Killian D'Geroux was out hunting his lands for a rogue member of the Syndicate, chasing down the traitor with his dogs from horseback. Unfortunately for the Lord, several of the traitors friends decided that they would rather keep their friend alive, and so waylaid Killian after their friend successfully lured him into a trap. They tied the noble to a tree and debated as to how exactly they were going to kill him and get away with it. It seemed the perfect opportunity…if it wasn't for Eisen. The boy wasn't much older than fifteen or sixteen at that point, but it was by then that his family had long abandoned him to the wilds so that they would have one less mouth to feed. The world the boy survived in was one of cold instinct and heartless actions, having to hunt and defend himself from the various animals of the wood with little more than his bare hands. What little he knew of the world, however, he kept locked away in his mind, mainly the words of his father from when he was still a wee child. "Eisen, if there be one thing ye should always remember, its that kissin' a noblemans ass is a good way to stay alive."
It was with those words rattling around in his brainpan that the young sociopath-to-be found the group of thugs and the Lord. It was his opportunity to escape this life of primal survival. He waited until the night to make his move. In the cover of darkness, he slowly and silently crept into camp and strangled the life out of the men until none lived. With one of the fallen knives of the thugs, he cut the bonds of the unconscious D'Geroux, and with a slap, awoke him from his stupor.
"They are dead. I killed. Eisen do good?" Killian was absolutely befuddled but after checking to make sure his former captors were indeed dead, he took a long look at the boy and recognized potential. If the lad killed five men with his bare hands without even waking the others or him…that was a useful gift. A gift that could be molded and shaped to his whim.
Eisen spent the next decade of his life in the Syndicate, undergoing grueling training by the nobility and the assassins alike, crafting the once wild boy into a man who could be a useful tool that could both be a front for the D'Geroux family, providing a convenient and pliant heir, as well as a master assassin that could eliminate their rivals and enemies with little more than his bare hands and a will to survive.