Background: Born into a family with traditions is most often a good thing. It means that family is important. It means that you are part of something that is almost immortal. However, not every family tradition is a good thing. And for some, it can be something quite deadly.

Parthenos. A family with a long family tradition...hunting demons. Stephyn's family was part of the Consilium de Lumire, the Council of Light, a centuries spanning organization whose sole purpose was to thwart those with unholy power.... preventing their rise to power.

At a young age, Stephyn's parents took a traditional holiday trip, only to never return. In the blink of an eye, young Parthenos was orphaned. His uncle, a valued member of the Council, took Stephyn in and began training him in the family traditions.

The reason he was in Miami University that day is a secret that only a handful of people know. All that is certain is that he was there when the incident occurred. He was there when a tentacled horror flew out of the darkness. Instinct and training took over...Family Tradition rose up in a newly trained member of the Consilium. That day, a creature of darkness met a warrior of light.

The ensuing conflict was both brutal and fast. Flashes of light and dark flowed across the campus as two beings with mutual hatred clashed. The eternal battle between the light and the dark raged on. This time though, in the end, the dark proved more than the light could handle... at first.

Bruised and battered, his weapons shattered, his magic spent, young Parthenos turned to an unthinkable solution. To stop the beast...to save lives, Stephyn Parthenos resorted to the very thing he was trained to prevent. The very thing that his Traditions were designed to rid the world of.... forbidden magic.

Grasping a shard of his broken weapons, uttering indecipherable words, Stephyn carved symbols into his very flesh as the Shadowbeast. With his last bit of strength, Stephyn leapt directly into the mass of writhing tentacles as the spell gained life and ignited... darkness and light became one in an arcane explosion that left only a single body upon the ground. The battle was done... but at what price?

It was almost a week later that Stephyn Parthenos woke. Held for breaking the covenant of the Consilium, Parthenos was to be tried and executed for breaking one of their very basic tenants, the use of Forbidden Magics.

Traditions. His family fought the dark. It was their tradition. It had been that way for centuries. Every day, they woke up and pushed the darkness back into it's little black hole. They never quit, they never gave up. Why should he be any different? Though the darkness was now inside of him, what better tool to use against the dark than itself? His family fought... they always did... and they always will.

And now? Now he will forge that darkness into a weapon for the light. Now he will teach the darkness what fear is.

Appearance: Deathly pale skin and Eurasian features, lend Stephyn an exotic look. With long black hair with a purple sheen and a sculpted Van Dyke, he becomes almost aristocratic. Brilliant, piercing green eyes and a vulpine cast make it decidedly inhuman. All blend to remind one that Stephyn Parthenos is the predator, not the prey. Not bound by convention, Wraith favors Victorian Gothic mixed with Urban Streetwear. Greatcoats and waistcoats, Hoodies and Doc Martens all combined with mystic sigils and urban tags, to paint a man caught between two worlds and different times. Predominant among the images are crosses and fanged skulls reminiscent of vampires and bearing the Gothic influence. All of this in a dark swirl of black, plum and burgundy, Wraith casts a foreboding figure.