Micheal hans johanson was born in Flatbush,New York to a Mr. And Ms. Johnson. and recorded as one of the largest babies born in that area. His school life was rocky to say the least. Getting into fights with other students who bullied other children. Micheal had some deep urge within himself to protect people, and of responsibility that other children his age normally did not develop yet. One day while his parents were out one of his few freinds by the name of Berklin came over. His mother was making somthing special and gave Berklin permission to bring over his freinds, and he only had one freind. Micheal who saved him from the ravages of bullies many times. Micheal of course agreed. Writing a note to his parents in case they got home before he did. Walking with his freind across the street and into the rather nice home thier. Berklin's mother was a well rounded woman. Standing only 5'5. Short brown hair whith a smattering of gray. Brown eyes gazing into the unnaturally grey eyes of Micheal offered out a tray of cookies to him Micheal never turning down sweets picked one up and took a bite. Then things began to change for him. The room took on a luster that he did not see before. The woman before him now having a much larger nose and pointed ears. His freind the same features including different clothing from that of colonial days. He backed up and shook his head. Holding back from crying in fear. Berklin patted him on the shoulder and looked way up. "It is ok Ulf. you changed to...look." :: Micheal looked and found himself clad in leather armor. His skin blue as cobalt. Running to a mirror and seeing his troll self for the first time. Blinking. Fear repplaced with curiosity now. "Ok mom is gonna freak" Berklin's mother moved to his side and patted him reassuringly on the shoulder." No she cant see what you truly look like Ulf. No mortal can under normal circumstances." "Normal circumstances?" He replied . The elder nodded and motioned to the livingroom. " Take a seat we have much to talk about Ulf" "Why are you calling me Ulf?" " That is your fae name" She replied in kind. Taking his hand and moving towards the couch. Micheal sat and began to listen to the Boggan as she called her kind tell him of the history of the fae. The glory of lost arcadia and rules and what is expected of one of his kith. A few months pass after that day. Ulf usually stayed in his room to experiment with his new found gifts which worried his parents to the point they called in a "Specialist" to examine their now distant son. The creator must have smiled upon ulf that day for the specialist who came was a rather tall for lack of a better word elf. Moving with Ulf to his room the man explained himself further. " I am count Justin of house fiona. I am going to reccomend to your parents that you be taken to my "Clinic" for treatment. There you will be squired to one of my knights, and one day become one yourself it is hoped. " Ulf nodded and soon he found himself standing infront of a majestic mansion. To the common eye it was just another clinic in the middle of the inner city. Gates of copper trolls,pooka, and sidhe moving about the fast coutyard doing what ever buisness they were doing. Ulf looked about wide eyed and with Justin's lead moved inside and to the throne room. There he was given to a mister Sturm. A rather large troll near twice the size of the young ulf. Thus his training with weapons and the ways of knighthood began. Years pass and the young boy turned into a rather strapping man. Fully inducted into fae society as a knight to the count, and his lady. On one of his usual patrols he was told of his freind Berklin's dissapearance. Berklin by this time was inducted into the kitchen. Ulf moved to the throne room where Justin sat. "My leige. " :: He fell to one knee his head down. " I ask for permission to find mister Berklin" Justin rested his hand upon his chin. Tapping softly in thought. " Very well. But i only give you a week to find your freind. You have duties here that are not to be neglected" His voice was stern but not mean Ulf rose and moved off. The last place he was seen was central park. That was a bad place to go. expecially at night, but he moved down one of the busy streets. Entering a subway station. Foot tapped and eyes moved around waiting. In the dimly lit terminal he saw two monsterous shapes which he could not recognise. They walked hunched over. Fangs dripping with saliva and claws curved and filthy. Four of them moved to surround the young warrior. Sword drawn along with his hammer. To the mortal eye he would appear as just another human with a plastic "He-man" sword and a plunger which looked rather silly, but those weapons were the finest crafted . The quartet lunged and swarmed the troll. Claws tearing into armor and teeth trying to tear flesh. With a mighty bellow he swung an arm with a creature upon it into a stone pillar. Crack. Blood ran from the critters head as it fell limp. His hand released one of his weapons to grab another off his person and throw him upon the tracks where it shook violently from the electicity flowing through it. The other two figuring they bit off more then they could chew vanished in whisps of smoke. Grunting he picked his weapon up and resheathed the both as the train pulled into the station. Climbing aboard he took it right under central park. Re surfacing he moved through the encampments of bums and other street people. Asking whom ever he met if they saw the missing cook. As he reached turtle pond he found some disturbing efidence. Berklin's spare glasses were picked up and he looked around for signs of a struggle, but none were found. The lake gurgled and a large tentecle lunged from the depths ofg the lake to attack the troll. Seems chimera loved him this night. Sword drawn he cracked the rubbery appendage good nearly servering it one blow. The octopi like creature surfaced and more tentecles came forth. Swinging with all his might at each as they batted at him Suddenly he was ensnared and began to get drug into the lake. Was he going to meet the same fate as his freind. In a way yes. As he was submered a swirling vortex opened and began to pull at him. The creature pulling to get it;'s meal. Ulf did not have much of a choice. He called upon what little magic he had learned for this kind of situation and sturck the tentecle. The creature gurgled in pain and released ulf who was quickly sucked into the vortex to who knows where.