Einar has chosen a rather interesting vessel. He is NOT a dragon but a nasty warlock. Growing up in Iceland where it stays dark often Einar learned his path at a young age. His parents didn't necessary accept his choices but they dealt with it. He couldn't wait to leave home quick enough. He moved as close as possible to Hekla, one of the most active volcanoes where all witches/warlocks would go to summon the devil. He lived amongst many others who all came together as one. It was here he called himself a shamanistic. Most of the workings were for good dead's such as wealth, animal survival, cures to those ill. When harm was brought upon people or one of the practitioners this is when all hell broke loose. Einar lived a very unique life, separated from society but with his fellow warlocks. It was a small knit community that nobody dear go to. Sadly, he was in a horrific accident that took his life.