Born within Diamond Lake town, a local, working much like his father and his father before his father. . . in the mines a hard and at times a dangerous life.  As rough and harsh the town is,  the man loved his community and people, the man worked as most did in the mines, the man married a fine lass, sadly she passed away in childbirth along with child. This nearly broke the man, focusing his anger on work and kept his misery to himself. The people of this town are a tough people, not like those soft men from the cities and fields, soft lands make soft men as they say, and this man carried his burden without complaint living the best he could. He heard of a rumor of a carin of strange events and a few men who had managed to discover and “liberate” items of great value from others in the past able to make something of themselves, bring prosperity too the town and lift the peoples spirits. He often thought about going to see what the man could find himself, yet knowing most where sacked a long time ago, never bothered.

That was until the dreams came, strange dreams, something calling him to something greater, to a forgotten power, to something calling to his own bloodline, his family was old and to their knowledge where descendants from some of the first original people that had dwelled here since far before the town and mine came to be. The call was strong, and tugged at his thoughts, he wanted to know what was trying to draw him to the long since looted cairns. Gathering some local friends from the mines they gathered themselves and went to search out the area he had seen so many times in his dreams. Guided by the call he felt they found a long since looted carin. What resided within was dark, vast and none of his friends dared enter it, even though they all had explored these places in their youth. The man went down alone into the dark, searching and being almost guided he eventually found a talisman of old ancient design, something that strangely avoided being looted all this time. The man felt power in the object, he seized it brought it back he had found what was calling him. Taking it for his own self much to the dismay of his so called friends he returned home with it. During that night the mans life would change forever.

He slept with the item left on his bedside table, a terrible dream a nightmare overtook him a long dark deep sleep. He awoke surging with power and to the terror of his community he came out changed, transformed into something no one knew the name of or had seen locally but have heard of in myth and legend, a terrible combination of a man, a bull and supernatural forces, far travelers have encountered such creatures before but had rarely ever heard of this mans situation. After it was determined he was not an immediate threat, seeing the unnatural anger and dark forces lingering behind his eyes that he struggled with, he was allowed to reside on the outskirts of the community, he would not fit in the mines anymore, it was decided he would become a guard patrolling the land surrounding the town, and called in to break up the dangerous fights that the local men would start, particularly when they have drank too much of the spirits. His appearance alone being enough to sober the most angry and drunk miner. Over time the once man took on a new name forgoing the name of his birth for he was no longer that man in his own eyes, he now is whom he calls himself Metandr Olmr.