Before Dhamor was Dhamor, he worshiped a Spider Elf Deity and suffered the ultimate punishment for failing his given trial. His body and mind, warped torn and twisted. Excommunicated for his blasphemy and not long after, whomever Dhamor Mano was before all this, would find an ancient relic amongst the ruins of some long forgotten civilization. As voices guided him to the relic, his proximity caused it to hum with energy and in a flash the relic exploded, embedin part of itself in Dhamor's chest, suffusing his entire body mind and soul with wild and rigid energies destroying and reworking his self at his very core, equally splitting his psyche of reality with views of orderly chaos or chaotic order, perpetually skittering both extremes and blending them in what most individual see as a paradoxical disaster when interacting with him, his speech often devolves into random phrases mixed with different dialects. He needn't make sense to the mass, only to the Twins.