From him comes the old tale of a wolf gone from boy to soldier, without the allowance from a transition from boy to man.

The pack of his origin fell prisoner to a great illness. Many succumbed quickly, while few fought to overcome the possible fate of death. Azarov was one of the few to escape. Abandoning all he knew, the boy later found a new home — not one he was expecting to find in the once peace filled world.

A man took him in; a man by the name of Cephilis. He resembled death and everything it stood for. Cephilis forced the boy to grow in maturity and talent faster than any youth before. With no way out of this new life, Azarov was soon molded into nothing more than a weapon.

Years passed before his mentor joined the path of the deceased. Now, he was free to live as he pleased.

He is now scarred and heavy-pawed — ponderous with a lack of grace beneath a weighted bulk. As taught, he is swift to violence, never shying from battle. Quiet and calculating is he, unless directly addressed. Orders will be taken and fulfilled without question. This is the way he knows. The only way, as he will forever be the soldier Cephilis created.

Prior to Cephilis' death, he was renamed after his mentor, but has since then never used it, finding the use of his birth name to be more fitting.