Dresden was born into a lovely farm village in the year 1783 just outside of London with six beautiful sisters, four older and two younger. They had a very simple life, but were content nonetheless. Dresden spent most of his childhood raising chickens and rabbits while his sisters learned to milk cows and sew. His father had begun to teach Dresden how to hunt late one summer, but the game was all gone and he had promised to teach him the following spring.

However, that winter was especially cruel to the family. Dresden's parents fell ill and passed away, leaving him in charge of the farm and his sisters at only 14 years of age. It wasn't so horrible, though. They stayed content as their parents would have wished for them and never complained once about any misfortune they had encountered.
Years passed and they had done very well for themselves and even grown closer as a family. Though trouble began brewing when word had spread that Dresden's sisters were blessed with unbridled beauty. Soon suitors were flocking to their farm to request the girl's hand in marriage. Rich men, honest men, bad men, and good men all came seeking the permission from Dresden to have one of his sister's, and to each one he refused. No man would ever take the only family he had away from him. Well, growing boys can be naive...

Winter had gripped the earth in it's cold grasp, and it would be another winter Dresden would lose something precious to him. The suitors he turned away were sick and tired of Dresden and had planned revenge on the poor lad. These men believed Dresden thought of his sisters as too good for anything less than a god, and so planned to arrange a meeting between Dresden and God.
The smell of fire was thick in the air and tore Dresden from his sleep. The barn outside had been set aflame and he would have gone to put it out if he hadn't heard his youngest sister, Rory, scream. He instantly headed for his sister's room, careless in his panic, and walked right into an ambush. Seven large men had caught him and forced him down onto the ground. One held a knife against his throat while another sat on his back, holding his hands together. The others began to advance on his sisters, lust and wrath visible on their faces.
Dresden screamed his lungs out at the men, begging them to leave his sisters unharmed, but it was all for naught. They tied up Rory, the youngest, and tossed her aside, "saving her for last." The five men then proceeded to rape and beat the other 5 sisters. Dresden cried and screamed and felt terrible rage build up inside of him, the like of which he would never before imagine possible. Little by little, Dresden died inside, watching the horrific scene laid out before him. He begged and begged like a worthless dog, though the men showed no mercy. They abused and used his precious sisters until they had no will to cry or scream anymore, and then they slaughtered them brutally.

Then there was only Rory left. Sweet, ten year old little Rory. The man who had held the knife to Dresden's throat stood up and began to approach her with the same look and intention the other men had. Dresden found himself replenished with sorrow and despair and began to scream and cry out to his little sister, begging the men once again, though he knew it was pointless. The man with the knife grabbed her and forced her down on the bed, keeping her hands tied up. He called two of the other men over to "share" with while the man on top of Dresden forced him to watch. They cut her dress away, sliced her perfect skin open, and laughed at her pain. The man with the knife slid his pants down and smiled at Dresden with a wink. That was it, all the rage and despair inside of him that had been building up broke loose. He threw the man on top of him aside and scrambled to his feet. His main focus was the man with the knife, so he ran full speed at him. They fought recklessly, the other men just standing and laughing at the two, until finally Dresden had taken the knife away. It was like killer instincts had taken over Dresden's mind, he swung the knife with professional precision. Aiming for the throats only, he had managed to kill 4 out of the 7 men before the others had finally forced him down on the bed next to his bleeding, dying sister. The very last thing he saw in that world was Rory smiling faintly and mouthing the words, "It's okay. I love you." Then the sharp pain of the knife entered his back and pierced his heart. He was dead.

Dresden awoke dazed in a small room after that, surrounded by lit candle and burning incense. He didn't understand what was happening until a beautiful man came to his side with an astonishing smile. Dresden recognized the man, but he couldn't place from where. This man had treated Dresden kindly and always told him how beautiful he was. This man, Dresden soon learned, was a demon and had explained that all the malice and despair Dresden felt at the time of his death had turned him into one as well. This news was hard for Dresden to accept at first, but in time he learned to adapt and live as he was. Dresden Teralis- Demon.

Dresden is a quiet individual, very contemplative and sarcastic. He has quite an obsession for stealing people hearts. Love is something he's become quite fascinated with, though he doesn't seem to be able to feel it very well. He can be playful when faced with an intellectual being, and there's nothing that puts him off more than a woman without ambition or self-respect.

Dresden has a very toned body, that of any farm boy. His facial features are soft, yet stern. When he smiles, it's usually a shy sort of smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts.

Not one who is fond of carrying around personal possessions, Dresden packs light almost always. A cutlass on his hip and a wallet in his pocket are the only things he needs to get by.

Companionship isn't something Dresden has familiarized himself with yet.