Pom Hunter

In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Mogageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Churning Mists seeking vengeance against those who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Dark Knights, and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him... the Moogle Slayer.