A noble house once led by a grand noble known commonly as Alastair Aratel Aratel. This house prioritizes the fine arts over all else, often indulging in worldly pleasures related to them.
Despite Alastairs great name he found himself facing a shortage of proper guards, soon a tournament would be held to solve such a trivial issue. A grand tournament was hosted to find a new personal bodyguard for Alastair, much to his dismay most of the volunteers seemed to be common soldiers men of troubled past who we're willing to live a life of simplicity to make moderate coin. Though one stood out, a true snake born, one who through the use of their own skills stood triumphant in the tournament.
Quickly Alastair befreinded his new bodyguard, with a twisted mix of curiosity and kindness he introduced his bodyguard to the fine arts the house of Aratel coined, alongside his training in the arts he taught his guard martial techniques directly from the house library, giving even personal instruction to the beast. Soon his guard was even flaunting his skills against other guards of the Aratel household, with this Alastair grew confident, overconfident. One evening Alastair so sure of his guard walked into an isolated alley late into the evening. This mistake would be his last as a team of armed assassins emerged from the shadows, his guard caught unprepared was quickly overwhelmed, his skill were dulled by some unknown limitation, here Alastair of Aratel head of the house symbol of noble finesse to the common man was killed.
With Alastair dead his father took the mantle, Alastair had no siblings and no children of his own leaving his elderly father the only one to succeed him.
Alastair's father, stricken with grief and rage at the guards sheer incompetence, stripped them of their status, their wealth, and their name among the upper class. They were cast out, a disgraced failure of a bodyguard.