Harbor goes by many names, sometimes the drowned, sometimes the diver, sometimes even the Prince of the seas… however before all these titles he was a young Azarkati, part of a small community tasked with preserving an ancient city. He was groomed to become the next chief when one day he was dared by his friends to journey deep into the ancestral temple, a place the elders warned was too dangerous to venture into for even they did not have the knowledge of what lies in there. Shortly after entering the temple shook and the entrance collapsed swiftly, leaving the young Azarkati trapped in the darkness that not even his bioluminescence could pierce. As he swam around searching for an exit he was made aware of a glow further into the temple, mistaking it for a exit he rushed towards the shrine before being pierced by falling stones… as he lay dying on the shrine he saw a piece of coral glow and a voice in his head suddenly whispered that it was not his time, suddenly his elemental gate awoke and a ring formed around his right middle finger. Using his newfound power he blasted a hole through the shrine walls, pocketing the shining coral and pinning it to his coat as a sign of respect for whatever entity had saved his life.
Unfortunately it was too late, the collapse of the shrine had been caused by the collapse of the cavern that housed his village… as his eyes became accustomed to the dark all he could make out was his village covered by endless amounts of stone, with only the shrine left standing. With a heavy heart Harbor took the name of his tribe and followed the pulsing of his ring, leading him to the new world