Sighing, he got up for the day. He briefly thought about his soulmate. Softly smiling to himself to the lovely image of him grown, he put on his acromantula silk "Dark Lord" uniform; which was pitch black and had Avada Kedavra green thread. He got it when he discovered his soulmate’s beautiful eyes; though his Death Eater’s think it has to do with his favorite spell. It really isn’t though; it is bombarda because it is the closest spell that matched his first case of magic usage. He was in the orphanage and a kid named Walter Perkins stole his only blanket. When Walter was caught holding both of them, his blanket exploded; the weirdest thing was what happened to his own. Perkins’ face was ashy and tears were dancing along his cheeks. On the ground were the remains of Walter’s blanket; covering his untouched one in black dust. It defied all foreknowledge he had at that point; he wondered why his didn’t get turned to ash and why it exploded. A few days later he discovered what it was. When he was concentrating on making the explosion it happened again; this time with a bible he stole. He smirked vindictively and in triumph when he discovered his gift and the fact he destroyed a bible.