.:Preferences - Distaste For Fire:.
During the blight and famine that nearly tore apart Stensia more than a millennia ago Sorin had witnessed a fresh brutality that sickened him to his core. A good five years before his ascension to a Planeswalker or before hid contact with the "condition of the blood," he had dealt with and lived with the tragedy at the time. With the famine claiming the lives of many, Edgar was not the first to turn to another remedy to the issue of a lack of food. Many of the poorer folk turned to a gruesome practice that is still held in the darker parts of Stensia today: Cannibalism.
--Of course the people had not resorted to eating the person raw. Though the idea had come when superstitions rose and there was witch hunts. Some dredged up actual culprits while many were innocent. One of the many ways they dealt with witches was to simply burn them. It was after one of the trials that a beggar partook of the flesh and soon many followed suit. It was cheap, abundant and every person slaughtered for the meal was one less mouth to feed. Of course they ran out of "witches" to burn and eat lest they maim the entire township so their eyes turned to the nobles and those above them. The ones who sat safely in their homes with enough food to sustain them. Already fueled by their rage over the noble's lavish lifestyle and an entitlement mentality already setting in, they were the next victims.
--At the time, the smell of fire, death, burning flesh and seldom decay became common even in Sorin's quarters. Being human during this time period, he feared for his life and his sweetheart's. It was on the very eve of the say he would change that the deepest scar would come to be. As he caught wind of what his grandfather was trying to achieve and tried to run for the woman he loved to somehow get them out of Stensia, having no faith in his grandfather's ambitions. However, as he got within the walls of his lady's abode, he saw her being dragged from her home and mercilessly thrown into a pyre alive. That night, the stench was worse than ever he recalled. That scent shook him to his core as he fled back home in fear. Even to this day, the scent of fire in the air or burning meat causes him to seize up.
