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Cherished

(#38569505)

"Why can't I just live my life?"

Treasured

Fluorite Windsinger

Energy: 46/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

8.15 m

Wingspan

9.22 m

Weight

1069.86 kg

Genetics

Honeydew
Iridescent

Turquoise
Shimmer

Seafoam
Peacock

Hatchday

Jan 04, 2018
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 1 Coatl

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Aoi
Aeris

Offspring

Biography

C H E R I S H E D
RUNAWAY NOBLE

MEANS . . .

held as dear

PRONOUNCED . . .

“CHER-ishd”

PRONOUNS . . .

he/him

ORIENTATION . . .

pansexual

LOCATION . . .

in his rooms

TRAITS . . .

complacent, standoffish

“Why can't I just live my life?”

Born into Cloudsong nobility, he enjoyed most aspects of his upbringing. The luxurious clothes, the exceptional food, his comfortable suite of rooms… the politics and posturing, however, were less to his taste. For a time he used a haughty bearing to deflect attention from his “flaw” of not being a perfect silver-tongued charmer… but then the suitors started to arrive.

To his dismay, many (many) suitors saw his reticence as playing hard to get, and they tried all the harder to win his affection - or at least his attention. He could scarcely walk down the hall without being accosted by eager young (or, ugh, not so young) nobles who thought that his title would elevate their status.

His nerves stretched thinner by the day, practically by the hour. It was only a matter of time before something had to give - and unfortunately just such a thing happened right in the middle of a ball, in one of those painful silences that drops at just the wrong moment. It left his scathing words of dismissal ringing loud and clear for all to hear, one of those older nobles seething with fury and hurt pride.

“Apologize,” his parents demanded. He refused. He knew the politics, or so he thought he did, and if anything the blame was shared - had the other noble not been so very insistent, so demanding of his attention when he clearly did not wish to give it, Cherished wouldn’t have had to snap to make his wishes heard.

Unsurprisingly, the other noble disagreed. Surprisingly, to Cherished at least, who had never really faced consequences for his own actions - the other noble did not give up there. He presented an ultimatum: through his diplomatic connections, he was capable of cutting off nearly all trade to Cherished’s family, if not forever, at least for a time. Certainly long enough to cause great suffering to them and their people. Cherished could stop this calamity one of two ways: agree to marry the noble, or be exiled in disgrace, removed forever from their line and the power and prestige it granted.

“You’ll marry, of course,” Cherished’s parents insisted. Cherished refused again, but weakly - he knew no other life, held no other skills. Without his family he had nothing - could he really survive on his own?

At long last… he agreed. He would marry. Surely he wouldn’t have to spend all of his time with his soon-to-be husband. So many spouses worked apart, lived apart, traveled at convenient times to ensure one or the other was never around… right? Such was the way of nobility, when more pairs than not were arranged purely for politics.

(Never mind the persistence with which the noble had pursued him, never mind the way his eyes lingered whenever Cherished was in a room, never mind how he spoke with the same possessive note when discussing a newly acquired art piece as he did when the topic of the wedding came up.)

And so the day of the wedding arrived, and he was packaged up in a fine carriage in fine clothing to be delivered to his new husband. He shook with dread as the carriage rolled ever onwards - and suddenly, he wasn’t the only thing shaking. The carriage rattled around him, and the wind began to shriek - all at once, a storm rolled over their party and threw it into chaos.

Pure luck or some bounty of the Windsinger, Cherished couldn’t say - but he saw his only chance for what it was and took it. He snatched his dowry purse - bursting with gems enough to fund a comfortable lifetime a dozen times over, should he find civilization without being robbed blind first - and ran.

♡ MARKEL (a friend) Markel rescued Cherished as he fled from his oncoming nuptials, letting him tag along in their trade caravan on their return to Shi'Kahr.

FLETCHER

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