Kvatyr

Lore is being updated. Not all of the following remains true to current lore. This bio is quite old and due to be partially rewritten.

Your name is Kvatyr.

You brought this on yourself. There's no way around that. The misery before you is of your creation. It could've all been avoided if only you hadn't been so stubborn. If only you didn't keep being so stubborn. Conformity will bring your freedom. But is it really freedom if you must conform to attain it? No. Freedom is a paradox to you. The world they offer is far from free. Why should you try to escape when everything on the other side of these bars is a lie? This notion seems alien to them and if what they say is true, if you're really as insane is they say, then so be it. That doesn't matter to you anymore.



Your name is Kvatyr. Many years ago you were the strong and respected leader of this clan. You even founded this clan. That was until the Vinten and his goons arrived. You fell for it. You let them take your clan from you. You'll never forgive yourself for your ignorance and being blinded by Vinten's charm. Any positive emotions you may have once harbored for him are long gone. The mere mention of his name leaves a bitter taste in your mouth now. You hate even more that he is the father of your daughter, Velte. You love her dearly, though she doesn't return the sentiment. Your imprisonment and unwillingness to change has driven you away from almost everyone you thought you knew.

Your current situation of near solitary confinement in a small cage, chained down, and left to waste away would normally indicate numerous horrid crimes, but you have only one. For years you went on unnoticed. You were, and still are, a cannibal.

It started with a food shortage. You'd lost a few clan members to hunger and Mortos had grown too weak to take care the bodies. Out of desperation for food and pure curiosity you made them disappear. For the duration of the shortage you took to hunting small and weak dragons unfortunate enough to be in the area, but even after the shortage passed you kept up the hunt. A last stitch attempt to survive had turned to an addiction and, eventually, a dependency. You refused to eat any other meat and even now, unable to move, with nothing but what you are provided, you will not eat.

Vinten had you locked away not long after you accidentally confessed to him. His failed attempts at medicating you and your multiple failed attacks on him had left him with no other choice but to condition you. You still remember what he said when you woke up in here. If you ate what you were brought and treated the guards with respect, then your chains would gradually be loosened and you'd be set free. You scoffed at the idea and vowed to destroy him if you ever made it out.

He made your sins public and you are now only fully respected by Ragnarok and Mortos, the latter of whom sneaks you real food from time to time out of disagreement with your treatment. The Nochnyr by your cage was meant to serve as a constant monitor. Unbeknownst to everyone else, you learned to communicate with him and he has agreed to stop actually monitoring you. Either that or you've been imagining his conversation and he's just gotten bored of doing his job. Your monologues about what freedom really is echo throughout the caravan on occasion and Mortos seems to have taken a liking to it, bringing more food and discreetly visiting to talk philosophy. Things are looking up. You can smell revolution and the coming anarchy.

At this point, you've stopped caring about pretty much everything, though you do your best to not let it get to you too much and become much more nonchalant to Mortos. After all, nowadays you only have an audience of one.




It is done. Vinten is dead. You are finally free.

Finally free to hunt.



Since Vinten's death, you've returned to the public eye of the inmates. When you were first freed, you were very weak. You had been trapped for years, could hardly stand and you were just skin and bones. Of course, the question on the minds of everyone who remembered you was "what will you do now? Will you take back leadership?" And to that you said no. Vinten showed you the evils of leadership and you would not allow the inmates nor yourself to be ruled again. You afforded them the freedom you'd been desperately waiting for yourself.

Everyone does as they please. Those who work choose to based on passion. Infighting is dealt with solely by those involved. If such comes to blows then so be it. You couldn't ask for better.

The weakness in your arms and legs never improved. Luckily, you'd been able to stretch your wings enough during your confinement to retain the ability to fly. You also took the time to develop your magic capabilities and have become very skilled in Plague magic, especially for battle. Before your prosthetics were made, you could only walk for brief periods of time, could only reliably hold things in your mouth. When you met Xolotl he asked who you were. For reasons that you don't quite understand, he vowed eternal loyalty to you. You weren't going to argue with that and he started carrying you as per your request. He became your legs.

Dr. Krova's first attempt at solving your limb weakness was with splints, which helped some, but ultimately weren't very effective. When he started working with Raklitetz, he started making real progress. You now have complex implants that have for the most part restored your mobility and strength. He has expressed the idea of completely replacing your limbs with mechanical substitutes, though you are unsure you want to do that and he is still developing that technology and technique anyway.

Even though you can stand and walk much more than before, Xolotl still provides most of your transportation. You have taken up the mantle of bounty hunter alongside him. You work together to pursue bounties all over Sorneith not just for the money, but for you, it's your primary source of food.

Art by SilverPhoenix




For Draw Your Lair Challenge


Artist's rendition of imprisonment. Phoatlshopped by FlufferLover.