Servus
(#33986616)
Level 1 Fae
Familiar
Ghost Manticore
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.36 m
Wingspan
1.39 m
Weight
1.22 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Ripple
Ripple
Obsidian
Stripes
Stripes
Radioactive
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
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____In a clan deep within the Lightweaver's territory lived a clan called the Melohn. They worshipped a being named Arenji, a deity that he was taught from birth was more powerful and just than the deities that the rest of the clans worshipped. He himself was born from parents blessed with Arenji's power, any color that was in his scalles sapped while he was in egg and green glowing marks streaking his young body.
____Hnce he was 16 he was deemed devoted enough to leave the clan to spread the worship of his deity Arenji, now old enough to have earned his own name - Servus. He brought his diligent worship to each and every clan he met, attempting to show them the ways that the original gods had wronged them all and how they should worship Arenji but all rejected him.
____For a long time he traveled, each clan casting him aside out of fear or disdain...sometimes both. That was, until he met The Devoted. They had a decorated alter for each and every deity - save for Arenji. They told him this would be his last chance to turn his back on his deity and restore his loyalties, but he denied their offer. It was his birthright to fight to stand at the side of Arenji upon death, not indentured servitude to unseen gods. But then had shown him the loyalty to these tyrants and how hard it was to make those deity-lovers see the light...
____The realization that his purpose in life may be for naught sent the young fae spiraling into a mentally unstable place. He hid in fear in shame deep within the Hewn City, fearful of being hunted down by other clans but also afraid of returning to face his old clan empty-clawed. How could he return and tell them he had managed nothing as one of Arenji's Chosen?
____On one of his increasingly rare missions to find food he heard a strange whistling noise. It was like a song, one that sounded ever familiar yet he could not place. Following the strange noise, he found himself nosing his way through a large wooden door into a small room. His large eyes took in the two dusty bookshelves and a tome long left unused but still open as though it had been forgotten by its previous owner.
Bio materials: Mirabella
The unwilling acolyte
P̀͡l͠è͠͞a͘̕s̛ę̸ ̢̀m̸̡̧a͢͜k̡e͟ ̴̧t̷̡̀h͠e͟m҉̵́ ̡̛s̡͟t͘óp
́͟͞P̧l̡͡͡e̸͞a̡s̨e̶͢
̢́H̵e̡̛l̵p ̛m̡e
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S E R V U S
The Chosen • Servant of Old Ones • Arenji   _______________
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____In a clan deep within the Lightweaver's territory lived a clan called the Melohn. They worshipped a being named Arenji, a deity that he was taught from birth was more powerful and just than the deities that the rest of the clans worshipped. He himself was born from parents blessed with Arenji's power, any color that was in his scalles sapped while he was in egg and green glowing marks streaking his young body.
____Hnce he was 16 he was deemed devoted enough to leave the clan to spread the worship of his deity Arenji, now old enough to have earned his own name - Servus. He brought his diligent worship to each and every clan he met, attempting to show them the ways that the original gods had wronged them all and how they should worship Arenji but all rejected him.
____For a long time he traveled, each clan casting him aside out of fear or disdain...sometimes both. That was, until he met The Devoted. They had a decorated alter for each and every deity - save for Arenji. They told him this would be his last chance to turn his back on his deity and restore his loyalties, but he denied their offer. It was his birthright to fight to stand at the side of Arenji upon death, not indentured servitude to unseen gods. But then had shown him the loyalty to these tyrants and how hard it was to make those deity-lovers see the light...
____The realization that his purpose in life may be for naught sent the young fae spiraling into a mentally unstable place. He hid in fear in shame deep within the Hewn City, fearful of being hunted down by other clans but also afraid of returning to face his old clan empty-clawed. How could he return and tell them he had managed nothing as one of Arenji's Chosen?
____On one of his increasingly rare missions to find food he heard a strange whistling noise. It was like a song, one that sounded ever familiar yet he could not place. Following the strange noise, he found himself nosing his way through a large wooden door into a small room. His large eyes took in the two dusty bookshelves and a tome long left unused but still open as though it had been forgotten by its previous owner.
  _THE OLD ONES_ 
 ____He felt drawn to one thing in particular. A bird skull was laying on the desk beside the time, decorated with black feathers and beads. Everything in the room was dusty and appeared unused but the skull looked clean and well kept. Judging by the decor, someone loved it. Curious, he lifted it and examinated it. The eyes appeared dark, almost soulless no matter what angle he peered at it with. Curious, he placed it over his head. ____The regret of his decision was almost immediate. Searing pain overtook his body, and as he watched the runes that marked Arenji's claim on him were sucked off his body. It didn't take long before he passed out from pain. Once trapped in the darkness of unconsciousness, he heard strange voices. The Old Ones, they called themselves. _____When he woke, he attempted to pull the mask off. He was immediately met with enough pain to knock him out again. Once unconscious, the Old Ones showed him visions. Sights of desolate wastelands and monstrous creatures that waited for him in the shadows.  |
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_SLEEPLESS LIFE_
____The mask couldn't be removed. He was too afraid to try that again after what had resulted. He was afraid to go to sleep. Sleep meant horrors unseen by the waking eye and the voices of the Old Ones whispering in his mind. In an effort to avoid that fate, however, he developed bags under his eyes. His mood was unpredictable and volatile. It felt like he was losing himself to lack of sleep...but the alternative was still worse. ____Gradually his life of waking and asleep began to blend. Insomnia took over from fear but he could not stay awake forever. Sometimes it has hard to discern if he was awake or asleep - it all kind of blended into one. One moment he would be talking to someone and the next their eyes would reflect a soulless shadow monster. The Old Ones were there every waking and sleeping moment, following him, beckoning.... |
Bio template by Mibella, find it here.
Bio materials: Mirabella
The unwilling acolyte
P̀͡l͠è͠͞a͘̕s̛ę̸ ̢̀m̸̡̧a͢͜k̡e͟ ̴̧t̷̡̀h͠e͟m҉̵́ ̡̛s̡͟t͘óp
́͟͞P̧l̡͡͡e̸͞a̡s̨e̶͢
̢́H̵e̡̛l̵p ̛m̡e
- Unwilling servant of the Old Ones
- Green markings have been washed away by the Old Ones
- Birdskull is fused to his face. If he tries to pull it off, it causes him to black out. When he wakes up, scars appear on his body. These are much more painful, causing his vision to waver. After 3 hours, the scars begin to fade. (He only tried it once)
- Whenever he sleeps/blackouts/becomes unconscious, he appears in the middle of a black void, where he can see and hear the old ones more clearly. Which is not a good thing.
- Has rapid mood swings
- Partly insane
- Tends to flinch at sudden movement
- Constantly assaulted by the voices in his heads
- Becomes louder when he falls asleep
- As well as seeing things differently (shadow creatures from a different reality, places become horrifying landscapes, creatures turn into grotesque versions of themselves)
- Tries to stay awake as long as he can
- Has dark eyebags due to this
- Constantly tired, unfocused, wide-eyed and terrified
- Just wants the voices to stop
His left eye has been "healed" by the old ones, but is now pure white with a slitted black pupil
- Born to a clan that worships the Arenji
- Parents were blessed by the Arenji
- He (along with his siblings) were born blessed
- Although his siblings were able to take the pressure and duties placed on them easily, Tyran did his best to hide his discomfort
- He never really felt any connection with the Arenji, but was too afraid to speak up
- Due to the lessons he (along with every single hatchling in the clan) was taught, he was able to hide it
- ( Age 16 ) When he came of age, he and his siblings were sent out to spread the teachings of the Arenji and so disorder among clans
- Each went their separate ways
- Tyran tried his best, only to be turned away and chased out of clans
- Gave up when the last clan he visited was devoted to the deities dearly (called The Devoted; each deity had a destinated alter) tore out his left eye but gave him one last chance to turn his back on the Arenji forever, but warned him should they hear that he still stuck to the teachings he would hunted down. And sent him off.
- Hid in the deepest part of the Hewn City in fear and shame; wanting to avoid anyone, and his own clan
- One day found himself in a dusty old chamber containing :
- Two shelves full of books (he would later know that it were Grimores)
- A table, on top of it a tome left open; untouched for years
- A birdskull decorated with feathers and beads
- When he went inside, the doors slammed shut
- A few lanterns located on the walls lit up
- Unable to find a way out, he took a look at the books on the shelves
Quote:
Living in fantasy
in apathy
isn't the cure,
you're out of time
Try to keep holding on
before you're gone
It all will be over,
so cry and cry
in apathy
isn't the cure,
you're out of time
Try to keep holding on
before you're gone
It all will be over,
so cry and cry
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