Post by dantieduurden on Feb 28, 2011 11:42:41 GMT -5
Name: Cyuth Parthenopaeus Also kown As Acheron
Age:485
Race:Elf
Occupation:Count of Kirtan
Allegiance:Du Weldenvarden
Physical Description: Cyuth has silvery white eyes much like most elves in Du Weldenvarden. His most dominant feature being a very strong, cleft chin. Shoulder length brown hair is normally left hanging loosely, on occasion slick back with oils and magic. Cyuth only wears the best of clothes, and always they must be made from something he has either killed, or gathered himself. Though he dose not make the clothing himself. He has many such outfits made of urgal hide that he uses during war time, for its thick layers. Due to the constant attacks his city suffered during the purging, his body is lethal and tan, not an ounce of fat on it. On his chest he has tattooed a picture of a sun pierced with three lighting bolts, and a succubus demon. His skin is tan due to working in the field often, never truly staying inside like the other elven rulers, he would rather be on the front lines of a battle leading his men then in the back drops waiting for the battle to come to him.
Personality:Cyuth, also known as Acheron is a torn and tortured soul. In the past fifty years of his life his personality has changed the most dramatically. Before the purge Acheron was a kind and generous ruler, doing all he could to help anyone he could. His people loved him and he they, but after the was and his only daughters death as well as his wives murder he became cold and emotionless. Running on military instincts only. No longer did his people have there kind Count that laughed and played with them, sang ballads that made the trees themselves weep. Now all songs he made were of war, and all jokes of death, caring nothing for himself and only keeping up with his appearance because it was one of the things his partner and daughter loved about him the most.
Acheron on the inside is in extreme and constant pain for having to kill his daughter so that she no longer had to suffer the pains nor the attrocites the humans had done to her when they took her captive while they and the urgals attacked his homeland, killing countless thousands of his people, including his wife. On the outside though his emotions are that the likes of a brewing storm, waiting to destroy and get his vengeance on all those that had killed his friends and family. And had forced his hand against his daughter, his only child. Even Myaja his former commander and friend he shuts out and ignores for his anger blinds him. He blames much of what happened on the turn tail riders for not coming to there nations aid when they were needed most. " Murders of there own people." He calls them for they are all elves.
To all those that try to come to his city from the outside world of Du Weldenvarden he is openly hostile, to all but diplomats, and even to them he is not kind, letting them know how very much he hates them. Inside his meeting chambers he has urgal horn made furniture everywhere. and in a jar off to the side he has the teeth of every person he has killed. Lastly on his side of the table where he were to sit sits a humans skull.
History:
Age birth to 20: From Cyuths very first days of life he was brought up to be a ruler. An arranged marriage had been in session since they knew he was to be conceived. When he was old enough to walk he soon began exploring his homeland. Not a care in the world, some of his fondest memories are of the times his parents walked him around what would one day be his kingdom, with not a care in the world. But as he came to age ten he was being trained by a hired teacher the ways of the blade, as well as how to rule a kingdom by his parents when not in his other teachings. For a child he excelled at fighting, and was known for his wits in a battle, always winning against those he fought in fair fights. Even once he fought off a group of elves attacking one of his friends that was a half elf, at the time he saw nothing wrong with them. That is until he got home that day and was not allowed to step outside again unless it was for a social event, or to see the woman he would be courted to.
Age 20-80 Once Cyuth turned 20 his parents happily sent him off to the city-state of Ilirea. Once in Ilirea, Cyuth learned quickly the ways of the world. Excelling at melee and having a small grasp at magic. From his training with his parents he was much more adapt at mind breaking, then magic and so spent much time doing this instead of practicing his magical skills throughout the years. About halfway through his time in Ilirea he began to open up to a few of his fellow class mates which up until now he had not. Thinking after all that royalty and such should not speak with the lower class. Though he still distanced himself from the humans, he became very close to his fellow elves from Kirtan. And from the age of 50 and up him and his fellow Kirtan’s were like a military organization. Taking everything at them as a group instead of as a single individual. In all there were five of us. Me, the leader of the group, Nolan the groups strength. Blodwen the charm and illusionist, Afiric who was my second in command for his cold and calculating mind, and lastly Ailill. All of us learned each others strengths and weakness and soon all of us were at the top of our class. Sadly when the grand tournament at the end of our years and teaching in Ilirea we lost first place to someone who was more prepared then us, and had set up many traps already that most of the students had fallen into. And so we all went home to Kirtan empty handed, but with each other.
Age 80-280 For the next two hundred years of my life, me and my fellow friends joined up in Kirtans military to repel the Urgals back away from our homes. During this time I received letters from the young woman I was to be courting. On occasion I wrote back, but due to me and my fellows company we hardly ever had time to just sit down and relax. We had vole entered to be the first line of defense for Kirtan, which made us be out in the field often, and not always close to home. Though the few times I did reply they were with the words only an elf could express. Though they were both happy to meet each other from what he could tell he also knew he and Blodwen had both been having small affair together and had come to not only trust one another but to rely on the other as well. It was like this with all of my friends, but especially with her. When she found out I was to be wed to someone, she took it in stride though I knew it hurt her greatly for how close we had been growing up and protecting each other for over 200 years. She taught me how to dance when we had free time, and a few other things that none of the others could do. Though we were all a group, a team we knew it was soon coming to an end, and so we all made a pact to no matter what help each other in times of need. And in time we did. Battle after battle for those long two hundred years, not one of us died. We all looked after each other, working as a team to eliminate our opposition. It was on their way home from their very last day of being in the active military that tragedy struck the group. Just a few miles outside our home we ran into an encampment of kulls. There was no way around them without losing three days time so I made the call to push through at night from their flanks. I have livid with the regret ever since. Everything was going according to plan. We were making our way quickly through the enemy lines without being noticed until one of their scouts finally caught us when we were not looking. He called for backup and soon we were overwhelmed. With our retreat cut off from us, and only able to fight back to back we all formed a tight nit circle and fought with all we had. We made it through the ring of death, and where just getting away when an arrow came from behind and almost took me out. If not for Blodwen’s quickness the arrow would have pierced me through the heart, but since she leapt in front of it, it pierced hers. With a vengeance we all struck out, tearing the kull limb from limb as I tried to carry her back to Kirtan on my shoulders. But we both knew she would not make it. A smile on her face she said to me. “ My Acheron, it was good to have you as my friend, do not forget me.” Blodwen said to me and I kissed her, the first kiss I had ever had even though I was to be married, and said to her after words. “ I will never be able to forget you.” And with that he watched her pass into the unknown. A few hours later he made it back home, he himself had carried her all the way, presenting her body to her parents. Though all his friends were with him as he presented the body, he felt alone. She had always been there for him when he needed her and now she was gone. It was the first loss he had ever had, and it pained him for a long time, until he learned to place his emotions away from his mind.
Age 200 to 355 When I finally came back home my parents threw me right away back into politics. Though I did not enjoy them they took my mind away from the pain of losing Blodwen for a short time. Before I knew it though along with all my other jobs I had to do around the city and the castle, I also now had to make time for courting. I hated the idea, it was to soon after Blodwen’s death in my eyes, but my parents would not hear it. Soon Cyuth was spending more and more time with his bride to be, entertaining her family as well as his own. After a little more then fifty one years of this the wedding day came and him and the woman he grew to care for got married. It was a grand wedding and all of Du Weldenvarden had been invited to it. That same day he also succeeded his parents to the throne. It was a lavish wedding, fit for royalty, even a few were cats had graced him with there appearance. For the next one hundred and forty nine years of their long lives they got to know each other even better, the death of his parents bringing them closer together. When it came to his friends though, they never accepted her in as one of them like they had with Blodwen. His wife was not one of them and could never be for they would never have the same bond as the ones kids growing up did. Each year on the very day all of them would meet up at the place of Blodwen’s death and bring to it masterpieces of art and song. For the whole day and night, nothing disturbed them. It was like a holy day to them, and each year as it cam closer and closer they became more depressed until it had finally passed by. When his wife as well as the other’s asked to join them, each time they denied there wives. Saying it was for them and them alone. Soon though one of his friends went back to Ilirea and became a rider, while the rest stayed behind, never though were they ever late for there yearly meetings in the deep forest. The others had become his advisors, and they had made been good kind rulers, never asking of the people that which they themselves would not do. And because of this, they often lead many of the frontal assaults against the urgals trying to always get into there precious city. Though they were no longer required to serve, each saw it as there duty to make sure no urgal livid in their woods. He despised the creatures more then anything, and often took there horns as trophies of there kills turning them into furniture and clothing for himself. One such thing he made was the symbol of the goddess out where Blodwen had died, that way it would always be remembered. His family life was good. And Cyuth had a happy marriage with his wife, though she would never replace Blodwen in his heart, she had healed the wound that was there for so long. Often they went out walking around the city while he was home, singing and dancing among the normal people of his land.
Age 355-375 For the first time in my life I was happy. On the very day of the blood oath celebration my wife had given birth to my beautiful daughter we named after my lost companion Blodwen. She was the diamond of my eyes, and form her earliest t years of her life I was always there, never missing anything she did. I soon began going out less and less with my military leaders defending our borders like I had for the past four hundred years of my life, and for the first time ever, stood home and did what most nobles did. I ruled a village. My days were spent speaking with my people, and trying to solve their problems the best way I saw I could, though it did not always end happily, me nor my family were ever considered unjust rulers. When I was not serving my people as their ruler I was taking care of my daughter as her father, showing her the world and her showing me her world. Where once I saw only pain and destruction, now I saw hope and love in all things. Every day she livid brought joy to my face, and when she was 10 she sat with me all day while we spoke to our people, helping them as we saw we could. During this time she learned a lot on diplomacy, and I knew that one day she would make a fine ruler. Her mother wished her to be wedded out though and I refused it. Knowing full and well how it was to be denied to be with the person you wished.
At the age of fifteen my little Blodwen was walking around the town helping everyone she could. Even going around playing with the other children. She was so different from me, and yet I loved her so much. Every day she came and brought me lunch while I looked after the peoples needs, settling debates as needed to be. When she was away I had a young boy that was my friends son watch over her, and he told me of how they helped out the locals with gathering water and such. How she was always there when someone needed her. That’s why it broke my heart when I had to tell her on her twentieth birthday that she would be going to see the riders for a time, that they would be training her in magic and the martial arts. She cried for days, and it killed me to see her like this, but I knew it was in her best interest so I called my long time friend who was now a senior rider to come and bring her to ilirea. When she saw him and the his mighty dragon her eyes lit up and she happily went with him. Only after he swore to me though to make sure she was treated as if she were his own.
Age 375-435 For the next 60 years of his life, Acheron stayed close to home. Working more in the palace and less in the battlefield so that when his daughter came home she would have a father to great her. Without him leading the assaults the urgals got closer to their home, but it was the price he had to pay to see his daughter again. It was not until the last five years of her studies in Ilirea that he truthfully began to worry for his daughter. There was talk about war among human and elves over being riders. The elves saying that the humans had no right to be riders, and the humans saying that it was unfit to be looked over by those not of their own race. Among many other things. Negations were still going on, but the longer time went on, the closer to war it came, until only a day after my daughter came home the war broke out.
435-437 As the war broke out my city was one of the first of many strongholds to be targeted by the humans for the simple fact that for years the urgals had been attacking my home of Kirtan. I suppose they assumed that the combine power of the urgals and themselves attacking our walls would break our spirit to fight, but in fact it only made us more determined to purge them from the land. As I was suiting up for a grea tbattle my daughter asked me to not go out and lead the forces, that she had something to show me that would make everything better. But I ignored her and went out anyways telling her that war was no place for a child and to protect her he would have to lead the assult saying the riders had refused to come to there aid. Cyuth had been cursing them to high heaven for weeks now for there absence while men and women died protecting their homes from the invaders. And yet the riders sat idle and did nothing to save them. It was up to the elves to save themselves, now that those in power refused to aid those in need.
For a month Cyuth had been out campaigning against both urgal and human attacks. Neither gave an inch, but nor did they gain any field. Along with me were my childhood friends, and as we led our people nothing stood in our way for long. That is of course until he got a message from the capital that his wife had been murdered by urgals and that his daughter kidnapped. This brought much woe onto the once proud ruler as he once again lost the things that made his heart beat. This time though he would change the outcome. He was to late to save his wife, but his daughter may have still been alive and so he asked his general to lead their army's in his absence to take control of his people, and for a time she did while he searched for his daughter. He found her two years latter tied to a wooden pole in the middle of a human encampment, wearing rags that barely covered her flesh and fresh wounds everywhere on her. With the rage only a father could know he killed all ten human guards and set his daughter free taking her back to there home, Kirtan which itself was falling into ruin because of this war.
When Blodwen awoke in her room a week after being rescued Cyuth was right there with her. “ Kill me father. The pain I have endured over these past two years is unspeakable…and and…” and with that his daughter broke into tears not able to speak of the monstrosities caused to her. For two weeks after this Cyuth only left her bedside to eat, never going far either encase she were to need him. But she never did. There was always a distant light in her eyes as if she were somewhere far away from here. Again Cyuth besieged the riders to step in, and again they refused him. With anger in his heart he had the ambassador beat within an inch of his life. Then he sent the ambassador back to the riders and sent a great deal of his enemies heads back in a bag. The note that came with it followed in the black blood of an urgal. “ For two years you, my supposed brothers and sisters have watched as our women and children die for these humans and have done nothing. Now my own daughter has been the target of their crimes as well as my wife, and you still deny me. You are now the enemy of me riders, and the same shall happen to you as will happen to any urgal or human I meet in battle. You shall be gutted like the yellow bellied worms you are.” And with that Cyuth signed his name and sent the message to the riders, along with the sack containing the heads of all those who had come before the ambassador as a warning.
Then he gave into his daughters wish for he could no longer see her in the pain she was in and granted her a great funeral pyre which she had asked for. He watched the building burn in which she had wished to die in and them were the last tears he ever shed. The world was his battle field now, and anyone not loyal to the queen was his enemy. Kirtan would survive.
Age 437-475 After my daughter death, both my fellow people and I fought with all our hearts to keep both human, and urgals out of our precious city. For years we kept them both at bay, though with great losses due to the humans and their machines. In the end we had to abandon Kirtan. The order came from the top of command so we had to do so, but not without sorrow in our hearts. The letter sent to us said if any of us wished to live because their were just to many humans and urgals for us to fight at the moment. Our once large city of 100,000 people had been brought down to a mere 10,000. In the blink of an eye for us over 90,000 of our people were lost. Many of us did not go far though, staying close to our home and doing raids on enemy patrols every night. Hitting and running before they could even react, minimizing our losses greatly. Me and my people fought for not only those lost to us now but also for the home that had been taken. The children and those who could not fight were sent to safety while the rest of us took up arms. Not once did my people blame any of this on my leadership, we were a family. Everyone had lost in this war, and they knew my heart bleed as theirs. Those 38 years were some of the most violent I had ever seen in my whole life. But each second was worth it as my blade sunk into flesh over and over, getting revenge for all those who died. Even at the end of the war, when talk of the human kings death came to me and the humans were retreating I did not stop and let them retreat, I pursed them like dogs with my people until there was only a few hundred that left the woods with their lives.
Age 475-485 The last ten years of my life have been rung with mystery. A few years after the war ended a werecat came to my town and told me what was lost shall be found. And then left, no where to be found ever again. So I went to Blodwens burial site and dug up her bones, sure enough she was dead. As was my daughter who’s very ashes now littered the forest floor. I had my greatest sages even look at this riddle but not even they could figure it out so I went back to what I did best. War. For five years I joined and led the patrols, leaving the petty bickerments to the nobles to solve while I defended our borders that we had just recently reclaimed. War was what I was good at and war I would become.
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