Post by Lyrt on Jul 24, 2012 0:38:44 GMT -5
Age: 19
Race: Human
Occupation: Disgraced Prince
Allegiance: Fa'ual
Physical Description: At 6'1 he stands above most with a slim build and broad shoulders.
His face is well defined, features prominent with a straight nose and a hard chin.
Honey shaded skin from the sun's fiery kiss, smooth and unblemished from any scarring or marks besides for the dark circles that rim his eyes from a recent lack of rest.
Harsh blue eyes already seem world weary, seeming large under his harsh and heavy set brow.
A scowl is left on his face, the remnant of a child left to grow up too quickly. Lips pressed into a thin tense line and shifty eyes always glancing about.
A thick strip of cloth was bound about his head keeping back a mess of abnormally blue hair sticking up in every direction. Not a shade seen naturally among humans yet common in various shades among his bloodline.
He wears a simple tunic, not of a high quality yet sturdy and durable woven from cotton in a soft blue. Ivory britches and thick leather boots tipped with a plate of thin iron.
Personality: Creus is a loyal dog to those that lay close to his heart. He stops at nothing, going any length that is physically possible and beyond.
His dedication is tossed far beyond the boundaries of common thought and sense. Something just connects inside of him dragging him up by his bootstraps every time he fails.
After the great revolt in his kingdom his heart hardened becoming even more protective of the few who were still about and so cares for his younger sister dearly.
Duty is what he lives and breaths, it is his drive to continue on and bring back his family's name that had been tainted through dishonest means.
History: Fa'ual is a large island that lies to the north west of Alagaesia covered partially in vast forests and flatlands covered in ancient ruins of the lost ages of the past.
Originally the land was according to the tales passed down the homeland of the fey. A race of pure magic, equal to the elves in knowledge and power yet weak against Iron. A single touch of the metal withering the bodies of the ancient creatures to dust.
They fashioned weapons from crystal and bone living in small tribes scattered about killing any other races that entered the land thinking them as weak and among the level of simple beasts.
They lived in peace undisturbed by the world off of their home for centuries until the humans came wielding weapons of iron and slaughtering the fey in cold blood.
Where they came from stays unknown, but they came and made the land their home enslaving the remaining of the fairy kind.
Their leader became known as The First Warriour King, his name Randit Vounael uniting his people into the country of Fa'ual and taking a fairy as his mate killing the creature once it bore him two healthy children both with hair like the sky.
They followed the old religion of the spirits, ironically similar to that of the fey. In each generation there would be two children of importance born. The firstborn was designated to carry on the royal line, and the next was to be the communicator for the spirits. A bridge between the immortal beings and the mortal humans.
So life continued on for centuries upon end the blood of the fairies growing thinner and thinner with each generation while the unique shade of hair stayed dominant in every generation.
By the time Creus was born there was not a single one of the Fey left living in the country it being four hundred and fifty eight years since the human invasion now known as The Night of Crimson Rain.
As the firstborn he was the crown prince, Heir of Barion Randit Vounael III and meant to continue on with the legacy left before him. He was surrounded by people constantly spending all of his time training tirelessly for the purpose given to him.
The kingdom was in a golden age, no poverty, no war, no famine, no disease. No impending catastrophe to speak of, the land was content and so were the people.
Yet suddenly the people rose up in rage to an unknown cause attacking the palace with a murderous intent. It was a frenzy everyone screaming and shouting in and guards at a loss what to do.
Creus was forced to flee the capitol with a handful of royal guards that survived the initial attack. They headed to the harbor in secret, meeting up with his sister and a few other guards.
They were herded onto a ship, heading somewhere unknown to them all. He hated the idea of leaving, not standing and fighting, not trying to understand the reason that the people were so enraged. Yet there was little he could do otherwise for by the time he had caught his breath and his mind had calmed the home he knew was a spec in the distance.
His parents were murdered by their own people, and he was fleeing in disgrace. The illusion of his future was shattered in mere hours and a wide expanse of the unknown was left in its place.
The boat sailed for days on end heading for Sanre a country in the south that they had good relations with for many years.
A terrible storm came upon them suddenly a few weeks into the trip, the seas tossing the boat about like a toy and flipping it over adding to the misfortunes of the disgraced prince.
So he awoke on the beach of an unknown land his precious sister nowhere in sight among the various bodies that had washed up along the shore.
He scrambled to his feet in a hurry running up and down the shore checking the bodies for life and searching for his sister. They were dead, the bodies bloated, taken to a watery grave and the young lass was not among them.
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