His life was never all that good. Lies and slander spread to gain power.
His family rising as they plotted to topple others. Simple rumors spread in
the dark, foul breaths carrying sweetened words to tear down their enemies.
They were not a large family, but they spent their time spreading their
roots. Draining the lands slowly over time and suffocating those who did
not see to their path. Some would say there are not noble or just. That
they are horrible, twisted, demented, incorrigible people. They would plant
a smile on their face and shake your hand just to stab you in the back,
climbing further higher up the social status so that they could gain
control. It was slow, but eventually those evil, foul, gangled souled
beings gained their power, after all they are aristocrats.
Forced down his destined path.
Aaus never quite really fit in with his family. He was a little odd,
always spacing out at the more inconvenient of times. This lead to him
being kidnapped by his family's rivals at various points in his life, and
after the seventh kidnapping they sought about teaching him how to defend
himself. They first tried mercenaries, to teach him swordplay, but to no
avail the boy had no grace with the fighting styles that he was being
instructed in.
His family next tried spellcraft. From invokers trying to help the boy to
harness the elements, to the unholy rites of the necromancer. They didn't
seem to stick, but the boy did have a perchance for part of the teachings of
the illusionists and their trickery. He found that it brought a smile to
his face, which was soon punished off of it. His family then brought in a
seedier option. Rogues, those who stuck to the shadows. The issue with
this style of teachings was his hair, such brilliantly blond and adored in
court, was unfitting of the subtlety of the rogues.
Aaus' family were about to give up when they found him praying, dark
whisperings as they seemed to be a glint of power around him. They decided
to feel that it wouldn't hurt to seek after the occult-like shamans to
beseech them to instruct the boy. And he took to their lessons like a fire
to dry grasslands. He enjoyed the teachings, finding a whole new outlook on
life. After such, woe be given to any who attempted to harm the boy.
Description:
Dirty locks of blond hair curl around this male's head. He is young,
that is quite plain to see. He has a slight bit of baby fat left on his
cheeks to give them a soft yet still angular appearance. His nose is sharp
as there seems to be a dusting of freckles upon them. His eyes are a
brilliant green hue with an odd spiral of yellow stretching through the
iris. His mouth is tugged into a slight grin, as if knowing some ancient
secret. His teeth are a brilliant white, perhaps due to something of his
heritage not having any wants. Around his neck, he bears an amulet of a
onyx dragon devouring a white gemstone.
Ceridwel 0 , 0 , 0 . Asus?
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