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* Hiroki nakamura.

MAIN ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : 25 ◆ sexuality: bisexual ◆ species : gifted human ◆ role : King of Abarith ◆ gift: Molecular Combustion (emotion triggered), control over Nature and Time, Astral Projection (hasn't learned to control).

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏHiroki has a strong desire for success and money as he was taught by his parents. He is a lover of nature and believes that as long as his people are happy he is too. He is self sufficient and strives for material success and power, though not to the point his father did. He has a strong 'business' sense and is fairly decent at talking his way around or out of a problem. Being raised to be a King he has strong organizational abilities, and is fairly decent at managing what Abarith needs, unless it comes to paperwork.He isn't very intuitive but he has a reservoir of inspired wisdom combined with inherited analytical abilities, which tend to show through leadership. Unlike the beliefs his country was built on though he lacks a spiritual identity and connection with the Gods. Hiroki doesn't handle stress very well and in his position as King that tends to become his downfall when his stress causes anger and gets in the way.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏHiroki was instantly born High in the Hierarchy of Abarith, not just because he was the son of the King and Queen but because of the abilities he inherited. Usually, outside of the Royal family, a person is only born with one ability but the Royal family are usually gifted with three total. Hiroki's father was a wielder of Fire Magic along with Molecular Combustion and the ability to summon inanimate objects into one's hand at will. Hiroki's mother had control over Nature, Empathy and the ability to sense ones Aura.From them Hiroki gained Molecular Combustion, control over Nature and Astral Projection. Though the last power wasn't considered high up on the chains he did make a headway with the two gifts he inherited from his parents, making him a candidate for King and the one who would eventually inherit it should his parents not have any other kids.Hiroki's father was a tyrant that held the reigns of Abarith with a grip hard enough to choke it. Over the years of growing and studying under his father, he watched him use the soldiers like cattle and care little for the state and wellbeing of the people. It's suspected though not proven that his father even poisoned his mother out of fear that she was conspiring against him with the other women in the court. Hiroki lost his mother at only thirteen, a blow that truly caused him to open his eyes to his father's personality.After his father passed away from undetermined reasons, he took the throne at sixteen. Still new to the position Hiroki wasn't the best, it took a while before he eventually managed to maintain and run his position efficiently. Regardless of his faults his loving exterior personality was what won the people over, caring more for them and his country than for himself.Though the persona he did show to them was true running a country was far from what Hiroki expected it to be. The job was stressful and weighed heavily on him, causing his patients to grow thinner and thinner as he aged. From the stress Hiroki developed a short temper that tended to put some distance between himself the those he was supposed to trust to help him run everything... and at some days it almost seemed like he ran it alone.Despite everything though the country did prosper with him in control, they managed to claim a bit more land to their right and a small forest that Hiroki set up a law to be preserved and protected. Though it wasn't much it did allow for new materials which was something that the country was in grave need of. He wanted to set up relationships with some nations but knew such a thing would be hard to do with no connects previously existing.At the current age of 25, the country has reached a 'golden age' and with the people excited for this new advancement Hiroki decided now would be a good time to focus on advancing them in what they lacked, the main one being basic education. With the country focused so much on magic and their army it left little room for a standard education and knowledge was one of the most important gifts.Hiroki loves his country more than anything and desires to protect it above all else as King.

* Luka reid.

SECONDARY ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : 25 ◆ sexuality: he really doesn't care ◆ species : vampire ◆ role : high vampire on the King's Court ◆ gift: vampire + ice magic

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏLuka can be cold, distant and closed off to everyone new. He doesn't enjoy meeting new people, especially if they're another Vampire, and struggles with holding casual conversations. Due to being manipulated and controlled by his father, he has a great desire to have personal independence. He doesn't take kindly to other people attempting to control him. This includes Hiroki, even though they're childhood friends.As someone whose constantly on the move and oversees the other Vampires in Abarith, he tends to rather focus on large, important issues, and delegate the details. He htes change but enjoys adventure, and exploration. Luka is dynamic, visionary and versatile, able to make constructive use of freedom. He hates being restricted by rules and conventions and tends to be pessimistic, intelligent, and tends to have a hard time making friends. He is also restless, tidy, and rebellious, especially against other vampires.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏLuka was born to the Pureblood Vampires John Reid and Lacina Reid. John was a Pureblood that had been around since the dawn of Abarith’s new age, born under his own father who found himself hunted and staked by the humans who came searching for the supernatural creatures. John was always a rather kind man at first, someone who truly adored his wife and his son Luka. Who held his place in society within Abarith with a grace and elegance, the same one that he instilled upon his son.Pureblooded Vampires age a lot slower than humans, they spend more of their time younger until a certain point where their bodies stop growing entirely. By his hundredth year on Earth, Luka would appear no more than ten, and at two hundred he looks around twenty and will no longer age.His mother, Lacina, was the previous head of the Coven in Abarith, serving on the previous King’s Court as keeper of the Vampires. She instilled a desire for love and cooperation within the Vampires and was highly loved. She also was the best friend to the Head Witch, Evelynn Cross. Luka had spent a lot of time with her at the Castle, learning along with Hiroki, Amir and Wyatt how to act like the nobility that the boys were.Luka never liked rules, or learning what they all had dubbed rather pointless things. But his mother had been teaching for a long time how proper ediate was important for people of their standing, especially Purebloods. So though he never cared much for it he put the same amount of determination and effort into his studies as he did everything else his mother taught him.After the death of Evelynn Cross the Vampires found themselves the subject of hatred and resentment, being blamed for the woman’s death as the crime scene painted it like a Vampire attack. Tensions before that had been rather high, Abarith becoming tired of the cruel reign of their King. One night the Reid family home found itself set on fire, with both Lacina and Luka inside. Luka, still only a child, had done his best to attempt to save his mother but the woman being the target of the fire was far lost to the hellish blazes. His father, having returned home, saved his son but lost his wife.John was never the same after that.Luka spent his remaining years watching his father deteriorate in sanity, create the perfect blood tables ( Reid Pharmaceuticals ) to substitute Vampires thirst but at a price that no one realizes. His father even kidnapped a child, experimented on him, and then turned him to become the perfect sired vampire that would follow his word without hesitation. Luka keeps his mouth shut, keeps his distance from his father and focuses on attempting to keep the Vampires in check and clean up their messes.Tension between the Witch Coven and the Vampire’s is still high, even after all these years, and the two districts avoid each other like a plague. The Vampire’s can be petty, will start fights, and Luka doesn’t hesitate to put them in their place.He doesn’t like being Court Head Vampire however.

* Wyatt cross.

REQUEST ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : HE LIES (20s) ◆ sexuality: bisexual ◆ species : witch ◆ role : patriarch to a dead coven & chairman of the black market & owner of Starlight Bar ◆ gift: witch + empath

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏGrowing up as an empath that runs the black market has taught Wyatt to hide his own true feelings behind a stoic mask of a business man. He has seen and felt what feelings do to others, how they destroy them, and doesn’t desire to have that done to himself. Beneath what he hides Wyatt isn’t all that cold, he enjoys power but doesn’t crave it, and though well off in a leadership position, he prefer to watch from the sides rather than guide people—he just has a natural talent for the later.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏWyatt grew up in a very loving home, with several siblings and kind parents. His mother was the Coven Leader and the Head Witch on Gaito Nakamura's court. His mother was a loving and gentle woman, powerful and prideful, where his father was a warm and playful man, a stay at home father who cared to his children with a large heart. Wyatt grew up feeling loved with his mother helping him to cultivate his Empathic ability so he could give love in turn. So he could tell the difference between his emotions and others.--"Your ability is a gift, Wyatt, not something to fear."When Wyatt was just ten his entire family was murdered while he hid beneath the floorboards in a trap cellar. He heard his mother beg for the people to spare her children and his father try to risk his own life to save them, only to end up slaughtered like the rest of them. His siblings were taken by the people and the older ones were killed why the younger were tied up.Though he tried to stay quiet as an empath Wyatt was able to feel his families pain and feel their fear, something that proved to be far to much for his little mind to handle. His own cries of fear and sorrow were enough to give away his location to the intruders and after being dragged out of the cellar he was tied up with the rest of his siblings and dragged off to what would be his first introduction to the black market.Wyatt grew up being passed around though the market, sold again and again either to Vampires who wanted him as a blood bag or to someone else that wanted a slave for work. Through his exchanges, his disgust and hated for the people of the world started to set in him and he started to get a grip on his own abilities—which he decided to use for his own personal gain. He started with the lesser people, focusing in on their emotions and what they felt toward their coworkers. Anger, unfairness, petty jealousy, emotions that when turned on someone proved to be quite self destructive.By turning the people onto each other Wyatt was able to take out the entire market from the inside, men murdering men out of the emotions they felt and though the ashes rose up their new King, a teenager of just sixteen who knew the market far better than anyone else. After he seized control of it he started his own little alcohol business, the main purpose being to run a Bar, the "Starlight". The funds he got from the Black Market was run through the funds of Starlight to hide the income.Wyatt turned the Black Market into something more profitable and less horrifying. Ensuring the destruction of the Slave Ring and any other horrifying inhumane practices. He does do buisness with John Reid through it though.

* Amir samaha.

HIATUS ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : 25 ◆ sexuality: (closeted) Homosexual easily flustered by cute men ◆ species : mage ◆ role : heir to the samaha coven & high mage in the King's Court ◆ gift: mage / specializes in Pyro magic

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏOn top of being great at sorting things out and giving advice, he is an excellent fighter. But this was not always the case. It was because of Hiroki’s strong belief in him that he trained hard enough to actually become something. He is dutiful, kind, and courteous to Hiroki when speaking to them. He has an undying loyalty towards him to the point he would give his own life in order to protect him.However, around others he can be rather unsociable, speaking very rudely and bluntly to them. He can be petty, enough so that he becomes upset at Satoru’s abilities to read Arcane books better than him has resulted in a sort of one sided rivalry that Satoru wants no part of. Nonetheless, he still helps others when needed as part of his duty as the High Mage of Abarith. Due to conditioned believes raised from his mother, he has conflicting opinions on half-breeds and humans. And because of her purist intense beliefs, he's deeply in the closet over his sexuality.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏAmir was born into power, his mother being the previous High Mage of the court and his father a pureblooded Mage from another country. He was loved deeply but his parents predigest toward half-breeds and humans over the years started to wear down on Amir and instill in him a conflicting hated for their kind. This was worse especially during the darker unrest periods under the previous King's reign, where humans would turn on the mythical creatures simply for what they were. If they weren’t going to be kind he figured what was the point in trying to be kind himself toward them? There simply wasn’t a point.He was born and raised in the castle along side Hiroki, Wyatt and Luka the four of them being childhood friends. He was taught everything he would need to eventually replace his mother, who had overbearing expectations of him. To the point of often sending Amir to tears over not being enough for her. He adored Hiroki, the little Prince becoming his best friend as the boy cheered and encouraged him to become a real part of the court, to stop putting off everything and focus more on his training because he had potential, regardless of what his mother thought.He was never a good study, didn't want to be with all the pressure of his family to be perfect, and never had the determination to really study Arcane Magic. But with the push from the little Prince that he admired, he took hold of that belief and really decided to focus to become something. It wasn’t easy, Arcane magic was wild and uncontrollable, so much could go wrong when using it, and because of that Amir ended up with cuts and burns all over his hands and started to use magic infused gloves.The first book he managed to concur was dark fire based magic, and it quickly became his favorite to use but he still pushed himself to climb up farther in ranks and use high level books. They were harder and nearly tore him apart sometimes, but Amir never gave up, determined to learn every book he could despite how hard they were—and even now he’s still studying them, taking books from Satoru’s library and showing the cryptic library freak that he could become even better than him.He doesn’t leave the castle often, he tries to go home even less. His mother will make the trip to the Castle to see him, and suggest a few marriage candidates so that she can finally have grandchildren and another heir in the family. Amir doesn't have the courage or strength to tell her his preferences. He's easily flustered around people he finds attractive.

* Akira senju.

REQUEST ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : 21 ◆ sexuality: Bisexual ◆ species : gifted human ◆ role : The King's Advisor ◆ gift:  Lie Detector / growing ability to read minds

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏBorn believing he was human without a gift Akira has a strong attachment to the broken down half of Abarith and the humans who live in it. He wishes to make things better for them, to create a place that was what his mother dreamed of. Aside from being passionate Akira tends to have a short temper and stiff personality. He’s dedicated to what he does and puts 110% into it, sometimes for days without even realizing he hasn’t ate, slept or drank anything.He over works himself to a breaking point, never quits even when he’s done, he simply moves from one job to the other and puts himself in it again. He knows he winds himself up tightly and yet despite that he doesn’t even attempt to take a break and relax. He blames himself for anything that goes wrong, and even for the death of his mother. The desire to not become a failure is what pushes him to work so much.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏAkira was born into the lower parts of Abarith, lack of abilities of his parents at the time not enough to consider them Noble or even moderate class. They were utterly mundane. Akira, however, being so aware of people lying to him made growing up quite difficult, often pushing people away unintentionally. He was consider a know it all annoying and a problem because he kept correcting people every time they lied. His power pushed his friends away, broke people up and even made his parents divorce when he outed his father for cheating on his mother.Regardless of it all though his family loved him. His mother cherished him like he was the most precious gift in the world and spoiled him with books and scrolls to read. Through the knowledge she gifted him with Akira became a sort of book on his own, studying and reading the items he had to the point where he could memorize them and they started to fall apart.When he got older and was forced to attend the academy, Akira learned to harness and turn his Gift off as well as advance it enough that he could partly read peoples minds. Though it isn’t something he can do easily with the amount of power it takes him to do it. While being in the Academy his mother grew ill, a sickness she didn't have medicine for. She passed away despite Akira doing everything he could to take care of her when she was ill.After graduating from the academy he set his eyes on the Castle and started to work his way up the chain, starting small at the lower parts of it and eventually ascending to actually being in the main part of the Castle. It was there, at the age of Eighteen that Hiroki found and learned of his Gift, considering it useful for a person in his position as his Advisor.Akira never imagined that he would work right along side the King, he only wanted to be considered better than what he was and now he was the person everyone went to when they needed Hiroki. He was important and consulted constantly. He was useful and never far away from the King’s side—and he loved every moment of it.Akira started off walking on eggshells around the King, but when the other started to test and play with him—Akira started to do the same in return. His favorite thing to do is give cryptic answers and watch Hiroki grow flustered and annoyed in trying to figure them out.As the Advisor Akira’s job is to record everything that occurs at the meetings in the Throne room and carry out Hiroki's orders in Abarith.

* satoru matsuki.

PRIMARY ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : 130 ◆ sexuality: pansexual ◆ species : gifted elf ◆ role : The academy chairman & Librarian Archivist ◆ gift:  Elf + "A sponge" - through anything he touches he gains it’s knowledge, including memories.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏAs a teacher Satoru is a very loving and caring person. However he does know he tends to be hard on his students, when he needs to be or else they would never progress any further in their studies. He tries to rule the classroom with a strength that also declares it’s a safe environment that he is in charge of. Satoru is a very respectful person, he tries to not look down on anyone else regardless of their status knowing how hard it is to work your way higher up the chain.He has a very large reservoir of inspired wisdom that works well with his gift, which allowed him to build the school. Satoru tends to put off a lot of things and is often found sleeping in the library, buried under books he was reading or persuing through. He puts logic first beore all else, needing full proof of a fact instead of just believing in something. Because of this he tends to have a lack of faith and doesn't believing in wishing for something to happen. Wishing doesn't do anything, it's better to simply do it yourself.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏSatoru was born to the General of the Abarith army (a man with the gift to turn any gun he touched into a weapon that shot balls of fire) and his wife (a noble woman with the power of Mind Control). With such a pure combination of blood and powers great things were already expected of Satoru before he was even brought into the world—and after his arrival he did not disappoint them. Satoru showed from a young age his gift in intelligence, advancing far quicker than any normal child his age and knowing things he shouldn’t or hadn’t even been taught.Simply by the age of twelve he was already helping his father in the training of his soldiers and reading books that no normal child would even find interesting. But—such a price for intelligence did have it’s downfall. To keep him preserved Satoru was isolated from the others kids almost like the oracles of old. Because of this his social growth was rather stunted which made him rather awkward around people when he actually got let out.People did fear him and Satoru was unable to make friends, simply because his parents didn’t wish him to have them. Friends were seen as a distraction something unnecessary when there was so much that he could have to offer the world. Knowledge was good, but it was also an increasingly lonely thing the child discovered. At this point Satoru already knew his childhood was long gone, almost like a fleeting existence that he never got to experience, yet still longed for.When he was old enough to decide a future for himself, Satoru realized he wanted to spread his intellect onto others and make sure that child who were born similar to himself still got the chance to experience their childhood. He wanted the other kids to realize that by focusing so deeply on themselves what it was they would miss out on. Though he knew he would be disappointing his parents, the people he worked his entire life to please, Satoru opened up the first Academy of Abarith.The Academy was for anyone with a gift and was free to enter for basic education. To get into the higher classes, magic classes included, an entrance exam needed to be taken and paid for. Satoru was both the headmaster and the advanced magic teacher, it kept him busy and oddly enough—he felt happy teaching. Watching the kids he raised and taught grow over the years was nearly like watching his own children. To see them smile and enjoy their accomplishments was incredibly satisfying to him, and Satoru loved it.Since his gift is activated through touch, Satoru wears gloves constantly and avoids any sort of skin contact. He doesn't like to be touched and dodges people who attempt rather well. He can't control the activation of his ability, and he's learned it angers, irritates and makes people uncomfortable when he accidentally sees their memories.

* CASIMIR rose.

REQUEST ◆ pronouns : changes with appearence (he/she) ◆ age : approxamately 50 (appears late 20's) ◆ sexuality: Whoever gives them attention ◆ species : half-human/half-incubus ◆ role : Professor at Alutora Academy & Satoru's Assistant ◆ gift:  incubus.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏCasimir is a very smiley person, even when he doesn't want to they'll force a smile onto their face so that they can keep from making themselves sad or someone else. Typically a very happy person though he manages to keep a good and playful mood, even trying to brighten someone who seems to carry an air of despair around them. Being an incubus they don't like to be around people who carry negative emotions and if they have to be they'll try to cheer the person up.Bright emotions are what they like to feed off of, what makes them feel good but he doesn't feed until the last possible second when he has to. Casimir is coming to terms with what he is, but doesn't care for talking about it even if the subject is brought up. Despite this though he knows not feeding will end up killing him and thus, chooses to do so only when it becomes far to painful to keep from doing it. He'd learned, from Luka, that starving was a far more painful processes than living.
ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏCasimir was born to a completely normal human mother and a father he never met though was told frequent stories about them when he was younger. According to his mother, he was just some man she picked up at a bar that showed her a rather good time. His mother, having been fairly young to have a child, was rather unprepared to bring a new life into this world. Her home was to small, she didn’t have the spare funds to do it, or the support system one would require when raising a child.Despite this, Casimir’s mother gave everything she had to take care of him. To raise him despite the odds being against her. She was just a human woman who didn’t quite understand all the hardships that came to Casimir, all the ways in wish he was different. Casimir was drawn to happy emotions, to people, to hugging anyone even if they were a stranger. Though cute when someone is little, it quickly turns malicious when he gets bigger. Weirder when he’s ten and kissing other children.Often scolded and disciplined for his overly friendly personality, for the affection he threw around so freely, Casimir tried to stop from touching anyone without their permission. This quickly grew dangerous when he grew hungry, but was sated off enough by attention from his mother. The warm hugs, the kisses to his forehead, the loving affection. Despite the cruel things people said to him, or the way they attacked her for her parenting, she still loved him unconditionally.At twelve he lost his mother to a sickness that swept through the town, taking quite a few human villagers. His tiny heart broken, his world shattered, he found himself picked up by Satoru and brought to the Academy. As a ward of Alutora and Satoru, he trained closely under the Headmaster, admiring him almost as a father figure but the closest thing he had to as a friend as well.Casimir studied hard to understand what he was but also how to gain control. For a very long period of time in his early years he absolutely detested what he was and though part of that hatred and frustration carried over later in life–he’s grown somewhat to accept it. He understands he can’t change what he is and the town Vampire, Luka, had taken the time to sit down and explain what happens when people like them decide to not feed. Starving is worse than living, starving and hurting someone is worse than just feeding.At this point in his life Casimir teaches at Alutora. His primary class is History and Emotional Stability. He also holds a reading circle for the younger children in the library every morning before lunch.Casimir’s favorite place is Starlight, it’s easy to find people to feed from there.Abilities;Teleporting: Akin to ‘blinking’. A simple spell that works better if they’ve visited/seen the place before. Most demons are able to use this. (doesn't have full control)Emotional Drain; (through touch) feeding on the emotions of another person (usually done by children). It's not filling for an adult and an adult would still need to feed and it only works on strong emotions. Emotion drain causes no harm to the human/ provider.Feeding; The actual sin. The Incubus feeds off the life energy of others (typically given through sexual acts). Kisses, while gives a little, doesn't sustain their hunger for long. Different types of sexual acts gives them certain amounts of sustenance.Obsession; Kisses can be like a drug with just a little bit of power. If he wants to he can make someone be completely dependent on him and mindless, an unbreakable bond that only he can break. The human will feel that they could never live without him. He can't quite control this yet and has accidentally done it before.

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𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑿 Eric.

PRIMARY ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : immortal ◆ sexuality: he really doesn't care ◆ species : the original monster ◆ role : owner of the desert ghost manor ◆ gift: a part of Artemis. Also called 'Life Stitcher' by him.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏEric is a quite and reserved person who likes to keep to himself. He holds a lot of pride at what he is and does tend to favorite supernatural creatures over mortals. He doesn’t care much for small talk and actually grows annoyed when people try to fill the quite with it. He likes the quite, it helps him think and keep concentrated and control over all the chaotic power running loose inside his body. If you annoy him he won’t hesitate to tell you and if the problem continues he might just find a way to shut you up.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏEric is a part of Artemis and the first real monster ever created by his father. He was a test to see the extent at which he could make things alive and the result was a creature with far to much power to control and far to many weaknesses. He was essentially the reason Vampires, Ghouls, Werewolves became beings all on their own as it was to much to crush down into a single being. Exactly how many monsters are within him, even he doesn’t know and the only true person with the answer to that is Artemis who isn’t in a state to be overly helpful.He is nearly as old as Artemis himself is and has migrated over the years to keep himself in solitude and away from others. However for the last few hundred years he has taken up residence in a manor at the edge of Abarith, past even the hidden town and the prison. The manor is particularly hard to find but occasionally the wayward traveler will find his way there and to something he most certainly wasn’t looking for.He goes by Eric since his name is nearly unpronounceable to most. As the owner of the manor the only other being in it refers to him as ‘master’ and keeps the entire place running. Eric spends most his days upstairs in the small lounge where reads or plays chess. Eric has fairly good control over his abilities since he's had millenniums to learn and understand them. It’s very rare that he manages to lose control and most the time he does it’s around piles of blood that trigger the ‘blood lust’ in him that’s overpowering with the amount of blood craving monsters crammed inside of him.
He doesn’t need to drink blood or eat human flesh to survive but the craving for it is still something that crawls beneath his skin. He doesn’t detest what he is, or even Artemis for creating him, nor does he hate himself for being this way. Eric actually has a fair bit amount of pride for what he is and the things he can do, the only part of it that he detests at all is his inability to control himself around certain things.Eric is Artemis’ favorite person in the world and if the God can’t be found it’s more than likely he had taken to bothering Eric. Eric himself holds a great deal of love and respect for the God, and a great deal of hatred for what he had to become. Eric often refers to Artemis as father seeing as the God had been the person to create and raise him as if he was his own child. He does fear to some degree the thing Artemis has become.Being what he is Eric holds a great deal of information on other supernatural beings, he’s nearly a walking encyclopedia of information about them. He doesn’t mind helping others so long as they have a good reason for wanting the information; he won’t give it away to those who desire to hurt the creatures.

zero.

SECONDARY ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : immortal ◆ sexuality: pretty people ◆ species : the doll ◆ role : servant to eric ◆ gift: Doll. He can take himself apart and literally put himself back together. "Emotional manipulation", he can push feelings into people or heighten what they're already feeling. (Does not work on Eric & Artemis)

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏBeing a fairly cheerful person he uses that to keep people feeling ‘relaxed’ around him so they will willingly follow him home. He likes cleaning and taking care of his ‘Master’ and feel bad for the days where he is to sick or tired to move and the house and his master end up not being tended to. Despite how comfortable be has grown in his own skin he still feels self-conscious about all the things ‘wrong’ with it and is afraid that because half his heart hates him he’ll end up being killed by it.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏZero was Eric’s first and only attempt at creating a person to live with him inside the manor. Zero didn’t turn out quite right considering he was Eric’s first attempt and on several occasions he nearly died. Since Eric can’t create full beings like Artemis, Zero was born missing several organs and things vital to human survival that needed to be scavenged from innocent people that ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time. His left eye (a bright red) was stolen from a nearby Vampire and a few of his organs were taken from a ghouls inside Yasahiro’s asylum. His right arm and left leg were scavenged from a traveler and half his heart was taken from a witch.Despite all odds Zero did survive and has several stitching marks on his body from when Eric had to put him together like a puppet. He tends to wear bandages to hide all the marks along with long sleeved garments. He now, willingly, serves the manor as it’s caretaker and even lures in people to feed his master, despite the fact Eric doesn’t like that. Zero knows that if they let the blood lust run for to long it might not just be one innocent person that gets hurt.Zero cares for his master greatly and is quite protective of the man, they've formed a bond born from years of being together and Zero feels a great deal of dedication to him. Zero tries his best to get Eric to open up, to let more people in, but attempts at it don't exactly work.Because of all the organs and mix of blood running through his system Zero does have magic that is not his own. The witches magic isn’t overly fond of him so he tends to be unable to control it despite how hard he might try to. His left eye also allows him to see through a persons skin to their veins, bones and organs but doing so drains the ‘witches’ magic and makes him tired. He mostly tries to use the magic to keep the eye looking ‘normal’.Due to half the heart not being his own and fightening against his body, Zero has both an irregular heartbeat and a weak heart. Emotional strain and physical exertion can cause him to have several problems and even pass out. Eric keeps a close monitor on Zero and his heart, often demanding he take days of rest.

𝚅𝚄𝚁𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙷 ARTEMIS.

REQUEST ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : immortal ◆ sexuality: asexual / panromantic ◆ species : the god of creation ◆ role : god ◆ gift: God of Creation & dark energy.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏArtemis has two personalities from the split of his soul, depending on the form he appears in depends on what he'll be. Either as himself, or as the compressed child form. For the most part, God Artemis, is a very carefree person, he's caring if a bit lonely, a true mirror of his ability. A person who can create any life but has very few people actually around him. He spends most his time in the manor, in his room when in this form. Rather more a shut in, expecting himself to keep his abilities controlled and therefore not a danger to anyone.The other half of Artemis, the child, is the half that intentionally attacks people with the intent to harm. What starts out as pranks turn more cruel and sickening as he isn’t satisfied until the other person bleeds. This side of him uses cruel words and manipulates people to get his way. He’s childish and abusive, and if the other person goes against his wishes he becomes even harder on them, demanding they play his games and even entraping them if he has to.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏThe Tragic Tale of the Lonliest God of Creation.
A study in isolation, betrayal, emotional abuse and heartbreak.Artemis is one of the seven pillars that uphold the religion in Abarith. He is the youngest of the other sixth, the seventh pillar, and the God of Creation for supernatural and gifted beings. He is also the father to Vercingetorix (Eric) and indirectly the Grandfather to Zero though he will admittedly refuse that the ‘doll’ is family.In the Upper Realm where the Gods and Goddesses that created the mundane realm exist, Artemis was rather unique around him. His gift wasn't quite the same as the others, and the things he created at first were rather creepy and unsettling for the others around him. As a result, it made him rather shunned from his siblings, a fracture growing around them from the very beginning that only continued to deepen through time.Due to the extreme isolation he felt, Artemis started to teter with the idea of making other things. More than the shadows, the blobs, the twisted monsters that unsettled others. He figured, if he had this power and he looked fairly normal--whatever he could create would too. Artemis took a piece of his soul, a fraction of his energy and magic, and fed it into one of the monsters that he created. He stitched and sowed, weaved life into his power. The creation grew, beat with a real heart that thumped in time with his own-and it created Vercingetorix.Eric wasn't liked anymore than Artemis was. He clung to Artemis fearful of the others, worried about what they might do. Artemis raised Eric with love and devotion, happiness and hope. But he wasn't like them. Eric wasn't a god, he was created like the other things in the world. So it was only a matter of time before his siblings decided he couldn't continue to live amongst them. He had to live with the mundanes.Having Eric ripped from him and cast aside, even if he was now an adult was the hardest thing he's had to endure yet. The hatred and anger grew inside him like a parasite, a twisting knife that was swallowing him up. With that anger his creations grew more violent, grew more spiteful with him. There was no way out of the Upper Realm, not without breaking the barrier and trying to do that was not only reckless but stupid.He asked himself; what did he have left though?Artemis, one fateful day, released everything he's created on their home and sent his monsters after his siblings. The Upper Realm was ravished in chaos, pain and destruction and he turned his energy on the barrier between the two realms. Though it's unsure if he overestimated himself or underestimated the power of the seal--the backlash he suffered magically from the force was quite traumatic.The spiritual energy attacked his own darker magic, which in turn twisted around to attack him. The combination of energy though broke the barrier, split his own soul in half. As he fell to the mundane world his monsters fell with him, releasing the supernatural on the unsuspecting mortals who lived there.The first supernatural war broke out and Artemis picked up the pieces of his broken self, twisted and split in two. Half his soul trapped in that place of anger, resentment and hated. Of himself, his creations, and his siblings. The other half the gentle and carring person that just wanted to make something that would love him.Artemis is in a constant state of attempting to balance himself.When his magic or his emotions run to high, he loses control and that's when the the darker half comes out to torment people.When he gets like that the only real person he'll listen to is Eric. There's no one he trusts more than his son.Artemis’ true name is Vurphoadith.

Adriel .

HIATUS ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : undisclosed thousands / appears late 20's early 30's ◆ sexuality: pansexual ◆ species : angel of fate ◆ family: Nethroas God of Fate (Father), Celestial Angel Eve (Mother) / Vercingetorix (Eric) Cousin, Vurphoadith (Artemis) Uncle, Zero (Cousin) ◆ gift: Angel of fate, he can see someone's soul, their aura, and touch it. Adriel is able to physically interact with and read a soul by literally placing their hands inside a person's chest. However, the process is an painful experience for the them and could leave a person with physical and mental damage. They can also use the soul as a source of energy, but the pain is even greater for the person, and there is the risk of an explosion if he is not careful..

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏAdriel is someone who doesn't understand humor well. He takes things very seriously, is rather kind hearted and just wants to help those that he can. Being that he can see people's auras and what kind of person they are, he tends to keep to himself, not trusting anyone who even remotely seems questionable. He finds the innocence of children warming and the curelness of other's depressing. He wants to see the world as a bright place, but isn't convinced it can always be one. Still, he finds himself always drawn toward helping.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏAbandoned by Nethroas he was raised in the mortal realm by his mother for the majority of his life. Adriel never had to question what he was, being raised by someone who understood it and taught him how to handle what he was. Adriel could see, even from an infant, the Auras that other people gave off and was always enraptured by his mother’s own pure one. Something that didn’t prepare him for the vast amount of different kinds and people he’d meet outside of their little home.Adriel was not prepared for how cruel and demeaning even other children could be. The first time he was hit in the head with a ball instead of being offered to play was rather startling for him. The first time an adult yelled at him just because they wanted to and didn’t like children was terrifying. People–came in all shapes, sizes, colors, and you could never be sure who you would encounter.But Adriel could.He could see the colors people were. Could see what he expected them to be. Could know how to avoid them. And he tried. Till his mother sat him down and explained he couldn’t avoid everyone forever. He couldn’t run from anyone slightly darker. Couldn’t ignore someone’s pain and suffering because he didn’t like the color that they gave off. So Adriel tried harder, tried to help the people that were even cruel. He offered help where allowed, where it was possible to. Healed those that it wouldn’t harm the balance of the world or carry heavy objects for the neighbor. He tried, no matter how people treated him.Then Adriel’s father came knocking.Adriel’s father, The God of Fate and Beginning, was a tall man with a dark gray aura. Gray represents a meeting place between darker, heavy energy and lighter, positive energy. A balance. But there was darkness floating in his. Like he was descending into darkness. He wasn’t entirely good, he wasn’t entirely bad, and he was getting worse. Nethroas gave him a task, to collect a soul from a dying woman.Simple. Easy. A task for a reaper normally but Nethroas wanted to keep this soul. There’s many reasons one can want a soul, he doesn’t question it though. They’re already dead, what’s the harm? Surely he won’t prevent it from entering the reincarnation cycle. So he collects the soul, from a noble’s home, the daughter of some man. He takes the soul to Nethroas. And then a few decades later he asks for another.And another.And another.Till he’s collecting souls every few years, sometimes multiple times, and he doesn’t know why. The first time he needed to kill someone to take the soul he started to question it a bit more, but when he tried to tell the man no–he had his wing clipped. Just enough to hurt, enough it grew back, a threat.Adriel picked himself up and kept doing, doing what he was told. It’s easier to obey than to try and stand up to someone bigger and stronger than you.

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toshiro kobayashi.

PRIMARY ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : 20 ◆ sexuality: believes in true mates ◆ species : born werewolf ◆ role : leader of the Abarith Pack / Protector of the Great Forest / Court member for the Woodland Creatures ◆ gift: Born Werewolf

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏToshiro always likes to have an impact on his immediate surroundings – and the best way to spot him at a party is to look for the whirling of people flitting about him as he moves from group to group. Laughing and entertaining with a blunt and earthy humor, he loves to be the center of attention. He’s incredibly cheerful and tends to draw people to him from his outgoingness, and loves to try and push people to do new things.He's a very practical thinker, believing in action above all else. He'll throw himself headfirst at a problem before thinking it through however, a trait of a Werewolf. Toshiro keeps conversation energetic, with a good dose of intelligence, but he likes to talk about what he can do – or better yet, just go out and do it so long as it benefits his pack. Toshiro leaps before he looks, fixing his mistakes as he goes, rather than sitting idle and worrying about them as they are.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏToshiro was born from the last Alpha of the pack and an unknown woman, the older people in the pack have told him his mother was a passing omega woman who had an affair with his father before leaving after he was born. He doesn’t let it bother him to much, preferring to focus on the family he does have and grew up with who cherished and guided him. Including his father who taught him how to hunt and lead the pack through the forest that was florishing because of the new King. The forest, as he was taught, was a treasure that needed to be protected from both hunters and wood thieves.Before the forest preservation treaty was created by Hiroki, the Werewolves were scattered across the entire city, the pack torn and separated by their lack of ability to be near each other. With so much pent up energy and no room to turn and run, wolves tended to walk the streets causing accidents and hurting the people who didn’t know any better.When Hiroki became King and did finally make the forest treaty and the Werewolves got the permission to settle out there once more, Toshiro was thirteen years old. The Wolves were given the responsibility of protecting the forest, in exchange for living out there, to guard it from those who wished to cause it harm. It was a nature preserve that Hiroki didn’t want hurt because it was the only source of green the Abarith Kingdom had, which the Wolves were quick to agree with.When Toshiro turned Eighteen his father passed away from a disease and the control of the Wolves turned to him. Like his father he resigned the contract to protect the forest and took new measures to guard and guide the entire pack from those who would harm them in order to get to the forest. He assigned a few of the older Wolves to patrol the border of the forest and put the younger Wolves on a tighter schedule for hunting training.Toshiro had to fight to earn respect from the pack. Having taken the reigns so young he was often looked down upon by the older pack members. Those that tried to take the title of Alpha from him came quickly after his father's death and he put each one in their place. Toshiro is young, but he's strong and he's determined to prove that he can be the Alpha, regardless of how he appears.Toshiro isn’t the best leader, he is well aware of that and the fact that he needs to grow. He is trying his best and though the pack is very understanding a few of them still do give him hard times. Despite the work he's put in the pack doesn’t completely respect him like they did his father and while it hurts—when he does need to be in control everyone turns to him for answers. It’s a learning experience.Toshiro put’s his pack first before everything else.

Elliot.

HIATUS ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : 30 ◆ sexuality: HOT PEOPLE ◆ species : half werewolf / half witch ◆ role : second in command of the Abarith Pack ◆ gift: Half-Werewolf / Half-Witch

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏBeing born as a halfling he's treated as bad as the humans of Abarith are. He was looked down upon and referred to as a mistake or halfbreed. Because of this, Elliot's learned early on to hide his emotions with a smile. He is quick to fight back with violence if words don't work, and because if this he does have quite a bit of scars along his body.He doesn't find anything wrong with who he is. His mother taught him to take pride in it, to smile and keep going, that everything will be alright. Due to this he has a soft spot for the halflings. He stands up for them as well as humans.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏElliot was born to a mother who was a witch and a father who was a werewolf. A very kind and loving family that raised him to be proud of what he was, of the things that he could do. Elliot grew up in the Witch district in Abarith, who didn’t truly give him a hard time. His father was a soldier in the King’s army and his mother was an apothecary who ran a store in town. His parents were very loving people, and Elliot often helped his mother in the shop and went harvesting for ingredients in the forest for her.When Elliot was ten, during one of the wars King Gaito was dragging Abarith into, his father was killed on the battlefield. His mother went through several stages of depression, struggling with keeping herself together, and between school and dealing with bullying from being a half-breed, he tried to take care of her. Elliot learned to cook, cleaned as best as he could, and even tended to the shop in her place. He did everything he could to support and try to get her mother through this.His efforts just weren’t enough and just a few short years later, he lost his mother too.After being on the street for a while after that, fighting for both life and stealing food, Elliot was adopted in by the Alpha of the Abarith Pack and his five year old son. Wanting to prove he wasn’t a burden Elliot put everything he had into helping both the pack but the Alpha and his son Toshiro. Having dropped out of school after the death of his mother, and not studying much before that, he didn’t have much in the line of educational knowledge but he had the power to fight. Had the strength to make himself useful.He protected Toshiro, showed him how to fight, how to be strong and the future of the pack. Toshiro grew very fond of him and in turn Elliot was protective of him. They bonded like real brothers and the bond was incredibly tight. When Toshiro lost his father to disease, Elliot supported and helped him through it. When he became Alpha of the Pack, he made Elliot his second in command.Elliot is Toshiro’s strongest confidant and the person he turns to for decision making. Elliot doesn’t fight Toshiro’s fights for him anymore, knowing that reflects poorly on him as an Alpha. It is quite difficult for him to stand by and watch someone fight Toshiro for his position in the pack.Due to a fight that rupturered his eardrums, Elliot is extremely hard of hearing and practically deaf. He can read lips very well if the person is facing him.Elliot bartends at Starlight on Satuday nights.

Elijah vardanus.

SECONDARY ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : 30 ◆ sexuality: Bisexual ◆ species : born werewolf ◆ role : Captain of the Royal Guard ◆ family: Silas (one year old son)

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏFiercely loyal to the Pack and his Alpha, Elijah is a strong member of the Pack. He has a kind and big heart, whose trying to teach his son to believe in the good things in life. To not succum to anger and violence. He wants to protect the world that Silas is going to grow up in, to give him a less violent childhood than he had being raised in a time of war.Raised strictly inside the Pack protective walls and not seeing much else outside it until far later in his life, Elijah can be rather naive when it comes to certain things or interactions. He understands Wolves far better than he does other people / humans / supernatural creatures. He is slowly learning and being taught by working in the Castle.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏElijah was born to Sylia and Henry, two members of the Abarith Pack and who had been mated for a while. Henry was the Beta, Second and Command, to Takahashi Kobayashi the Alpha of the Abarith Pack. His father was a very strong and passionate member of the Pack, who wanted to do everything in his power to protect the wolves, especially from King Gaito who had been fighting with the Wolves over control of the forest to continue cutting down the trees and expanding the land.Though he was born at a time of great stress, Elijah’s parents had made sure he had as much of a normal childhood as possible. He was educated with the other children of the Pack, played in the safety of its walls, and spent nights with his parents who were exhausted from simply patrolling the lengths of the forest and actually fighting. Elijah’s parents were very loving, and very caring. They made sure he and his siblings never wanted for anything.When Elijah was old enough he started helping the Pack defend the forest too, giving everything he had into fighting and protecting the Forest that they called their home. He frequently trained with his father, who taught him everything he knew about fighting and connecting with his Wolf, finding his inner strength. Elijah quickly grew to being one of the stronger members of the Pack, an asset in their forces. Steady in mind and strong in body and skill, the pack quickly became reliant on him.When the war finally settled and the forest was restored by the new King, Hiroki, the wolves found themselves settling into a sort of calm, picking up their broken pieces and home. Takahashi went and formed a pact with the new King, which gave them control and protective rights over the forest, which brought a sense of peace to the Pack. Knowing they had a say over what happened to their home.Elijah wanted to take a new direction in his life, and having only one real skill and hoping to keep an eye on the new path that Abarith was taking itself, he went and enrolled himself in the King’s army. He spent ten years training, climbing the ranks and proving himself as a valuable soldier. He was viewed as someone who had a great skill and the Commanders in his regiment were greatly impressed by the ability he both showed and continued to increase. They brought him to the attention of the King who recognized his skill and prompted Elijah to the Captain of the Royal Guard putting him close in Hiroki’s presence.During the time of his promotion Elijah had met a passing Werewolf seeking shelter and time to get back on her feet. Elijah took her back to the Pack and Toshiro agreed to let her stay until she was ready to move back on. Elijah engaged in a brief relationship with her that resulted in the birth of his son. Their relationship wasn’t great, being only physically attracted to each other and the woman seeming to have far too much going–a wanderer is what Toshiro had called her with a shrug–it was decided she wouldn’t stay. She left the infant behind with Elijah, who named him Silas after his mother, and was gone.Silas is a very curious child, being one year old. He is very attached to his father and Elijah is of course very protective of him. He’s exceedingly careful who he invites into Silas’ life and the Pack helps take care of him when he’s busy or working. During the day, Silas attends Alutora Academy.Elijah is very loyal to Toshiro and the Pack, he doesn't get along with Elliot believing he tries to solve to many of his problems with his fists. Elijah is often mistaken for Toshiro's Second in Command.

Ceto.

HIATUS ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : 2000+ (appears 20's-30's)  ◆ sexuality: Pansexual ◆ species : dark dragon ◆ scars : A complex dark seal across the entire length of his back. ◆ gift: Dark Dragon, shadow manipulation & corpse manipulation (sealed).

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏA dragon whose energy is rooted in darkness, Ceto can be a little cold and unwelcoming at first. Despite that, beneath the rough exterior, he cares a lot for people (mainly his brother) and is easily manipulated into helping people if he's fed a sob story though it will be reluctantly. His brother is often the one to convince him to help, giving him tears and pleds that break through his standoffish personality the cold shoulder he portrays. No one is more important to him than Chyrvin.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏCeto and Chyrvin were born to a nest that existed on the Mountain where Abarith’s Castle now stands. Their family was rather small, and the two of them became more attached to each other than any of the other hatchlings. Their magic being quite opposite of each other, Ceto’s strength being in rather darker things and Chyrvin’s in healing, they tended to balance each other out. Chyrvin was a very soft and kindhearted person where Ceto had a more standoffish personality.When the war between the humans and the supernatural creatures broke out, the claim for the land that would later become Abarith, the dragons fought not for either side but simply to protect their own territory. Ceto and Chyrvin’s parents gave it everything that they had, attempting to protect the nest, but when it was clear in the face of so many other creatures and magic that they were going to lose–they told Ceto to protect his younger brother and run.Ceto fled, dragging his sobbing younger brother behind him, and didn’t stop until they were somewhere safe, somewhere that he could protect his younger brother with everything that his little body had.For a while they wandered, Ceto hunting, stealing and foraging to keep the two of them alive. Chyrvin learned to cook, making potions, further his healing talent. He became quite skilled, enough he could even run a little business out of their cabin in the woods and try and keep Ceto from getting in trouble for stealing in the town. Rumors of his talents spread to the Kingdom, the King himself, a talented healer lurking in the woods.The soldiers came knocking at their door, a request for help from the Castle. Despite Ceto’s protests Chyrvin shook him off cheerfully and went to the Castle to try and heal the King. Unfortunately, what the King had wasn’t curable and didn’t take too kindly to Chyrvin telling him that. Anger, rage, humiliation. The King locked Chyrvin away in the dungeons in magical shackles and kept him down there for days. No food, water, care.Ceto, who grew concerned the longer Chyrvin didn’t come back, finally went to the Castle to try and find his brother. Met at the door with anger, shoved away, forbidden entry, he knew something was very clearly wrong and when the dark fell he used his manipulation over the shadows to sneak his way inside. Though it took him a while to find Chyrvin, the condition in which he found his brother was enough to make him boil.Crows descended on the Castle, corpses rose from the ground, Ceto gave everything he had into the darker magic and stormed the Castle. He slaughtered guards, destroyed the place, and when he was met by the King even threatened to make his head roll. The fight that broke out was long and tormenting, Chyrvin tried his best to calm his brother’s anger but it simply wasn’t enough.
The King, who was stronger than him, with an army at his side, won by playing dirty and having them attack his brother. Pinned, threatened to be murdered, Ceto finally ceased his unrelenting attack. The guards claimed him, held him down, and with his life hanging in the balance–the King showed mercy.With the magic they had they sealed Ceto’s dragon side. His ability to shift, fly, use his magic. They grounded him, a worse punishment than even death in their eyes. Then, banished them from the Castle and dropped them back off into the forest where they had come from. Pain and humiliation still coursing through Ceto’s veins.
Chyrvin feels deeply responsible for what happened to his brother and has since in the hundred years that have passed, have tried to find a way to break the curse that still pulses through his brother’s body.

Chyrvin.

HIATUS ◆ pronouns : he / him ◆ age : 2000+ (appears 20's-30's)  ◆ sexuality: Pansexual ◆ species : healing dragon ◆ scars : Two circular ones around his wrists. ◆ gift: Dragon / healing magic.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏA very bright and warm person, Chyrvin is kind and loving and likes being that way. He strives to help people and keep the peace between his brother and the rest of the world. He believes in he good of helping other people and wants to see the world florish. He loves healing and studying more ways in furthering his magic. The little Apothecary store (Dandelion Apothecary) he runs out of their cabin in the woods is a direct reflection of his desire to just help people and the entire world. He does hold a deep amount of pain and grief over being the result of his brother being cursed.ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏCeto and Chyrvin were born to a nest that existed on the Mountain where Abarith’s Castle now stands. Their family was rather small, and the two of them became more attached to each other than any of the other hatchlings. Their magic being quite opposite of each other, Ceto’s strength being in rather darker things and Chyrvin’s in healing, they tended to balance each other out. Chyrvin was a very soft and kindhearted person where Ceto had a more standoffish personality.When the war between the humans and the supernatural creatures broke out, the claim for the land that would later become Abarith, the dragons fought not for either side but simply to protect their own territory. Ceto and Chyrvin’s parents gave it everything that they had, attempting to protect the nest, but when it was clear in the face of so many other creatures and magic that they were going to lose–they told Ceto to protect his younger brother and run.Ceto fled, dragging his sobbing younger brother behind him, and didn’t stop until they were somewhere safe, somewhere that he could protect his younger brother with everything that his little body had.For a while they wandered, Ceto hunting, stealing and foraging to keep the two of them alive. Chyrvin learned to cook, making potions, further his healing talent. He became quite skilled, enough he could even run a little business out of their cabin in the woods and try and keep Ceto from getting in trouble for stealing in the town. Rumors of his talents spread to the Kingdom, the King himself, a talented healer lurking in the woods.The soldiers came knocking at their door, a request for help from the Castle. Despite Ceto’s protests Chyrvin shook him off cheerfully and went to the Castle to try and heal the King. Unfortunately, what the King had wasn’t curable and didn’t take too kindly to Chyrvin telling him that. Anger, rage, humiliation. The King locked Chyrvin away in the dungeons in magical shackles and kept him down there for days. No food, water, care.Ceto, who grew concerned the longer Chyrvin didn’t come back, finally went to the Castle to try and find his brother. Met at the door with anger, shoved away, forbidden entry, he knew something was very clearly wrong and when the dark fell he used his manipulation over the shadows to sneak his way inside. Though it took him a while to find Chyrvin, the condition in which he found his brother was enough to make him boil.Crows descended on the Castle, corpses rose from the ground, Ceto gave everything he had into the darker magic and stormed the Castle. He slaughtered guards, destroyed the place, and when he was met by the King even threatened to make his head roll. The fight that broke out was long and tormenting, Chyrvin tried his best to calm his brother’s anger but it simply wasn’t enough.
The King, who was stronger than him, with an army at his side, won by playing dirty and having them attack his brother. Pinned, threatened to be murdered, Ceto finally ceased his unrelenting attack. The guards claimed him, held him down, and with his life hanging in the balance–the King showed mercy.With the magic they had they sealed Ceto’s dragon side. His ability to shift, fly, use his magic. They grounded him, a worse punishment than even death in their eyes. Then, banished them from the Castle and dropped them back off into the forest where they had come from. Pain and humiliation still coursing through Ceto’s veins.
Chyrvin feels deeply responsible for what happened to his brother and has since in the hundred years that have passed, have tried to find a way to break the curse that still pulses through his brother’s body.

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