appearance:
With thick, dark, neck-length hair framing his sharp jawline and cheekbones, Cier’s glassy silver eyes often startle those meeting his gaze. Intimidating he may appear, towering at 6’3, with broad shoulders, and plenty of muscle. A beastly man yet not so serious. Though his figure may look statuesque, he is often relaxed in both his posture and expressions. Sometimes not even able to keep a straight face, but in a blink of an eye, this may easily change.
name: Cier
age: 36
bio:
Emperor Cier’s begginnings are quite humble. He didn’t come from wealth or any sort of power. Rather, born into a poor family, so he didn’t exactly expect much to come from his life.
That was until one night, when he was no older than ten, Cier had found himself lost and happened to meet an old woman walking by the shore. Looking into her eyes, it was almost as if he knew her but of course, he was certain they had never met before. She could see he was scared, and so they sat together on a rock, talking, showing him all the constellations, and watching the waves roll until sunrise. He felt safe. And when there was light and Cier could find his way home, he asked her if he would ever see her again and what her name was, but the woman simply smiled and took his hand in hers. His eyes grew as something glowed between their palms and she said, “I’ve left you with a gift, and someday, you will leave someone with one too.” Then it all faded to black.
The next thing Cier could remember was waking up to himself baking in the sand. Startled to his feet, he would have ran all the way home if not for his father finding and giving him an earful first. Ever since this strange encounter, he’s returned to that shore, but the old woman was never to be seen. And going as far ask to ask around, the villagers seemed to think it was just something he merely imagined. Yet just as Cier began to think that he had lost his own mind, his powers emerged little by little and soon the people who once laughed at his wild story were now stricken with nothing but amazement!
Cier was quick to be deemed as something like a savior. And with this many proposed to make him their future king as their current never married and had laid ill, swiftly dying. He saw this boy as a blessing sent from the heavens to protect his beloved kingdom. Cier reveled in all this honor and praise, soon taking the throne at just the tender age of fourteen. And for many years he has witnessed the kingdom of Seddow flourish as he cared for it with all his heart, but this would all come crumbling.
After arriving home from visiting one of Seddow’s allies, his eyes, once full of life and love for the world, turned into deadly daggers. Having found his whole family and many servants mutilated, their blood spread all throughout the palace, his heart - within an instant - turned cold and frostbit black as his psyche spiraled with the clouds circling like vultures looming over.
The assassin responsible had failed to escape. Thrown to the ruler’s feet by the guards who had caught him, Cier demanded answers through tears welling up and the guttural pain pounding through his chest, but the killer gave none, and was then executed by the king’s own blade. He didn’t know why or who had ordered this contract, but one thing was for certain. The mastermind behind the slaughter couldn’t have been anyone but another ruler. No one but of that status could possibly afford the taking out of not one but seven royal lives. One of which, was his only son. His biggest pride and joy… a curious and funny little boy, now laid cold in his father’s trembling arms.
Since that day, Cier has been nothing but ruthless in finding who to blame. Taking lands one by one. Blinded by sadness, rage, and thirst for blood. Someone will pay.
role in the story: dark ruler
powers:
Water & Storm manipulation, underwater breathing/sight, with supernatural strength and agility.
other:
- to be added
