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UserName: Leon5431
Character name: Deven Zoria
Age: 23
Mageblood type: Lux
Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy
Previous magical trainging: has received some training in pyromancy but has very limited knowledge and skill.
Race: Naersan Human
Appearance: Deven has a toned build, he has messy brown hair that comes down about half over his, forehead, ears and continues to get a little longer in the back covering half of the back of his neck along with this he has dark blue eyes. He stands a taller than most Naersan’s at near 5’ 10’’. He tries to keep his facial hair to a clean shave or at most a light stubble.
Short Bio: Deven was born to a small farming family that lived out a good distance away from most towns giving them a great deal of land to farm. The nearest town was the small neutral city of Rivermere. Once a week they would ride into town and get what supplies they needed before returning home. His father, Rorin was a skilled pyromancer who studied at the Twilight college in his youth afterwards he became an adventurer for a time before meeting Deven's mother, Katalin and deciding to settle down. Soon they were married and three years later Deven was born. When he was a baby his mother and father would take him to a natural hot spring they had discovered in their early days of living at the house, it was these trips out into the forest that spurred his love for the forest. When he was old enough to walk he would normally be at the edge of the fields playing by the trees. Even though his parents told him never to enter the forests without them he would never listen as he would often go off on little adventures into the forest always returning around a hour later as to not be caught.
It was his adventurous spirit that always brought him out into the trees, his natural want to explore to see new things to make new experiences, he loved every minute of it. One day when Deven was seven a day away from his eighth birthday his parents took him into town and promised they would buy him whatever he wanted for his birthday. They rode into town in their carriage, Rorin sold their harvested crops while Katalin took Deven to the stores to buy his present. While in the general store Deven stumbled across a wooden sword and shield, delighted by his discovery he immediately requested this be what he got. His mother chuckled and bought him the toys and the two returned to the carriage. Rorin was there waiting for them once they were all together they stepped into the inn to get themselves a meal. After their meal the family returned to their farm and prepared for the Deven's birthday. As night fell Deven was sent to bed as his mother and father finished their preparations. Deven quickly readied himself for bed excited for the coming day. Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow he was asleep.
It was pitch black out when Deven awoke from his sleep to the loud crack of thunder, his eyes shot open, taking only a few moments to adjust to the darkness. He could hear the down pour of rain as it poured relentlessly onto the roof. He lay on his bed still excited for the day ahead, when an idea popped into his head, he climbed out of his bed and changed from his night clothes into his usual day clothes so he could easily jump out of bed and run down stairs tomorrow morning. It wasn't until he was almost done getting dressed when he heard a bang followed by muffled voices. He tried to ignore it telling himself he needed to get to bed but his adventurous spirit got the better of himself. Slowly and silently he tip-toed to the door worried that if it was his parents he would get in trouble for spying on his gifts.
He had just reached the door when another loud crash and a window break then he heard a voice begin to shout but a loud crack of thunder drowned out the voice. Deven's curiosity began to grow as he pulled open the door but as he did another sound echoed from down stairs. This one was clear as day, a woman screamed out in pain then he heard a male voice speak up his father, "NO!" The voice shouted in rage. Deven now scarred as to what was going on and beginning to shake slowly made his way down stairs unsure of what was making him go down stairs. More thrashing and grunting and shouts of pain, he heard a girl moaning in pain and his father kept yelling. Then another noise echoed through the house, this one was like nothing he had heard, it was a loud tearing sound then a sound of flames but then they passed shortly after a strange screech the likes of which Deven had never heard before.
Then it sounded as though something was tackled to the ground. Deven rounded the corner of the stairs and finally the scene opened up before him. The first thing he saw was, a large creature laying a top someone as it slashed repeatedly at it, the legs thrashed about below it as the creatures victim struggled to break free. But with each slash from the beast blood was splattered across the floor and wall and shouts of pain echoed from the victim, then a burst of flames erupted around the beast sending it back onto the ground. Deven could then clearly see the mangled body of his father were the beast had once been, his one hand was raised up towards what must have been the beasts chest. His stomach and chest were slashed open and his throat was gushing crimson, he was trying to breath but only made a bone chilling gurgling sound.
A little ways to the right of his father, next to the back door lay Deven's mother, she lay struggling to breath, her skin along her arm, shoulder and continuing up to her face was blackened and seemed to be decaying rapidly. To Deven's left near the front door stood three men grabbed in back robs with many symbols all across them. the men had cuts and burn all across them but they were fully functioning still. In the center of the room sat the beast. It had gotten to its feet and was eyeing the mangled body of Deven's father. It stood a little taller then Rorin, its entire body was a deep dark black save for its claws which were coated and dripping in crimson. Little black wisps seemed to emanate off of the beast before vanishing into thin air.
Deven stood in the middle of the last four stairs staring down the beast. His body trembling and himself frozen in fear as he stared down this beast. Tears welled up in his eyes he wanted to make a sound but nothing could come out, he couldn't look away he couldn't move he couldn't speak. His heart had dropped onto the floor as he stared at his mother and father both mangled and dying and these three men and this beast who had done this to them. Then Deven saw his mothers chest raise one more time before it fell still and she lay motionless no longer struggling as the life left her body. Deven saw his father looking right at him, his expression was of so much pain and lose it seemed almost apologetic. Then a ferocious growl broke the silence as the beast lunged forward onto Deven's father and resumed slashing viciously at him. More crimson was spattered across the walls as the beast did its work. Then finally the beast tilted its head and opened its maw before plunging its head down. There was a loud snap and then silence. The beast slowly lifted its head, as it did the air around it began to shimmer and seemed to split, then Deven saw fire, fill the tear and the black beast seemed to be sucked into it before it closed again leaving the lifeless mangled corpse of Deven's father in plain sight.
Deven felt an immeasurable amount of pain, he felt empty, tears streamed from his face. It felt as though his entire world had just been torn asunder and now he was left all alone in the darkness. But then a voice spoke up, "Handle the boy." Said one of the figures as he raised a cloaked hand toward Deven. One of the figures began to approach Deven. In that moment something stirred in Deven, something willed him forward. Without even thinking he lunged off of the stairs toward the back door, a shout rang out from behind him, "Stop him!" one of the men shouted. Deven ran toward the door passing by his mothers mangled decayed corpse. He felt so much pain he wanted to collapse to the ground and just stop he wanted it to be over he wanted to cry he wanted his parents, but something kept him moving, it pushed him to burst through the door and take off into the rain. He could hear the men's feet against the wood they were following but he had a lead for now. He sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him kicking up mud as he ran.The rain continued to pour down soaking his clothes as he ran, then again that tearing sound and the sound of flames and that familiar shriek, it was back, the beast was back.
Deven didn't stop, fueled by nothing but the will to live he ran. He could hear the beast behind him, he could hear as it dug its claws into the ground and lurched forward closing on him. His heart pounded in his chest, pushed himself as hard as he could. Tears streamed from his eyes blurring his vision. He heard the beast right behind him he could feel the air moving around him as it slashed at him. Then he heard it let out a monstrous growl, then just as it did someone screamed and once more that same tearing sound and the sound of fire. Then nothing, nothing but the sound of the rain his feet slamming against the ground and his breathing. For what felt like forever he ran, nothing mattered he just wanted to run, he had lost everything, his mother and father were dead he was alone, he felt so empty so much pain and sorrow. Why? Why did they do it why did they kill them what did they do why them why now? Why didn't he help? Why didn't he try to fight?
His mind raced as he ran not stopping he ducked through tree after tree after tree too afraid to stop. For what felt like forever he ran, his legs had gone numb and his sides cramped horribly, but he still didn't stop he couldn't. Then finally his foot clipped a root and his foot was taken out from under him. He tumbled to the ground pain shooting through his shoulder and his arm but that was nothing to the pain he felt inside himself. He lay on the ground sobbing terribly, covered in mud and water, his clothes soaked entirely. He didn't even care if they were still chasing him if they were and they found him then it would be over. He just wanted it all to be over.
When Deven woke up he was still laying on the ground in the middle of the forest, the mud had dried on his skin and clothes. He lay there unable to will himself to move, he wished so hard it had just been a bad dream that when he woke up everything would be better, but no it was real he was all alone. His mind began to swirl with blame hate and sorrow for what felt like an hour he lay there until finally a thought came to mind. He needed to live, if not for himself then for his family, that's what they would want him to do, that's what he would want them to do. He had to live, he had to do something. Finally he pushed himself up from the ground rising to his feet. He had to live.
Deven eventually found his way to a pond and was able to wash off the mud, then from their he began searching for any sign of society. Until luckily he finally found a road, he decided to follow it thinking that it would eventually lead him somewhere. It was late in the day before Deven stumbled into the backwater town of Ravenstead more thirsty and hungrier than he ever had been before. He needed to eat, he needed to drink, he needed to talk to someone, but what could they do? Where even was he? Would they believe him? or would they just think him a common beggar looking for sympathy gold. No he had to try, maybe they could help him. Deven looked around, he needed to find someone that could help him, he saw no one wearing any sort of guard uniform so it seemed he would just need to ask a random person. One man who had just stepped out of the general store was going to walk right in front of Deven, so in an attempt to get his attention he stepped in the way of the man, the man stopped and looked down at him, he questioned what he wanted and Deven responded by asking where the guards barracks was. The man gestured down the road deeper into the village and gave a brief description before taking his leave, his tone harsh and his posture aggressive. Deven ignored the man's tone and followed his directions and eventually found the barracks.
Deven entered and found the nearest guard and began to explain everything to him near to tears. The guard nodded his head understandingly, but as Deven finished the man patted his head and rustled his hair before chuckling and say, "Wow that's quite the acting kid, but too bad this is a barracks not a play. Go back by your friends and try scamming someone else you sewer rat." Said the guard before pushing Deven back and returning to his friends who were in the middle of a drinking game. Deven stumbled back before standing there stunned looking towards the guard who was now seated with his friends, not even they would help him, he was truly alone there was no one that could help him nor likely would. Slowly he turned and walked out. His eyes bore into the floor as he thought and his heart heavy, he needed a new plan but what could it be. With time his plans grew more and more desperate. Until finally it settled on one thing, he will just take what he needs, no one will miss it...besides...he needs it more.
Four years, four long years of the life of a thief, living off what he could steal. He had gotten good at it, many times being able to take money without even the slightest hint that they noticed. Everyday it would be the same thing, in the morning he would wake up shaken from the nightmares that haunt his sleep and hungry as hell, he would start the day with stealing from any vendor that sold food, then for the rest of the day he would steal from those with the fullest pockets dodge guards when needed buy what he needed to survive and make due. The evening would be acquiring dinner be it by stealing or with purchase neither mattered, then the night would be filled with restless sleep and terrible nightmares. By spring of the fourth year he had gathered enough gold to hitch a ride on a trade caravan destined for some city called Wintercrest, whatever it was it would have been better then the washed up town of Ravenstead. It took several days of travel before he arrived in the town. It was like nothing he had ever seen before he was used to the open landscape filled with forests farmland and dotted with wooden towns here and there, the descriptions of the cities nothing but legend to him. But here he was in the sprawling city built at the foot of a mountain.
Though the scenery had changed the routine did not change much. Still he stole to get by, no one willing to spare their time on a lowlife like him. The things that did change was, wealthier people, more guards, more stores and much much more people. His life seemed like it was destined to stay locked in its current state, every night struggling to sleep everyday struggling to survive, on some days he wasn’t even sure why he tried but still he carried on...until one fateful day in the market.
Good Attributes: To those Deven trusts he is kind, caring, compassionate, understanding and would sooner die then let them down. He goes out of his way to help others, not always needing to trust them first, be it physical or emotional issues. To those he does not trust he can seem much more reclusive, he is still friendly and will offer his assistance if needed but does not allow himself to get very close to them without some sort of reason. Deven is a very skilled with a sword, he has learned how to fight with both a sword and shield but prefers using just one sword and perhaps a dagger for increased mobility. He is a skilled pick lock and pickpocket from his time as a thief and is very agile on his feet, he has developed quiet the skill at climbing, both from living in the forests climbing trees and living in cities climbing buildings.
Bad Attributes: Deven can be a recluse about his true emotions, the only people he will openly speaking about his deep thoughts and emotions are the people he trusts. He has a way of getting himself into trouble and can be a little over protective of the people he cares about. Deven is occasionally plagued by nightmares that will ruin his sleep and throw him into a dark reclusive mood. He struggles to grow close to anyone out of fear of losing them like he did his family. He has a deep rooted fear for demons that normally turns to hate and anger, because of this he is always on edge while in their presence and is quick to jump to violence against them. As for their summoners, he is always on edge while near them and would sooner see himself dead before he trusts them with his or anyone he trusts well being.
Secret Word: Rebirth
UserName: Leon5431
Character name: Jenna Fellrein
Age: 22
Mageblood type: Lux
Favored Magic Class: Vitamancy
Previous magical training: Jenna has trained a little in vitamancy but her knowledge is only in healing minor wounds.
Race: Naersan Human
Appearance: Jenna has long dark brown hair that comes down a little past her shoulders she has brown eyes and a slender yet curvaceous build. She is rather toned from her days exercising. She stands a little taller than the average Naersan at around 5' 8''.
Short Bio: Jenna is the daughter of krista and Kova Fellrien, Kova being the son of Daegon Fellrien the late leader of house Fellrien, Kova's elder brother Logan is the current Lord of the house along with his wife Laina. Jenna was only four when house Fellrien was forced out of Eania, she does not remember much, just a lot of uncertainty, fear and multitudes of crying people. She does remember the many days spent as nomads, avoiding Eania and trying to avoid stirring the ire of Djarkel. In the beginning it was an adventure to her, she enjoyed every minute of it, but eventually, as all things do it faded and she began to miss her home terribly. Her parents told her they could not return home, not yet, but one day they might. This did not appease Jenna and it was many days before she was able accept they would not return home. When the other houses were married into house Fellrien Jenna found herself extremely confused as to the political aspect of it, but she was happy to have more people to call family. When the time came for house Fellrien to take the city of Dilanol Jenna, along with many of those that would not take part in the fighting remained behind in a camp that had been established. Over the time of the siege Jenna went on many "adventures" about the camp, finding childish delight in everything their was to enjoy.
By the time the siege was ended and Dilanol taken Jenna had seen her fill of the camp and was desperate for more to explore. But she would not be exploring any new foreign landscapes, instead they were brought to the city built at the foot of the mountain, her new home. Over the next few years as the people rebuilt the city, which was now named Wintercrest, Jenna was reintroduced to the normal city life of a noble. As she grew up she learned of the injustice done to house Fellrien and their allies, the years of war, she began to understand why everything that happened happened. She now understood why the houses integrated into house Fellrien. Along with nearly everyone in the city she developed a distaste for Eanian cause of what happened a distaste she carries with her to this day. One fateful day, when Jenna was 11, she met a 12 year old boy by the name Deven Zoria and as fate would have it the two would become the closest of friends nearly inseparable. She met Deven one day in the market when she managed to escape from her mother and their personal guards to go explore the bustling forum of Wintercrest. Deven was a messy boy with long brown hair and more dirt on him then actual skin, he was living alone in the city just making by with the money he could steal from the pockets of the forums many visitors. Jenna saw him just in time to see him steal from the coin purse of a man walking through the forum.
Intrigued she followed him to an alley, she rounded the corner just in time for him to jump out and grab her, he questioned her as to why she was following to which she answered truthfully, that she was interested in what he was doing, to which he replied, "None of your business.". But Jenna was smart enough to understand what the boy had done. As the boy went to walk away she spoke up once more, telling him he doesnt have to steal, she has more then enough money to buy him some food. The boy caught off guard by her offer and entirely distrustful was hesitant to respond. Eventually after some convincing the boy agreed to allow her to buy him some food. Jenna led the messy boy through the market to one of the many bakery stalls scattered across the forum, once their she purchased the boy a loaf of bread and an apple. The boy was over joyed to say the least. The two found a nice area nearby where they could eat and talk. Deven tore hungrily into the food, while for some part Jenna starred at him surpised at how fast the boy was eating.
She asked him how long it had been since he had eaten a proper meal to which he replied, "A while" with a mouthful of bread still in his mouth. Jenna was confused by this and questioned further, saying "Don't your parents make you food?" but the boy did not reply, instead his gaze dropped to the ground and a painful expression came to mind. Seeing that the question had hurt the boy she quickly apologized and changed the topic she eventually asked her name and he hers. It was a few hours later when a armor clad hand surprised Jenna nearly making her scream, but she turned to see one of the personal guards sent with her and her mother, it was her favorite of the group, a man by the name of Theodore. He was a man well into the age where he should have a family of his own but instead devoted himself to house Fellrien. Just before he could question her he was met with a dagger being raised toward him and a messy looking boy stepping up next to Jenna. He commanded Theodre let her go or else. Theodore looked down at the boy admirable as he made his stand. Jenna quickly spoke up telling Deven to stop that she knew him and it was fine. Eventually Deven hesitantly put away the dagger and apologized to Theodore. Theodore still looking at the boy admirably accepted the apology before barraging Jenna with questions.
Toward the end of his question he turned toward Deven who was leaning on a nearby wall. He asked the boy why he had tried to protect Jenna and Deven answered honestly, "She had helped me so I owe her plus she is the closest thing I have to a friend." He said. After a few more questions very personal questions Theodore eventually fell silent and seemed to think for a long while, before turning and saying "Lets get home.". Jenna hesitated looking from Theodore to Deven, but eventually submitted and followed. It was only a few steps away when Theodore looked over his shoulder to Deven who was still standing there watching them. a sad expression plastered on his face, that is when Theodore spoke up, he had turned and was looking at Deven "What are you waiting for? You too." Theodore said with a smile. Deven was completely caught off guard and after a few questions began to follow with a smile on his lips.
Once back at the castle Jenna was scolded for running of and worrying everyone and punished by being confined to only the castle for the remainder of the season. After she was dealt with then came the matter of Deven. Theodore explained what the boy had done to protect Jenna, Theodore explained that Deven was an orphan living off of the streets forced to revert to thievery to survive, he then asked both Deven and Jenna to leave the room as he continued speaking with many of the members of house Fellrien. It was almost an hour later when Jenna's mother and father stepped out of the room. Deven and Jenna both approached. Jenna's father cleared his throat before he spoke, saying the family had come to a decision and had decided to offer Deven a place to stay here in the castle. Deven was breathless while Jenna was anything but, she jumped screamed in excitement that her new found friend would be staying with them.
Deven and Jenna quickly became the best of friends after Deven was allowed to stay at the castle in Wintercrest, they were normally spending nearly every waking moment in each others company playing games, exploring, talking, anything. Jenna quickly learned how hard Deven's life had been, he lost his parents when he was young and has been surviving on his own since. He did not tell her how they had died even after she tried asking, he would just fall silent, what Jenna did know was that whatever happened cursed Deven with recurring nightmares that would send him out of his sleep covered in a cold sweat and close to tears. She learned he did not enjoy talking about his past but would be happy to hear about hers. In her childish state she did not think much on it, but as they grew older and wiser she began to chisel away at his emotional barriers.
As the two grew older their friendship only grew in strength, when he came of age, Deven began training to fight with a sword, Jenna would often watch as he trained and at times even join but that was a rare occurrence. It wasn't until she was fifteen when she began her archery training. The two would often spend their free time training with one another on top of training with their teachers. By the time Jenna was twenty she would have well managed to break through Deven’s social walls and learned of his dark past. After this the twos bond only grew stronger. They had grown very skilled in their training and could take on and beat some of the other members of the house and even some of the training soldiers. But their lives would come under threat as Eania finally worked up the nerve to march on the city. The siege was a nerveracking time for everyone, if Eania chose to attack they would likely die, many of the cities people stood by them but some called for house Fellrien to give themselves up. But in the end they were spared the bloody battle as a Djarkel force marched out and lifted the siege. This served as a wake up call to many of the people in the city their survival dangled on thin wires. This kicked House Fellriens search for a safer means of survival. When Wintercrest made its move and captured the town of Redwood Deven almost joined in but Jenna begged and pleaded with him not to, to instead stay where they had little chance of dying. She shared his adventurous spirit and craved to see the world but feared for his life in battle. The two would soon find they will not stay in the city for much longer as they discovered their potential for magic. Both of them were discovered to be lux blooded and after some training within the house it was decided the two would be sent to the Twilight college for official training.
Good Attributes: Jenna is a very kind person, she is caring and is quick to help anyone she meets, she is very open and social and equally if not more so trustworthy though her secrets may not be hard to learn any one else's she knows will be carried to her grave. She can seem rather childish at times while always trying to to best of her abilities to see things in a optimistic point of view. Despite how she may come across when the situation calls for it she can switch to a serious no nonsense tone, especially so when healing someone. she is well trained in archery and has dabbled in fighting with a sword though she isn't half as skilled with a sword as with a bow she has also trained with alchemy and can create create medicines and poisons.
Bad Attributes: Jenna can act a little naive when it comes to certain things, she like Deven has a habit of getting herself into trouble. She has a natural resentment for Eania after what they have done to her family and people. She finds herself distrustful of Demonmancers but not nearly as much as Deven. She has a tendency to be a little too trusting of other people and too open with new people about herself, but never about anyone else.
Secret Word: Rebirth
