UserName: Leon5431
Character name: Deven Zoria
Age: 23
Mageblood type: Lux
Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy
Previous Magic training: None
Race: Naersan Human
Appearance: Deven has messy brown hair that he tries to keep at a medium length. He has a diamond shaped face and dark blue eyes. With a toned fit build from constant exercise he stands a little taller than most Naersan’s at about 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. 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 walls. Shouts of pain echoed from the victim, then a burst of flames erupted from below the beast sending it tumbling back.. Deven could then clearly see the mangled body of his father were the beast had once been. His hand dropped back down to the floor making his wounds clear to see. 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 garbed in black robes 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 mother's 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 mother's 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 he came to a realization. He needed to live, if not for himself than 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 managed to make it away with his life he wasn't about to squander this opportunity.
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 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 someone 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. Scared and feeling ever so alone Deven and followed his directions and eventually found the barracks.
Deven entered and found the nearest guard and began to explain everything to him, breaking into tears before he could even finish. The guard nodded his head understandingly, but eventually as Deven finished the man patted his head and rustled his hair before chuckling and saying, "Wow that's quite the acting kid, but too bad this is a barracks for guards not for actors. Go back by your friends and try scamming someone else you sewer rat." Before pushing Deven back and returning to his friends who were in the middle of a drinking game. Deven stood 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 with a heavy heart, 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 the things he needed, things no one would miss...besides he needed 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 at what happed. 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. He'd buy what he needed to survive and somehow make due. The evening would be acquiring dinner be it by stealing or by 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. 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.
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 wellbeing.
Secret Word: Rebirth
