Post by Devlyn Nox on Aug 19, 2008 12:18:33 GMT -8
.__{{T H E Writer
.Name.
Cleo
.Age.
14
.Activity.
Hopefully at least once a day. Nata will keep me in check anyhow.
.Experience.
At least three years... Probably four...
.Contact Info.
chloecleoohara@hotmail.com should be sufficient enough.
Who were the Original Knights?:
Why the legendary Israfel, Lourette, and Laties of course. xD
.__{{T H E Character
.Name.
Devlyn Nox (lacking a middle name a lil' bit)
.Nickname.
Dev, Devil or Nox are the usual suspects.
.Age.
Thirty, thirty-one, that kind of area.
.Birthday.
Sometime in the Winter. He never really bothered to celebrate it.
Race:
Vernula.
Allegiance:
His loyalties lie with Queen Marcelle/the Knights of Osirus.
Profession/Rank:
Sergeant Major General.
.Hair.
Short and blonde/fair.
.Eyes.
Naturally, a very vibrant blue, although he sometimes tones down the colour to look a bit more... human.
.Physical Description.
As a Vernula, Devlyn typically plays various different roles around various different people. To some he could be the big softy who avoids violence and confrontation. To others he could be the complete opposite; merciless and bloodthirsty, just like all those rumors about the Knight of Osirus say they should be. It is in his nature to have an appearance that can very easily be perceived as anything, and his only true give away is the one thing he can change with the blink of an eye. Literally. The vibrant blue form his iris takes could potentially reveal him as a Vernula, but thankfully, one of the benefits of being a Vernula allows him to tone back the intense colour to something a little more human.
His golden hair is kept short and out of the way; he had never gotten into that whole trend of longer locks and he probably never would. His face is young and fresh, just like any Vernula's should be, but there's something else there too. It's a hint of innocence with a hint of a guilt; a hint of naivety, but with a hint of experience. It's a number of things that clash against one another and immediately tell any knowledgable eyes that Devlyn is young beyond his years, but he's still lived to some extent. He's tall, bordering on 6'1", with shoulders that could've been broad once upon a time, and still could be again someday, but they're just not there yet.
In open surroundings, Devlyn carries himself well, like nobility, with shoulders back and spinal cord set straight, head held high and vibrant eyes focused dead ahead. In a shady environment, however, his posture slouches, his face becomes masked behind a hood and his irides dim, along with much of the light surrounding him. He moves swiftly and silently, breathing steady, ready to stalk, sleuth and stab; whatever the challenge calls for. His usual apparal at such a time is a black hooded cloak, a light tunic and very light boots (or his feet). His legwear varies, but doesn't normally place a pull on his skill.
Devlyn's arsenal is light and simple; a pair of silver daggers that stay on his person at all time, a number of smaller throwing knives, and, at times, a bow and a quiver full of arrows. Conflict and confontation aren't usually in his agenda, so it's a basic collection, but when the time calls for it, Devlyn can be quite efficient in using his weapons. Finally, Devlyn does own armour, mostly made up of chainmail and hardly ever used. He finds it's more of a challenge without it.
.Picture. And now we just ignore the modern-ish clothes and we're set!
.Celebrity Portrayal. David Anders will do for the moment... I must be the only one with a human portrayal... xD
.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes.
.Dislikes.
.Goals.
.Fears.
.Personality.
This easily influenced young Vernula is the ideal target for manipulation with his perfect naivety and his unquestionable obedience. If he has a reason to follow orders or listen to someone, he will, repeatedly, as long as it keeps him preoccupied. The longer he listens to the same person, the more his loyalty builds, until eventually you have a very obedient little puppy like Devlyn. His devotion to the Knights of Osirus has grown over the years and now, following orders from whatever superior he has is the only thing he knows. Despite all his blind faith and trust, Devlyn is quite cunning and intelligent, as well as being very responsible whenever the time calls for it. He knows how to talk his way out of a bad situation and he's very careful with his choice of words.
He isn't an angry or easily frustrated person; insults, jibes, teases and other remarks wash right over him. He holds a soft spot for praise and congratulations in his efforts; but when he is scolded for his failures, whilst he doesn't take it to heart, it can sometimes abash his confidence. Devlyn is a realist, very down-to-earth and practical. He tries to keep a look at the bright side of things, but he always knows when something just won't work out. Whilst around his superiors, Devlyn can be very quiet and reserved, but otherwise he can be quite open and honest. If someone annoys him or tries to rant to him about some of their problems, Dev will turn around and basically tell them, very bluntly, how to solve their worries.
.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family.
.Father.
Dairuin Nox :: Unknown (Devlyn hasn't seen him for years)
.Mother.
Amaya Nox :: Unknown (Devlyn hasn't seen her for years)
.Siblings.
Nysha Nox :: Younger Sister :: Unknown
Elyana Nox :: Younger Sister :: Unknown
.History.
The chances of two Vernula meeting in their youth is slim these days, given the distinct lack of Vernula in general. There have never been many of the odd beings found in Alyssus, so when Devlyn's parents, Dairuin and Amaya, met in the streets of Du Aurella thirty odd years ago, it was surprising to say the least. They were both young for their species, mid-twenties perhaps, but they were on their way out of immaturity. They were friends for a number of years before the idea of eloping together ever crossed their minds; neither had ever been huge on the romance and somehow, in whatever relationships they did have, they focused more on humans instead of each other.
When they finally got together, they headed Westward, eventually settling just along the border of the Gurella Desert in the Saynt Plains. Devlyn was their first child and more of a handful than they could ever have expected him to be. Their next child, Nysha, was somewhat more docile and helped to keep her brother under wraps. For the first ten years of his life, Devlyn was something of a madman. He had an endless surplus of energy and was always eager to travel, roam and explore. He wanted to know every inch of every square mile from there to anywhere. More than that, he needed to know. Devlyn managed to get himself into more life-threatening situations as a child more than most people do in an entire lifetime. As much as they both tried to keep a leash on him, his parents still struggled to keep him at bay.
The arrival of a third child didn't help, and unfortunately Elyana seemed to be showing signs of being just as wild as her older brother. Come Devlyn's fourteenth birthday, they could cope no more. By now, like most Vernula, he was well capable of taking care of himself; in fact, he was eager to get away and "grow up", as he claimed he would no doubt do. So, after some brief time spent deciding on it, his parents eventually bid him farewell and sent their teenage son out on his own. He headed for the Capital of Alyssus, keen to roam its vast streets and test his skills on every nook and cranny in the city. To most, fourteen seemed too young an age for a boy to roaming around on his own. But when he hit the city, despite his immature tendencies and his childish enthusiasm, Devlyn proved to be quite the responsible little street urchin.
He quickly befriended some of the other local homeless kids, sharing certain similarities with them (despite his apparent contentment with sleeping out under the stars instead of under a roof). Still, Devlyn soon demonstrated that, whilst back home he had been the one who needed minding, here with the other younger kids, he was something of a real older brother. His greatly enhanced stealth and pickpocketing skills definitely attributed to the decision, but soon he was running around showing them the best ways to rob money, food and other trinkets for selling off people. Not exactly the most noble of tasks, but if he was helping some deprived kids to get some food and water, where was the harm? He was the Robin Hood of his time, really.
As he advanced into his late teenage years, his methods of swindling and swiping became more advanced. He matured in some ways and stayed just as childish in others, but Devlyn was definitely starting to grow up. Come his twentieth birthday, he decided his life of disorganised crime and pickpocketing had become dull. There was no excitement in taking from the rich and giving to the poor anymore, there was no adrenaline rush in the midst of a chase whenever he got caught (not that he got caught anymore). Some nights he picked a passerby at random and followed them wherever they were headed, getting closer and closer just to see if they would detect him. They hardly ever did. He was bored of his life now. There was no challenge, no hurdle to get over, there was no point. He had come to the city to test himself, but now he was running out of tests.
Then, one day, he changed all that. In his boredom and restlessness, he had become completely reckless. So, whilst passing Phoenix Tavern one day, he spotted two Knights lounging outside. In a choice of ill judgement, Devlyn decided to try and steal one of the Knight's weapons. Needless to say, he got noticed. Immediately, Devlyn had to run for his life. What had been two guards turned into a dozen, and despite his intricate knowledge of every street and back alley, he eventually found himself cornered. He had thrown the small dagger away some time beforehand and was now left unarmed. No matter how skilled he thought he was, he knew he wouldn't be able to slip away this time. Next thing he knew, he was in the Blood Chamber.
To him it seemed irrational - to be thrown in the Blood Chamber for simple thievery? Fair enough, he had tried to steal what was probably a rather expensive blade from one of the King's men, but honestly, he thought it was all a bit much. Luckily for Devlyn, he didn't have to stay there very long. Somehow (and he's not even sure how he managed it himself) he was able to talk his way out of the Hellish prison by striking a deal. It didn't take long before they realised he was a Vernula and after that they decided he could be useful. They used one of the local homeless kids as collateral and leverage and sent him on a mission of sorts. "Follow this guy, learn this that and the other, come back, tell us about it," were the basic instructions.
Devlyn was thrilled to find that the job was quite tasking (all the while recalling that there was a life at stake) and he thrilled in his success. He reported back with all the right intel and found himself hoping for some other job for him to do. He didn't care if they were using him or that they didn't trust him - if it made him buzz with a new vibrance in life, then why should he care otherwise? As he fell into a routine of fetching information (and making the odd kill), Devlyn found his loyalty sparking. Before he had only ever been loyal to the drifters and tramps, having spent so much time with them, and before that, although it had quickly waned, he had been loyal to his family. But now he was in with a new crowd and despite their questionable attitudes towards him, the young Vernula came to rely on them. After that it all became a simple case of working his way up the ladder. As he successfully completed job after job, Devlyn became trusted with more information and more intelligence.
He had matured quickly, although there was still that undercurrent of culpable glee. Come the Day of Lacrima, despite his advancement, Devlyn was kept in the reserves. He had never been much of a direct fighter and so he followed orders and crept around the edges of the battle, avoiding much notice and keeping a distant watch over it all. The moment King Osirus fell, Devlyn knew it would be over. A major retreat began, and Devlyn retreated with them. Unlike most, he headed back for the castle - it was his home now and he wasn't ready to go anywhere else just yet. Now he simply wanders about, checking up on things. With the lack of troops, he was promoted right up to Sergeant Major General, something that is proving to be quite daunting for him right now but he's slowly adjusting. Now it's all a matter of adjusting to the new authority and the new order of things. It'll be hard, but Devlyn is definitely up for it.
.__{{T H E End
.Role Play Sample.
(Butbutbut, do I have to?.. Screw it, I'm using the same one I used for Jarleth's app...! It's really different to how I rp now, but it shall do..)
It was cold this time of year, especially in the North Mountains. Jarleth was back again, just for the winter, all on his own. He tried not to think of long Winter’s spent with Aksis, who always seemed to make them shorter, warmer, and far more enjoyable. It was not a struggle for food, or for warmth, it was simply a good time. Jarleth’s hand instinctively moved to his chest, where Aksis’ pendant now rested against Jarleth’s heart. Jarleth fought back the tears, fought back the memories. He could remember it, now, so vividly. It had been a wonderful day for the autumn months; cool but not cold, warm but not incapacitating. Jarleth had just been passing through the city – it had been his second time there, he was just curious, just wanted to take a quick peak before returning to his hard training back in the Mountains for the Winter. Then he had spotted him. Aksis sprawled messily on the back of a coffin cart.
Jarleth had hardly believed his own eyes. He ran over to the cart, ignoring the two guards alongside it as he scrambled towards the limp body of his sibling. His eyes were lifeless, his skin was whiter than snow and his shirt was stained with blood as a large gash was torn across his chest. Jarleth had to force one of the guards against a nearby wall before they would tell him what had happened, and even then the pompous bastards had been quick and reluctant before making empty threats and insults that Jarleth hardly listened to. He had been stealing bread. Bread.
Probably for some poor starving children, Jarleth thought bitterly, returning to reality as he sat in a cave, a warm fire crackling before him and lighting his charming features that were tainted with depression and anger. His cheeks were shiny from the wet tears, his eyes were burning with rage and hate and his mind was filled only with thoughts of revenge. Jarleth was suddenly whirled back to that warm October day that now seemed so cold, so empty. Jarleth had released the guard from his grip and returned to his brother’s side, weeping and letting out a roar of rage. As the guards attempted to move the cart along, Jarleth attempted to stop them, but even in his state of shock and loss he knew better than to allow them to call for backup and deliver Jarleth to the same fate.
So he resorted to begging and pleading. He would not allow his only brother to be thrown unceremoniously into some ditch by some bastard guards that didn’t give a shit. No, Aksis deserved a better funeral than that, a better goodbye. The guards had laughed at first, relishing in Jarleth’s desperation before chucking Aksis’ body, which contorted like a rag doll through the air, into Jarleth’s arms. Jarleth had simply knelt there, in the middle of the busy street, and sobbed. Sobbed and mourned and wept over his brother. Eventually Jarleth chose to move and carried Aksis limp, lifeless body a few miles outside of the city, finding a suitable place for his burial.
If Jarleth had the option, he would much rather have buried Aksis somewhere in the North Mountains, but Jarleth just wouldn’t be able to bring Aksis’ body that far. It would start to rot and smell soon enough and Jarleth wouldn’t be able to leave the body to hunt because then some bear or wolf or other predator would come along and ravage the corpse. So Jarleth simply had to settle with the small meadow. He dug with his hands, continuing to weep and sob over the sudden loss of his brother and a number of hours later, with very dirty nails; Jarleth laid his brother Aksis to rest. It was so hard to take in, that his brother was gone. If Jarleth had left him in the military and perhaps overheard someone talking about it then perhaps it would be less of a shock… But he had just been travelling. He stole some bread and the dirty bastards killed him.
Well, alright, Jarleth knew Aksis had probably put up a fight of some kind and for that reason Jarleth wished his brother had, like he had when he had been separated from Aden, ran. But no, he had stayed and fought. Jarleth wondered if there had been children with Aksis at the time, because by this point Jarleth had stubbornly decided that his brother had stolen that bread for some poor starving children as it seemed far more worthy a reason for his brother to be gone than simply to steal bread for his own stomach. Yes, Jarleth was now sure that Aksis had been defending some poor starving children from the guards when they had been caught stealing bread, aided by Aksis of course. That was it. That was how Jarleth’s brother had left this world – helping poor helpless children. Jarleth’s hand tightened around the pendant.
It was the last thing he had that could remind him of Aksis. He had hardly recognised his brother on that cart until he had seen the pendant and taken a closer look. Jarleth nearly considered that it may not have been Aksis, but no, that would be giving him false hope, and besides, Jarleth knew well it was his brother. It couldn’t have been anyone else. Jarleth took a deep breath before releasing a long sigh. He bit his lip, quickly rubbed his nose, sniffed and got to his feet, brushing some of the dirt from his clothes. He had thought this would be a fine place to sleep tonight, but no, he now decided that he needed to find cover somewhere else. He grabbed the few things he carried with him; his long sword, a number of throwing knives, a water gourd, a money pouch and a food bag, and then, stamping out the fire, he exited the cave.
He would find somewhere more suitable to stay, somewhere that wasn’t so dark and gloomy. Where he would find such a place in the light snowstorm that brewed in the Mountains, he did not know, and if he did not find somewhere well then he would simply keep hiking. Jarleth couldn’t just sit in that gloomy cave and linger over his brother – he had to either find somewhere cheerier, or just find something cheerier to do. “Pull yourself together, Jarleth,” he told himself, bracing the cold winds. “It’s what Aksis would’ve wanted.”
.How did you find this site?
Originally? No clue. Recently? Nata told me.
.Name.
Cleo
.Age.
14
.Activity.
Hopefully at least once a day. Nata will keep me in check anyhow.
.Experience.
At least three years... Probably four...
.Contact Info.
chloecleoohara@hotmail.com should be sufficient enough.
Who were the Original Knights?:
Why the legendary Israfel, Lourette, and Laties of course. xD
.__{{T H E Character
.Name.
Devlyn Nox (lacking a middle name a lil' bit)
.Nickname.
Dev, Devil or Nox are the usual suspects.
.Age.
Thirty, thirty-one, that kind of area.
.Birthday.
Sometime in the Winter. He never really bothered to celebrate it.
Race:
Vernula.
Allegiance:
His loyalties lie with Queen Marcelle/the Knights of Osirus.
Profession/Rank:
Sergeant Major General.
.Hair.
Short and blonde/fair.
.Eyes.
Naturally, a very vibrant blue, although he sometimes tones down the colour to look a bit more... human.
.Physical Description.
As a Vernula, Devlyn typically plays various different roles around various different people. To some he could be the big softy who avoids violence and confrontation. To others he could be the complete opposite; merciless and bloodthirsty, just like all those rumors about the Knight of Osirus say they should be. It is in his nature to have an appearance that can very easily be perceived as anything, and his only true give away is the one thing he can change with the blink of an eye. Literally. The vibrant blue form his iris takes could potentially reveal him as a Vernula, but thankfully, one of the benefits of being a Vernula allows him to tone back the intense colour to something a little more human.
His golden hair is kept short and out of the way; he had never gotten into that whole trend of longer locks and he probably never would. His face is young and fresh, just like any Vernula's should be, but there's something else there too. It's a hint of innocence with a hint of a guilt; a hint of naivety, but with a hint of experience. It's a number of things that clash against one another and immediately tell any knowledgable eyes that Devlyn is young beyond his years, but he's still lived to some extent. He's tall, bordering on 6'1", with shoulders that could've been broad once upon a time, and still could be again someday, but they're just not there yet.
In open surroundings, Devlyn carries himself well, like nobility, with shoulders back and spinal cord set straight, head held high and vibrant eyes focused dead ahead. In a shady environment, however, his posture slouches, his face becomes masked behind a hood and his irides dim, along with much of the light surrounding him. He moves swiftly and silently, breathing steady, ready to stalk, sleuth and stab; whatever the challenge calls for. His usual apparal at such a time is a black hooded cloak, a light tunic and very light boots (or his feet). His legwear varies, but doesn't normally place a pull on his skill.
Devlyn's arsenal is light and simple; a pair of silver daggers that stay on his person at all time, a number of smaller throwing knives, and, at times, a bow and a quiver full of arrows. Conflict and confontation aren't usually in his agenda, so it's a basic collection, but when the time calls for it, Devlyn can be quite efficient in using his weapons. Finally, Devlyn does own armour, mostly made up of chainmail and hardly ever used. He finds it's more of a challenge without it.
.Picture. And now we just ignore the modern-ish clothes and we're set!
.Celebrity Portrayal. David Anders will do for the moment... I must be the only one with a human portrayal... xD
.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes.
- Challenges
- Tests
- Praise
- Trickery
- Illusions
- Riddles
- Eavesdropping
- Spying
- Lying
- Faking his identity
- Loyalty
- Listening
- Exploring
- Success/Winning
.Dislikes.
- Failure/Losing
- Easy jobs
- Mess ups
- Getting caught
- Being underestimated
- Prejudice
- Confinement
- Confusion
- Being lied to
- Being distrusted
.Goals.
- Never fail - he strives to succeed and the thought of failure is
- Settle down - eventually. Right now he's quite content.
.Fears.
- Capture - he's not fond of being taken hostage.
- Confinement - he doesn't like being kept from roaming.
- Punishment - it's never pleasant to get punished when you're a Knight.
- Being a disappointment - he likes to be good at what he does and dislikes disappointing others with his poor efforts.
- The Blood Chamber - the short time he already spent there has definitely left him fearing it for the rest of his time.
.Personality.
This easily influenced young Vernula is the ideal target for manipulation with his perfect naivety and his unquestionable obedience. If he has a reason to follow orders or listen to someone, he will, repeatedly, as long as it keeps him preoccupied. The longer he listens to the same person, the more his loyalty builds, until eventually you have a very obedient little puppy like Devlyn. His devotion to the Knights of Osirus has grown over the years and now, following orders from whatever superior he has is the only thing he knows. Despite all his blind faith and trust, Devlyn is quite cunning and intelligent, as well as being very responsible whenever the time calls for it. He knows how to talk his way out of a bad situation and he's very careful with his choice of words.
He isn't an angry or easily frustrated person; insults, jibes, teases and other remarks wash right over him. He holds a soft spot for praise and congratulations in his efforts; but when he is scolded for his failures, whilst he doesn't take it to heart, it can sometimes abash his confidence. Devlyn is a realist, very down-to-earth and practical. He tries to keep a look at the bright side of things, but he always knows when something just won't work out. Whilst around his superiors, Devlyn can be very quiet and reserved, but otherwise he can be quite open and honest. If someone annoys him or tries to rant to him about some of their problems, Dev will turn around and basically tell them, very bluntly, how to solve their worries.
.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family.
.Father.
Dairuin Nox :: Unknown (Devlyn hasn't seen him for years)
.Mother.
Amaya Nox :: Unknown (Devlyn hasn't seen her for years)
.Siblings.
Nysha Nox :: Younger Sister :: Unknown
Elyana Nox :: Younger Sister :: Unknown
.History.
The chances of two Vernula meeting in their youth is slim these days, given the distinct lack of Vernula in general. There have never been many of the odd beings found in Alyssus, so when Devlyn's parents, Dairuin and Amaya, met in the streets of Du Aurella thirty odd years ago, it was surprising to say the least. They were both young for their species, mid-twenties perhaps, but they were on their way out of immaturity. They were friends for a number of years before the idea of eloping together ever crossed their minds; neither had ever been huge on the romance and somehow, in whatever relationships they did have, they focused more on humans instead of each other.
When they finally got together, they headed Westward, eventually settling just along the border of the Gurella Desert in the Saynt Plains. Devlyn was their first child and more of a handful than they could ever have expected him to be. Their next child, Nysha, was somewhat more docile and helped to keep her brother under wraps. For the first ten years of his life, Devlyn was something of a madman. He had an endless surplus of energy and was always eager to travel, roam and explore. He wanted to know every inch of every square mile from there to anywhere. More than that, he needed to know. Devlyn managed to get himself into more life-threatening situations as a child more than most people do in an entire lifetime. As much as they both tried to keep a leash on him, his parents still struggled to keep him at bay.
The arrival of a third child didn't help, and unfortunately Elyana seemed to be showing signs of being just as wild as her older brother. Come Devlyn's fourteenth birthday, they could cope no more. By now, like most Vernula, he was well capable of taking care of himself; in fact, he was eager to get away and "grow up", as he claimed he would no doubt do. So, after some brief time spent deciding on it, his parents eventually bid him farewell and sent their teenage son out on his own. He headed for the Capital of Alyssus, keen to roam its vast streets and test his skills on every nook and cranny in the city. To most, fourteen seemed too young an age for a boy to roaming around on his own. But when he hit the city, despite his immature tendencies and his childish enthusiasm, Devlyn proved to be quite the responsible little street urchin.
He quickly befriended some of the other local homeless kids, sharing certain similarities with them (despite his apparent contentment with sleeping out under the stars instead of under a roof). Still, Devlyn soon demonstrated that, whilst back home he had been the one who needed minding, here with the other younger kids, he was something of a real older brother. His greatly enhanced stealth and pickpocketing skills definitely attributed to the decision, but soon he was running around showing them the best ways to rob money, food and other trinkets for selling off people. Not exactly the most noble of tasks, but if he was helping some deprived kids to get some food and water, where was the harm? He was the Robin Hood of his time, really.
As he advanced into his late teenage years, his methods of swindling and swiping became more advanced. He matured in some ways and stayed just as childish in others, but Devlyn was definitely starting to grow up. Come his twentieth birthday, he decided his life of disorganised crime and pickpocketing had become dull. There was no excitement in taking from the rich and giving to the poor anymore, there was no adrenaline rush in the midst of a chase whenever he got caught (not that he got caught anymore). Some nights he picked a passerby at random and followed them wherever they were headed, getting closer and closer just to see if they would detect him. They hardly ever did. He was bored of his life now. There was no challenge, no hurdle to get over, there was no point. He had come to the city to test himself, but now he was running out of tests.
Then, one day, he changed all that. In his boredom and restlessness, he had become completely reckless. So, whilst passing Phoenix Tavern one day, he spotted two Knights lounging outside. In a choice of ill judgement, Devlyn decided to try and steal one of the Knight's weapons. Needless to say, he got noticed. Immediately, Devlyn had to run for his life. What had been two guards turned into a dozen, and despite his intricate knowledge of every street and back alley, he eventually found himself cornered. He had thrown the small dagger away some time beforehand and was now left unarmed. No matter how skilled he thought he was, he knew he wouldn't be able to slip away this time. Next thing he knew, he was in the Blood Chamber.
To him it seemed irrational - to be thrown in the Blood Chamber for simple thievery? Fair enough, he had tried to steal what was probably a rather expensive blade from one of the King's men, but honestly, he thought it was all a bit much. Luckily for Devlyn, he didn't have to stay there very long. Somehow (and he's not even sure how he managed it himself) he was able to talk his way out of the Hellish prison by striking a deal. It didn't take long before they realised he was a Vernula and after that they decided he could be useful. They used one of the local homeless kids as collateral and leverage and sent him on a mission of sorts. "Follow this guy, learn this that and the other, come back, tell us about it," were the basic instructions.
Devlyn was thrilled to find that the job was quite tasking (all the while recalling that there was a life at stake) and he thrilled in his success. He reported back with all the right intel and found himself hoping for some other job for him to do. He didn't care if they were using him or that they didn't trust him - if it made him buzz with a new vibrance in life, then why should he care otherwise? As he fell into a routine of fetching information (and making the odd kill), Devlyn found his loyalty sparking. Before he had only ever been loyal to the drifters and tramps, having spent so much time with them, and before that, although it had quickly waned, he had been loyal to his family. But now he was in with a new crowd and despite their questionable attitudes towards him, the young Vernula came to rely on them. After that it all became a simple case of working his way up the ladder. As he successfully completed job after job, Devlyn became trusted with more information and more intelligence.
He had matured quickly, although there was still that undercurrent of culpable glee. Come the Day of Lacrima, despite his advancement, Devlyn was kept in the reserves. He had never been much of a direct fighter and so he followed orders and crept around the edges of the battle, avoiding much notice and keeping a distant watch over it all. The moment King Osirus fell, Devlyn knew it would be over. A major retreat began, and Devlyn retreated with them. Unlike most, he headed back for the castle - it was his home now and he wasn't ready to go anywhere else just yet. Now he simply wanders about, checking up on things. With the lack of troops, he was promoted right up to Sergeant Major General, something that is proving to be quite daunting for him right now but he's slowly adjusting. Now it's all a matter of adjusting to the new authority and the new order of things. It'll be hard, but Devlyn is definitely up for it.
.__{{T H E End
.Role Play Sample.
(Butbutbut, do I have to?.. Screw it, I'm using the same one I used for Jarleth's app...! It's really different to how I rp now, but it shall do..)
It was cold this time of year, especially in the North Mountains. Jarleth was back again, just for the winter, all on his own. He tried not to think of long Winter’s spent with Aksis, who always seemed to make them shorter, warmer, and far more enjoyable. It was not a struggle for food, or for warmth, it was simply a good time. Jarleth’s hand instinctively moved to his chest, where Aksis’ pendant now rested against Jarleth’s heart. Jarleth fought back the tears, fought back the memories. He could remember it, now, so vividly. It had been a wonderful day for the autumn months; cool but not cold, warm but not incapacitating. Jarleth had just been passing through the city – it had been his second time there, he was just curious, just wanted to take a quick peak before returning to his hard training back in the Mountains for the Winter. Then he had spotted him. Aksis sprawled messily on the back of a coffin cart.
Jarleth had hardly believed his own eyes. He ran over to the cart, ignoring the two guards alongside it as he scrambled towards the limp body of his sibling. His eyes were lifeless, his skin was whiter than snow and his shirt was stained with blood as a large gash was torn across his chest. Jarleth had to force one of the guards against a nearby wall before they would tell him what had happened, and even then the pompous bastards had been quick and reluctant before making empty threats and insults that Jarleth hardly listened to. He had been stealing bread. Bread.
Probably for some poor starving children, Jarleth thought bitterly, returning to reality as he sat in a cave, a warm fire crackling before him and lighting his charming features that were tainted with depression and anger. His cheeks were shiny from the wet tears, his eyes were burning with rage and hate and his mind was filled only with thoughts of revenge. Jarleth was suddenly whirled back to that warm October day that now seemed so cold, so empty. Jarleth had released the guard from his grip and returned to his brother’s side, weeping and letting out a roar of rage. As the guards attempted to move the cart along, Jarleth attempted to stop them, but even in his state of shock and loss he knew better than to allow them to call for backup and deliver Jarleth to the same fate.
So he resorted to begging and pleading. He would not allow his only brother to be thrown unceremoniously into some ditch by some bastard guards that didn’t give a shit. No, Aksis deserved a better funeral than that, a better goodbye. The guards had laughed at first, relishing in Jarleth’s desperation before chucking Aksis’ body, which contorted like a rag doll through the air, into Jarleth’s arms. Jarleth had simply knelt there, in the middle of the busy street, and sobbed. Sobbed and mourned and wept over his brother. Eventually Jarleth chose to move and carried Aksis limp, lifeless body a few miles outside of the city, finding a suitable place for his burial.
If Jarleth had the option, he would much rather have buried Aksis somewhere in the North Mountains, but Jarleth just wouldn’t be able to bring Aksis’ body that far. It would start to rot and smell soon enough and Jarleth wouldn’t be able to leave the body to hunt because then some bear or wolf or other predator would come along and ravage the corpse. So Jarleth simply had to settle with the small meadow. He dug with his hands, continuing to weep and sob over the sudden loss of his brother and a number of hours later, with very dirty nails; Jarleth laid his brother Aksis to rest. It was so hard to take in, that his brother was gone. If Jarleth had left him in the military and perhaps overheard someone talking about it then perhaps it would be less of a shock… But he had just been travelling. He stole some bread and the dirty bastards killed him.
Well, alright, Jarleth knew Aksis had probably put up a fight of some kind and for that reason Jarleth wished his brother had, like he had when he had been separated from Aden, ran. But no, he had stayed and fought. Jarleth wondered if there had been children with Aksis at the time, because by this point Jarleth had stubbornly decided that his brother had stolen that bread for some poor starving children as it seemed far more worthy a reason for his brother to be gone than simply to steal bread for his own stomach. Yes, Jarleth was now sure that Aksis had been defending some poor starving children from the guards when they had been caught stealing bread, aided by Aksis of course. That was it. That was how Jarleth’s brother had left this world – helping poor helpless children. Jarleth’s hand tightened around the pendant.
It was the last thing he had that could remind him of Aksis. He had hardly recognised his brother on that cart until he had seen the pendant and taken a closer look. Jarleth nearly considered that it may not have been Aksis, but no, that would be giving him false hope, and besides, Jarleth knew well it was his brother. It couldn’t have been anyone else. Jarleth took a deep breath before releasing a long sigh. He bit his lip, quickly rubbed his nose, sniffed and got to his feet, brushing some of the dirt from his clothes. He had thought this would be a fine place to sleep tonight, but no, he now decided that he needed to find cover somewhere else. He grabbed the few things he carried with him; his long sword, a number of throwing knives, a water gourd, a money pouch and a food bag, and then, stamping out the fire, he exited the cave.
He would find somewhere more suitable to stay, somewhere that wasn’t so dark and gloomy. Where he would find such a place in the light snowstorm that brewed in the Mountains, he did not know, and if he did not find somewhere well then he would simply keep hiking. Jarleth couldn’t just sit in that gloomy cave and linger over his brother – he had to either find somewhere cheerier, or just find something cheerier to do. “Pull yourself together, Jarleth,” he told himself, bracing the cold winds. “It’s what Aksis would’ve wanted.”
.How did you find this site?
Originally? No clue. Recently? Nata told me.
