Adrian Wolven
-House Wyrvernfall-
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Appearance
Burdened with the youthful complexion that is often accustomed to Nobility, this man strikes out to most as Androgynous, both due to his age and his Elven heritage. His unusual eyes are a sight to behold, being stricken with Heterochromia, his left eye is a pale Crimson, and his right a pale Amethyst. Whenever he smiles or smirks, a flash of elongated canines is given, aswell as a small ringed piercing in the center of his lower lip. His eyes are cornered off with finely drawn eye-liner, and across his cheeks and forehead seem to be curious markings. His hair is long for a man, it drapes to just below his chin and is well-kept and perfumed.
He is often clad in leather and cloth, most if not all are dyed either Black or Taupe. The shoulders and forearms are adorned in light metal plating, which appear to be brushed up with markings. Notably on his right shoulder is a House sigil, one denoting a decapitated Wyvern head, with a Purple background and Black border.
Backstory
It was a stormy night, and a woman could be seen leaving the Manor at midnight. No one had even a slither of the woman's plans, but the guards stationed at the gate simply ignored her as if she was a spectre. A few hours would pass as she ventured further into the woods by the Manor, and she came upon a dimly lit Grove with a large center stone, upon which sat a rather lengthy Elven man. The man would drop off the rock and floated down to her level like a feather, and they both embraced each other romantically.
Fast forward to nine months in the future, and a clearly pregnant woman lay on a bed surrounded by other women, the woman being in utter anguish. She lay against a pillow in, screaming out in agony, as a rather stoic man stood above her, this being the head of the house, Harold Wyvernfall. He would grasp the woman's hand, and coo her with inspiring words. "Aethel, come on you can do this."
The woman, now known to us as Aethel, would push, and soon enough the screaming of an infant child could be heard. That child would bare two unique eyes, one of a pale Crimson and one of a pale Amethyst. Despite this deformity, Harold would take the babe into his arms, clearly happy with the birth of a male heir. He would hold the child's head up high, and speak out in a demanding tone. "You are Adrian Wyvernfall, my first son, and heir to the House."
The coming years would be good for House Wyvernfall, the Lord of the House had recently garnered himself a male Heir, and their trading with the roving merchants had gone better than ever. The Manor itself had been expanding to accomidate the new child's, Adrian, playthings and educational rooms. Adrian himself would be no more than ten, but his size was great, almost as if he were aging quicker than normal. Harold, his father, saw this as a great thing, his child being a strong titan among men.
Adrian would be taught his percieved birthright's history, the House was built by Arcane scholars, who by their own words were the children of Dragons, and would often brag about how they hunted great Dragon-like beasts, known as Wyverns. The latter being a known truth, and was the basis for their name. The modern rulers of Wyvernfall had no known magical ability, and it seemed to be that Adrian followed suit, he was simply trained by his father and mother how to effectively wield a Rapier to protect himself.
Come his eighteenth birthday, Adrian would be awarded a seal of the House to wear upon his person, the sigil which depicts a decapitated Wyvern head atop a field of Taupe with a Black border. His father, Harold, personally gave him his own Raprier, as a symbol of what Adrian was to be. The night went on with many merriments, and the sound of cheering could be heard throughout the night. Adrian came into himself in the recent years, and like many young men would be a particually randy teenager, he cared not if it were man or woman, only that he would bed them. But don't let this fool you, despite his larger than life outlook, he cared for people, Nobility and Commoners a like.
As the night neared it's climax, there could be heard a roar of flames in the distance, the Guards of the House were the first to respond, and they came upon an out-house engulfed in almost hellish fire. A robed figure would come from behind, raising his hand towards the Guards and firing the same hellish hued flames from their hands that engulfed the building. The two men that saught out the cause of the disturbance fell into a mound of ash, all that was left was their armor and blades. Upon seeing this, a Noble woman attending the party had screeched out in horror, and so Adrian and his Mother were rushed inside, much to the dismay of Adrian, who, would have stayed to fight with his father.
The battle seemed to rage on forever, or that was how Adrian percived it, as he and his mother, along with the maids, were stuck beneath the hold in a cellar. The night went on, and when the sounds of metal and magic would cease, Adrian went above to inspect. All he found, were mounds of ash and impaled robed figures. He would inspect each, searching for his father in a furied daze, untill he came upon a mound, which sat atop, was the seal of House Wyvernfall.
As Adrian went to grasp, what he percieved to be his father's sigil, he was clonked aside the head with something heavy and hard. When he awoke he was surrounded by many figures, all donned in similar robes to the impaled cadavers about him. One in particular, who was donned in a rather marvelous blue robe, would approach him, and pull back his hood. That figure, who now is clearly Elven, would reach out to grasp Adrian's head, with a burning hot palm, untill suddenly, his mother would rush to the Elf's side. They would converse and Adrian could not understand much due to his likely concussion, but it was clear she was pleading to the man, and it seemed to work as the Elven man looked to Adrian in a shocked expression.
Aethel, Adrian's mother, would kneel beside him and stroke his hair, even though he was dazed he could make out her muffled voice. "It's alright... He is a.. friend." A dazed Adrian is raised by some figures, not forcefully, but more like royalty as he would be carried from the massacre of his party. His mother walking freely beside the blue robed Elven man, she seemingly wasn't as upset by the massacre as Adrian was, and even though he were dazed, it peaked his interest.
[I will add to this at a later date!]
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