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The Boy:
Sent blind into the world to make their fortune was the Boy, pulling together coins and trophies to send back home. Kind, good-natured, the world was open before him and full of friends. He plied his trades of smithing and hunting, selling much of what he caught and pawning what crude works he could. He found kin and home with the Rangers, a steady enough life for him to practice in peace and have enough coin at the end of the month to spend some on himself. Here he learned of family and the warmth of companionship and cut his teeth on making friends, for it had been a scarce opportunity to socialize through the trips and moving and forests of his upbringing. With vicious face did he meet his foes, a snarl belying the dull teeth beneath. Here he sought to be a duality; a wild front that his foes may underestimate him, with his true character in reserve so that he may keep an edge. In this did he err, for he shared with all the former while quietly wishing for them to find the latter.
This time in his life ended amidst snowy trees, with the jaws of a dead wolf around his forearm.
Motivation: To sell, to earn, to save.
Theme: Keep the Wolves Away - Uncle Lucius
"There is only one unforgivable lie. That is the lie that says, this is the end, you are the conqueror, you have achieved it and now all that remains is to build walls higher and shelter behind them. Now, the lie says, the world is safe."
The Boy, Continued:
Here upon his path did he seek to conquer himself; his fears, his insecurities. He fancied himself a man for meeting the object of his fears and greeting it by blade, and so sought to be as men are; boisterous, vivacious, full of spirit and challenge. Only in duress did his character shine through; frightened, but determined to see it through for the sake of his friends. His error compounded, for he presented more boldly the lie that was his mask, the indecision on who he should be more surely cementing its place unseen. He tried to call out but knew not the words, found none to match his sentiments or confide his fears. He wondered if he was a man at all, or if the forests were more truly his home.
This time in his life ended on a hill in Blackrush, with blunt words ending a challenge laid.
Motivation: To find personality beyond being what was needed of him.
Theme: Through the Valley - Shawn James
"Strength without wisdom breeds nothing but savagery. Wisdom without strength promises nothing but extinction."
Aryn:
Here his faith was recognized and he found honor in the Goddess that deemed his understanding sufficient for blessing. He learned the value of ideas and the wisdom in challenging them, the value of learning things beyond simply what was practical. Here he came to understand that while simplicity is beautiful, it is a dreadful shame to be less than a man in pursuit of it. Here he made unlikely friends and went on grand adventures with them, learned of loss and sacrifice. He learned to be less brash, to consider himself a scholar before a warrior, though by now both were true; fear replaced by confidence, the uncertainty of war beaten back by the understanding of his ability. He came to understand beauty and nobility to be the state of perfection and the impossible pursuit of it.
This time in his life ended in hubris, of a figment claiming passage upon his mortal coil in a moment of vulnerability.
Motivation: To live. Finally, to live.
Theme: In the Air Tonight - Phil Collins
"His blood sang with the glory of the hunt, screaming like the wind slashing by. In that moment nothing, not the burden of command, nor the sting of loss, nor the fear of a faceless future, mattered. His existence was reduced to perfection, to the flat, hot, open expanse beneath and to the foe before him. The prey."
The Instrument:
Symbiosis, at least in name. Bloodlust imparted a new and not wholly disagreeable sensation; of power, of bloodshed without end. When they do battle it is a glorious partnership, its nature aligning with his inclination, but in peace it is an incessant thirst held back only by his dimming will. He knows not loss or grief or joy, all drowned in equal measure by the calls for blood and the focus to resist it. Exhaustion drives him to his earlier ideal of beauty; of being something primal, base and without complication. He struggles against this in times of clarity, setting the balance by leaning far into his academic mien. From the figment he inferred a dreadful idea of heretical allure, that in gathering more of its type he might forge a court of his own and honor his god by emulation. He resists the temptation in part, and seeks a solution to keep the figment at arm's length.
Motivation: Beauty.
Theme: No Love Division - "Boolus"
The Free:
The dagger sunk into the heart of his tormentor, and there was silence at last. Aryn knew peace once more, a joy that drew his burdens and lightened his step.
Motivation: Perfection
Theme: Wolf Totem - The HU
The Fey:
His blessing deepens. He can feel the forest in his bones, burrowing around and rooting into the marrow. He knows how the leaves move and how to dance in them, how to persuade the grass to hold secret his steps. The forest is old, ancient and indifferent to the walls that rise and crumble within it. He can feel it in his bones, the weight of eons flattening the concerns of civilization to insignificance. It all seems so young, so hasty; mortal concerns hardly a blink against the endless turn of the cycle. The forest is all that is, and all to do is to walk in it.
Motivation: Eternity
Theme: True Colors - Richie Kohan
The Lover:
A new sensation, a new experience; to love another, and have it returned. The Fallen Empress teaches him the spectrum of emotion that comes with caring for another above himself. He knows fear, concern for her life as well as his own, and he knows joy. Many adventures are had, many hunts, and he watches her grow with pride.
Motivation: The Present
Theme: Xue Hua Piao Piao Bei Feng Xiao Xiao - Don Dong
The Archivist:
A question asked of an archangel, and an answer to change his life irreparably. To gaze upon divinity is to risk blindness, and his blessing or curse for it was to remember the glimpse and all else eternal. No more can he forget the smiles than the tears, each moment etched forever in his memory. Sometimes a tool, a way to reflect and glean wisdom that may have been missed, it more often weighs as a burden as his pains and traumas pile on.
Motivation: Wisdom
Theme: In the Pines - Janel Drewis
The Ascended:
A blessing bestowed, but resisted as unearned. He understands not his God's will, only the bitter chagrin of rising to confidence in his abilities to be beaten back down to the same helpless state as so many times before. For all the years he is The Boy once more, uncertain and afraid despite the heights he has reached.
Motivation: Uncertain
Theme: Sixteen Tons - Tennessee Ernie Ford
The Father:
Children born, and everything changed. How different the world became after a look in their eyes. He felt great joy, and shame that he had not delivered them perfection.
Motivation: Cure the world's woes
The Soldier:
Torn from his family to fight a war between Gods. Aryn joined it reluctantly and left it disillusioned.
Motivation: Return home
The Idealist:
Perhaps if a man may change, so too may the world. His interests turn inwards, no longer aspiring to be a paragon of the divine first, but of himself.
Motivation: Apotheosis
Relations:
Theodra:
Theodra | Beautiful.
Almost Theodra:The Act of Cutting | The highest form of art.
Loved:Aelyth | His spouse. Every time he sees her he remembers what it felt like when she died.
Alyssa | His darling daughter.
Cael | His precious son.
Haldir | His other precious son.
Shard | His greatsword. Very fun to swing.
Good Friends:Podric | His knight in shining armor, literally. The one to come rescue him from his imprisonment.
Uriel | Aryn respects the man for his conviction and earnestness, even if their methods may differ.
Jaden | Competent. A welcome contemporary.
Somnastra | Competent, probably. Fairly amusing.
Ashna | A contemporary, though of different mien.
Devotion | His longsword. Nimble, precise.
Melee Weapons:
Swords | They're pretty great.
Daggers | Good in a pinch
Spears | Alright
Friends:Marian | Bad for his marriage. Reliable sort.
Cieren | Good at storytelling. Absolute chaos.
Halvar | A good lad. Reminds him of himself.
Yrdl | Another good lad.
J. Seeker | Also bad for Aryn's marriage.
Kharn | Reliable sort ahead.
Quill | She is helpful and has given him no reason to object. Also, she is somewhat amusing.
Ranged Weapons:Bows | Good for hunting, good for killing, but not as elegant as swords.
Knives | Occasionally deadly
New Friends:Harlow | A good shot. Perhaps wiser than most, but he's been fooled before.
Jacob | He wishes he wore a shirt more often.
Children (Not His):
Strongly Disliked:Bok'ra | Aryn occasionally wonders if he's a purer existence of his god's will than most, but ultimately doesn't put much stock in Bok'ra's philosophical merit. He considers him to be irritating, a threat to be dealt with when he presents himself, but not particularly stimulating otherwise.
Branko | Reprobate.
Candice | Has not gotten over their talk in the New Riseport tavern.
Hated:The Result of Cutting | A base, vile thing.
Jishrim | A base, vile thing.
Skraag | A base, vile thing.
Dranoden | The full subject of his inverted affections.
Retired Friends:Rose and Thorn | A brace of swords from when he first started playing with swords. They are remembered fondly.
Longsword, nameless | Given to Alyssa for her own use. He thinks it will do her well.
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