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So I decided to write this in a sort of, abnormal way compared to everyone elses backstories. I started off by writing his defining moment, but not the actual moment itself as you'll soon notice. It may come across as a bit dark to some people so if I does I apolagize for any harm I caused. What I have here written down at the moment is the extent of what I've written so far. So basically nothing here is final except for the Present day Into paragraphs and the Into section itself. The character this is for, my character, his name is Aldan Mikel Iotherence and he is a 29 year old human male.
Please feel free to critique, what there is so far, correct any of my writing errors, or correct me for lore errors. Also feel free to suggest ideas for further writing, and anything else you may want to suggest.
I'll be continuously adding to this WIP backstory until it's completetion which hopefully with the help of you guys, will be quite soon. Thank you for the help!
Intro
A youth who answered to the name Clydian was running along a path near his mountainside home in the rural area of Fendarfell. Aldan Iotherence, his father, followed the boy with a glinting blade in a naked sheathe on his hip, smiling as he watched son play on the path.
The sun was in its decline, casting a purplish hue on the clouds in the sky. The dark violet wisps in the air contrasted drastically with the vibrant orange and red of the sky. It was breathtakingly beautiful, as some would describe the scene before them. It was a normal sunset if Aldan had ever seen one.
As the duo approached their home, a voice rang out of the open door. "Supper is ready," a feminine voice called. Aldan scooped up Clydian, perching him up on his shoulders. He carried his son to the humble home. Aldans Household household consisted of three people. On any given day there would be commotion near the mountainside home. Their small garden did little in the harsh environment, but it produced enough food for the family to survive in the frigid days of Frostshroud. Illiena, Aldans Wife, had golden locks and angled facial structure that held sea blue eyes. The youngest, and only one of Aldans children was Clydian, an adventurous seven year old with grey eyes and blond hair.
As the three sat down around the table Illiena, smiling warmly turned to her son and stated "Why don't you bless the meal Clydian, since you've never done it before, it would be fun to try.". Clydian attempted to contest but with a stern look from Aldan stopped before any words escaped his mouth. Slowly Cly shut his agape mouth and grabbed his father and mothers hands, slowly closing his eyes and bowing his head. Everything grew quiet and Clydian Began.
"O' Theon, Saint of Virtue, and Life-giver, Bless this food to our use, and us to your service, make us grateful for all your mercies, and mindful of the needs of others. Virtue is the idea of caring for every Human, so we bless you for the virtue of this food, for your virtue through this meal. O' saint, we thank the. Virtutem, divinitatis, libero diam, haec agimus, Amen."(Virtue, Divinity, Freedom, and Cooperation, for these things we thank the, Amen)
The meal went off without a hitch, the normal laughter, smiles, and yelling of a family meal resounded throughout the home. But as things slowly calmed down and the house grew quiet as the table was cleared, Aldan began to feel strange. He didn't feel like this was real in the slightest of margins, as the words resounded throughout his mind Aldan blinked.
As his eyes reopened he shot back in his chair, throwing its squeaky frame against the far wall. The happy, vibrant image of his sweet, and close knit family meal was gone. Now, there was still vibrant light, but not from a controlled, burning flame within a few lanterns, but an unkempt, uncontrolled flame that engulfed the ceiling and the walls.
Within the light of the flames, upon a blood covered floor, his wife lay, her son nestled within the crutch of her arm. Suddenly falling to his knees Aldan began to scream and cry. The dam holding back his tears bursting and causing all the emotions that he had held back to rapidly expand and explode.
A clean cut ran along his sons neck, and a bloody mess covered his wife's stomach. His son was dead, and his wife, her breathing ragged and her words soft, was on the verge of entering the void. As he held his wife and son the fire slowly grew. engulfing the home and casting the surrounding land with it's rapidly expanding combination of shadows and light.
Present Day
A man lay within the clearing. His black and silver hair laced with twigs and leaves. He wasn't homeless or beaten man. But a reckless drunk whom had thought this the best place to rest his head. Groaning loudly as he sat up the man turned and sized up his surroundings. Reaching for his head, his muscles and joints creaking and popping, he said, "Void Damn me, I thoug' I 'ad a bit to much las' night", his voice raspy and broken due to a dry throat, as the throbbing pain of a hangover resounded throughout his skull.
Finally coming to his senses and recognizing his surroundings he stood slowly and leaned backwards so as to crack his back. The Pops resounded loudly as he bent, and as the last of his vertebrae slowly stretched he let out a sigh of relief. "I shoulda stayed within' tha damn Tavern" he said chuckling to himself for his ignorance. Adjusting his cloak, it threaded with the Symbol of a golden sun set upon a white field, He turned and strolled towards the town from which he had received his drink the previous evening. The hilt of his blade clinking in beat with his footsteps against the dragon-mail scales upon the side of his shirt.
As he entered through the gate he turned left and strolled towards a local record keepers Shop. He had been going here for 4 nights, telling a man that had been unreasonably and inexplicably interested in the mans Life story. He had offered a huge amount of coin for him to mention every detail, and you'd have to be a void damned fool to not take that many Regals to tell a man of your life. "I 'ould buy myself a damned shop for tha' much coin" The man thought to himself as he opened the Shops door. The smell caught him off guard, as it had everyone of the previous four times he had entered. It was a mixture of leather, ink, and paper, with a slight hint of burnt tea leaves mixed into the overwhelming waft of smells. A small bell above the door rang as it's well oiled hinges slammed it shut without a squeak.
Paper sat all about in neat stacks, some strung together by thread, others sitting loosely upon any open space available. The walls were lined with bookshelves without even a single speck of dust, not a spot empty, and many of the books spines being to worn of their spine titles or in some language he had never seen before. "Damned writers, thes' books must of cost a fortune."
He heard the feint sound of a curse followed by a loud wooshing sound as an enormous stack of paper spilled all over the floor. The one who cursed stood as if nothing happened and sat at a neat, tidy little desk centered near the back of the shop. Waving him over towards the chair opposite himself.
Smiling lightly the man looked up and began to speak to him, "Hello Aldan, are you ready to begin? This Early?" Aldan scoffed, "Of course I am, lets get going already, I've got things I Got' be doing." Never ceasing to smile, the man waved him down to sit and went into the back of the shop to retrieve what had already been written, for he would recite it all to me again before anything new was to be added. Of course he persisted to read it from Aldans point of view rather than in a third person, which ground on his Nerves immensely. "You know how this works by now, hopefully" The man said, still smiling, as he sat the stack of parchment down upon the desk and took the first sheet in his hand. "Yes, yes. I know." Aldan replied. "Then let us begin"
Birth through age 5
"Born three years after my older sister Elayne, and a year after my brother, Da'ed, in the year of 273 on the 23rd of May, I was born within the town of _________. My mother, Eldire Iotherence, cared for me and my siblings, primarily alone for my father was often at work. My Mother was dedicated to bringing us up in the best way she knew how, teaching us the beauty behind everything and moment of life.
During the ages of two to five, I was deaf. And my sister, I still don't know why, out of feeling sorry for me or just wanted to help, ended up Teaching me to read and write despite my disadvantage. Me and Elayne formed a bond between my soundless years, wherein we became immensely protective over one another and nearly inseparable. Elayne would, whenever trouble came our way, stand in front of me and take the blame or danger, determined to protect me. This usually ended up with her unfortunately taking the punishment, and despite this, she never asked for anything in return.
Becoming Able To Hear
It was summer time and my father had taken a week from work to show me and my siblings the Summer Festival in Regalia. As soon as we stepped off that boat, My eyes began to sparkle with awe. Although I was unable to hear the music, laughter, and joy that was audible to others. I could smell the food, see the looks of happiness on their faces, I could feel the music as I saw people dancing around a band.
That place made me feel alive, it made me feel as if being able to hear didn't matter. I didn't care that I would never hear my own voice, or that I would never be able to hear the song of a bird, or the bubbling of a rushing brook like the characters in my books described. I cared that I was alive, that I could see, taste, and smell. And I cared that I was lucky enough to have such an amazing family. These were the things I cared for, and these are the things that brought me happiness. But happiness is never infinite, it is limited by what causes it or what is done about or to it. And for me, this was far more than true.
The sun was slowly hiding it's face behind the horizon, casting hues of purple orange and gold throughout the clouds as if a God was descending. I had been enthralled by the festival as of yet, the food, the sites, the smells, all of it brought immense joy. But when my sister told((writes on paper for me to read)) that there was going to be a fireworks show, my heart skipped a beat. I had only ever seen a Firework once, those magical explosives that the Luminators fired up into the sky from their cannons of light. Casting explosive artistries of color and flame across the black night sky. And I was fascinated by them. But My fascination caused me more harm than I would of ever expected. Right as the show began, I ran off to where they were being launched from, eager to see how such magnificent acts were preformed
Please feel free to critique, what there is so far, correct any of my writing errors, or correct me for lore errors. Also feel free to suggest ideas for further writing, and anything else you may want to suggest.
I'll be continuously adding to this WIP backstory until it's completetion which hopefully with the help of you guys, will be quite soon. Thank you for the help!
Intro
A youth who answered to the name Clydian was running along a path near his mountainside home in the rural area of Fendarfell. Aldan Iotherence, his father, followed the boy with a glinting blade in a naked sheathe on his hip, smiling as he watched son play on the path.
The sun was in its decline, casting a purplish hue on the clouds in the sky. The dark violet wisps in the air contrasted drastically with the vibrant orange and red of the sky. It was breathtakingly beautiful, as some would describe the scene before them. It was a normal sunset if Aldan had ever seen one.
As the duo approached their home, a voice rang out of the open door. "Supper is ready," a feminine voice called. Aldan scooped up Clydian, perching him up on his shoulders. He carried his son to the humble home. Aldans Household household consisted of three people. On any given day there would be commotion near the mountainside home. Their small garden did little in the harsh environment, but it produced enough food for the family to survive in the frigid days of Frostshroud. Illiena, Aldans Wife, had golden locks and angled facial structure that held sea blue eyes. The youngest, and only one of Aldans children was Clydian, an adventurous seven year old with grey eyes and blond hair.
As the three sat down around the table Illiena, smiling warmly turned to her son and stated "Why don't you bless the meal Clydian, since you've never done it before, it would be fun to try.". Clydian attempted to contest but with a stern look from Aldan stopped before any words escaped his mouth. Slowly Cly shut his agape mouth and grabbed his father and mothers hands, slowly closing his eyes and bowing his head. Everything grew quiet and Clydian Began.
"O' Theon, Saint of Virtue, and Life-giver, Bless this food to our use, and us to your service, make us grateful for all your mercies, and mindful of the needs of others. Virtue is the idea of caring for every Human, so we bless you for the virtue of this food, for your virtue through this meal. O' saint, we thank the. Virtutem, divinitatis, libero diam, haec agimus, Amen."(Virtue, Divinity, Freedom, and Cooperation, for these things we thank the, Amen)
The meal went off without a hitch, the normal laughter, smiles, and yelling of a family meal resounded throughout the home. But as things slowly calmed down and the house grew quiet as the table was cleared, Aldan began to feel strange. He didn't feel like this was real in the slightest of margins, as the words resounded throughout his mind Aldan blinked.
As his eyes reopened he shot back in his chair, throwing its squeaky frame against the far wall. The happy, vibrant image of his sweet, and close knit family meal was gone. Now, there was still vibrant light, but not from a controlled, burning flame within a few lanterns, but an unkempt, uncontrolled flame that engulfed the ceiling and the walls.
Within the light of the flames, upon a blood covered floor, his wife lay, her son nestled within the crutch of her arm. Suddenly falling to his knees Aldan began to scream and cry. The dam holding back his tears bursting and causing all the emotions that he had held back to rapidly expand and explode.
A clean cut ran along his sons neck, and a bloody mess covered his wife's stomach. His son was dead, and his wife, her breathing ragged and her words soft, was on the verge of entering the void. As he held his wife and son the fire slowly grew. engulfing the home and casting the surrounding land with it's rapidly expanding combination of shadows and light.
Present Day
A man lay within the clearing. His black and silver hair laced with twigs and leaves. He wasn't homeless or beaten man. But a reckless drunk whom had thought this the best place to rest his head. Groaning loudly as he sat up the man turned and sized up his surroundings. Reaching for his head, his muscles and joints creaking and popping, he said, "Void Damn me, I thoug' I 'ad a bit to much las' night", his voice raspy and broken due to a dry throat, as the throbbing pain of a hangover resounded throughout his skull.
Finally coming to his senses and recognizing his surroundings he stood slowly and leaned backwards so as to crack his back. The Pops resounded loudly as he bent, and as the last of his vertebrae slowly stretched he let out a sigh of relief. "I shoulda stayed within' tha damn Tavern" he said chuckling to himself for his ignorance. Adjusting his cloak, it threaded with the Symbol of a golden sun set upon a white field, He turned and strolled towards the town from which he had received his drink the previous evening. The hilt of his blade clinking in beat with his footsteps against the dragon-mail scales upon the side of his shirt.
As he entered through the gate he turned left and strolled towards a local record keepers Shop. He had been going here for 4 nights, telling a man that had been unreasonably and inexplicably interested in the mans Life story. He had offered a huge amount of coin for him to mention every detail, and you'd have to be a void damned fool to not take that many Regals to tell a man of your life. "I 'ould buy myself a damned shop for tha' much coin" The man thought to himself as he opened the Shops door. The smell caught him off guard, as it had everyone of the previous four times he had entered. It was a mixture of leather, ink, and paper, with a slight hint of burnt tea leaves mixed into the overwhelming waft of smells. A small bell above the door rang as it's well oiled hinges slammed it shut without a squeak.
Paper sat all about in neat stacks, some strung together by thread, others sitting loosely upon any open space available. The walls were lined with bookshelves without even a single speck of dust, not a spot empty, and many of the books spines being to worn of their spine titles or in some language he had never seen before. "Damned writers, thes' books must of cost a fortune."
He heard the feint sound of a curse followed by a loud wooshing sound as an enormous stack of paper spilled all over the floor. The one who cursed stood as if nothing happened and sat at a neat, tidy little desk centered near the back of the shop. Waving him over towards the chair opposite himself.
Smiling lightly the man looked up and began to speak to him, "Hello Aldan, are you ready to begin? This Early?" Aldan scoffed, "Of course I am, lets get going already, I've got things I Got' be doing." Never ceasing to smile, the man waved him down to sit and went into the back of the shop to retrieve what had already been written, for he would recite it all to me again before anything new was to be added. Of course he persisted to read it from Aldans point of view rather than in a third person, which ground on his Nerves immensely. "You know how this works by now, hopefully" The man said, still smiling, as he sat the stack of parchment down upon the desk and took the first sheet in his hand. "Yes, yes. I know." Aldan replied. "Then let us begin"
Birth through age 5
"Born three years after my older sister Elayne, and a year after my brother, Da'ed, in the year of 273 on the 23rd of May, I was born within the town of _________. My mother, Eldire Iotherence, cared for me and my siblings, primarily alone for my father was often at work. My Mother was dedicated to bringing us up in the best way she knew how, teaching us the beauty behind everything and moment of life.
During the ages of two to five, I was deaf. And my sister, I still don't know why, out of feeling sorry for me or just wanted to help, ended up Teaching me to read and write despite my disadvantage. Me and Elayne formed a bond between my soundless years, wherein we became immensely protective over one another and nearly inseparable. Elayne would, whenever trouble came our way, stand in front of me and take the blame or danger, determined to protect me. This usually ended up with her unfortunately taking the punishment, and despite this, she never asked for anything in return.
Becoming Able To Hear
It was summer time and my father had taken a week from work to show me and my siblings the Summer Festival in Regalia. As soon as we stepped off that boat, My eyes began to sparkle with awe. Although I was unable to hear the music, laughter, and joy that was audible to others. I could smell the food, see the looks of happiness on their faces, I could feel the music as I saw people dancing around a band.
That place made me feel alive, it made me feel as if being able to hear didn't matter. I didn't care that I would never hear my own voice, or that I would never be able to hear the song of a bird, or the bubbling of a rushing brook like the characters in my books described. I cared that I was alive, that I could see, taste, and smell. And I cared that I was lucky enough to have such an amazing family. These were the things I cared for, and these are the things that brought me happiness. But happiness is never infinite, it is limited by what causes it or what is done about or to it. And for me, this was far more than true.
The sun was slowly hiding it's face behind the horizon, casting hues of purple orange and gold throughout the clouds as if a God was descending. I had been enthralled by the festival as of yet, the food, the sites, the smells, all of it brought immense joy. But when my sister told((writes on paper for me to read)) that there was going to be a fireworks show, my heart skipped a beat. I had only ever seen a Firework once, those magical explosives that the Luminators fired up into the sky from their cannons of light. Casting explosive artistries of color and flame across the black night sky. And I was fascinated by them. But My fascination caused me more harm than I would of ever expected. Right as the show began, I ran off to where they were being launched from, eager to see how such magnificent acts were preformed
