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To the stranger who reads this message..
Sir or Madam:
You may think there is no such thing as a war, or that the pitiful skirmishes you might have witnessed are truly horrifying. But none of it is true.
It is too easy to lose hope on the battlefield. To lose your identity, emotions, and the very essence that defines you..Your soul.
Everything gone without a trace.
And knowing every waking moment you can't ever get it all back.. All because of a single instance long ago. I wouldn't expect you to understand everything.
Just listen.
This is my story.
Remember it..
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Name: Sever
Alias: Sev (but few know of this and even fewer are permitted to call him this)
Gender: Male
Parents: Long gone..
Species: Draik/Dragon
Hide: Tough, but very smooth and covered with a many random markings. The dominant colors range from dark greys to a blaring white.
Physique: Subtly muscled, and very streamlined. Somewhat gaunt; with clear traces of a once stout body.
Enjoys: Very little. Thunder/rain, traveling, mystery, and solitude.
Despises: Cowards, arrogance, thieves, crowds, questions, ignorance, weakness, and emotions.
Love: Not possible.
Relatives: MeHae, Mizmonke
Personality: Impassive, brooding, and alien. He is very thorough yet subtle in his actions. Hardly, if ever, shows any hints of emotion. Very highly disciplined. Has little to no patience with others as well.
Quirks: Too many questions about himself further alienates him. He will take offense very quickly and can be somewhat dominating.
Wishes: ..Cannot be expressed.
x|[Epitaph]|x - - - - - - - - -
I will never die. Some say it's a gift. Some say it's a blessing. But I know it is a curse.
Because there is nothing for me to fear. There is nothing to bring my pleasure. I have seen enough to know that there is nothing new.
Everything is meaningless.
But long ago, I was not always like this. I could feel. I could laugh.
Most of all..
I could live. There was a war then that you would not know of. I remember the lost, and everyday I remember how very close I was to becoming one of them.
But I lived, and here I am now, telling you my story.
I decided this after watching the rain fall upon the bleached white bones of my comrades, concealing the traces of a ravaged land. Again, I will say that you will not be able to understand everything, for the story I am about to tell is a highly condensed one at that. But I will do my best.
My name is Sever, and I am alone again.
But I do not mind.
For as far back as I could remember I had always been alone. It suited me. However, unlike most, I had clear memories of my past. But I chose to relinquish them, and forge a new identity for myself. I lived recklessly, in constant danger, drunk with the potent sips of exhilaration and adventure. An intense life always teetering on the brink of death.
I fought, I slaughtered, I bled.
It was a way of life for me. In chaos I found my home and I scorned death. No warrior was too strong for me; no armor existed that I could not pierce. I thought I was invincible. And for a while, I was, although I was always in danger of losing my life. Even then I had nothing to live for; nothing to protect at all.
With every passing day, I wandered still further away from my native land to find worthy opponents. I was arrogant then.
When night fell, I stumbled onto an interesting forest. After a few moments of inspecting it, I concluded that this was, in fact, the source of many tales I had heard of. Everyone who had entered it never returned. And the legend remains true still, for I haven't completely recovered.
The ghastly tales fed my determination and spurred me forward. I found it my liking, and laughed inwardly at the threatening stories that I suddenly remembered. A dark forest was nothing to be afraid of. The fools.
In my path I soon discovered footprints, undoubtedly from one of my kind. Naturally, I followed them, marveling at how small each imprint was. I continued on until I reached a small clearing. I skimmed the edges of it, sensing another presence nearby. My nostrils were filled with pungent scent of decaying plants and the rich soil, while my hearing was preoccupied with the rain pouring furiously down, crashing against the earth in an eerie beat.
It took me much longer than usual to find the creature. Despite the dark sky, I could discern a compact bundle of scales very close to me, and it wasn't long until I could see the pitiful creature's face. Clearly, it was a young male draik entirely alone.
I turned away, deciding on the spot to spare his insignificant life, but stopped immediately upon hearing him speak.
He told me without a hint of fear, while holding his head far too high for one as young as him that he knew very well who I was. He knew I was the warrior who had killed scores of our kind, and that he hoped someday that he might be known across lands as I had been. His brow furrowed as he seemed to contemplate what to speak of next.
All the while I had said nothing, for what was there to say? He spoke enough for both of us. It was somewhat amusing how innocent he seemed. After a comfortable silence, he decided out loud to take me straight to his clan, to meet them.
Then, the youngster rambled on and on, completely confident that I would follow.
And I did follow, surprising myself. It was then I realized that I had not had company since as long as I myself was very small. And even stranger was the fact that I was not uneasy at all in his vibrant presence. I was also not concerned with meeting his clan. Should they attempt to impress harm upon me, I could always casually dispose of them all..
He led me into an intricate tangle of foliage, and without a moment's hesitation, plunged through the barely visible entrance.
Again, I followed suit, saying nothing, feeling nothing. When I arrived at the other end, I immediately prepared to defend myself.
But I had nothing to fear, for the clustered beasts were all aged and worn, their emotions etched deeply on their haggard brows. It was clear my reputation both fascinated and repulsed them simultaneously as they examined me. I eyed them all warily, in particular the dominant figure nearest to me. The resemblance of the aged draik who also held himself very proudly to the young one was unmistakable. It was obvious they were kin.
Again, I wondered how these strangers could bear to remain so bold in my presence. But these were no ordinary creatures, I sensed immediately. With a tired nod towards his son, the leader stepped closer to me, and immediately told me of their unique predicament.
No questions were asked about me, and they were not even the least suspicious.
He told me of their fierce rivalries with nearby clans and how the resources of the forest were lessening. They clashed terribly and frequently with each other. I could not suppress a crooked smirk at this, and hungered to fight.
The leader paused, looking slightly uncertain, but continued on.
He told me that because of the constant clashes they had had for so long, their numbers were greatly reduced, and very soon they would no longer stand a chance against the other clans. He told me that they had waited a long time for a strong, fearless warrior who would lead them into their final battle and that if I was to accept this position, I would receive a gift and become an honored member of their clan.
His words meant nothing to me, because I did not care for their petty squabbles over land and rewards. But I immediately accepted. After all, I had long wanted a mighty chaos to hurl myself into; to feel pulsing flesh between my teeth, and become wonderfully mad.
I had not expected anything too drastic by the simple act of joining their clan. But soon, I was taken aside by the leader and lead into a dank and ancient cave.
For the first time, I felt the stirrings of unease. Something. . Abnormal permeated this place.
Then the leader explained to me that all of the members of his clan had waited my arrival for centuries, and together they had all gathered the dregs of their supernatural abilities to create a gift for me. He explained that if I drank out of the shallow puddle beside him I would receive eternal life to kill and bring glory to their names. And mine.
He told me that they all had experienced a taste of immortality, but they had tired of life, and wished to be at peace. He said they had all decided to weaken their gift by giving it to me so that they would all become mortal again, and that I would live forever., because of this. And he continued to explain that this last battle would be entirely hopeless for them, but they were tired of living anyway, and prepared to meet their fates in an honorable way.
All the while, my mind burned the possibilities of this precious gift. Free forever to kill, wreak havoc. . I felt no hesitation. I plunged my snout into the pool, and drank until it disappeared. I felt no different from before, but the leader nodded gravely and thanked me for accepting their gift.
I had said nothing the entire time, and opened my mouth to finally reply, until my vision suddenly grew hazy. I slept soundly that night, in the very spot where I had collapsed, and when I awoke my mouth felt curiously chilled and numb.
And so passed that night. In the very next morning, I began to learn their refined tactics of battle; their plans; their dreams.
But I had not fathomed that I could ever grow so. . . Fond of the clan. And when the day of the war finally arrived, I felt uneasy again.
As we assembled into our discussed formation, the Leader asked that I lead them. I nodded, scanning the faces of the clan for fear. I only saw. . Acceptance and exhilaration on their faces, no fear whatsoever, and I felt immeasurably proud. As we massed together before the other clans, the young draik asked me if I could keep a secret. He lead me a little way from the others, and it was then that I realized I actually cared what would happen to him. .For all of them.
My clan.
He whispered softly, "Sever, I'm not really brave. I'm afraid. I don't want to die yet." With mournful eyes, he continued wistfully, "I still want to do things that I have gotten to do yet, and I want to grow up. But I won't be able to, right? I know I won't make it no matter what anyone tells me. . .
He hung his head, and shuffled quietly off, leaving me without a reply.
In that instant, something within me snapped. Blindly, I began to hate the rival clans, every single one of them for breathing our air; for existing. I felt myself being consumed with helpless rage. I could not stop my clan from meeting their deaths, and I could not protect them all.
For the first time in my entire life, I felt the true fear which I had so previously relished, and taken delight in. I was the victim, terrified of losing them all, watching them die.
War wasn't something to enjoy. It was something to prevent and despise, to protect those who held meaning to you from. I wanted to persuade them all to leave, but I realized I couldn't even begin to start.
They all looked so prepared. . I remembered how they had told me repeatedly how they all grown tired of life and wanted nothing more to rest eternally, and perhaps find the elusive paradise they had been searching for so long. And so, I thought. .I would give them something to remember. And I tell you, my heart was so very proud for them all, and yet, so angered at their fates.
Too soon, it began. The leader gave me one final glance, and I lead them, releasing my fury, rage, and helplessness in a roar.
I will never forget my noble comrades' faces. I will never forget the final thud of each of their bodies striking the earth; their final breath rattling their torn bodies.. I will never forget seeing the anguish and ferocity upon the little draik's face as he too, succumbed to the looming darkness, and closed his eyes for the final time.
I had lost myself in the chaos, the slaughter, and the darkness, and I too, felt myself spiraling into the glorious depths.
When I finally came to, I was the only one alive. Pieces of me had already withered away each time I saw a comrade fall, fighting for a lost cause, funneling their sadness and fury into their claws.
In the end, I became only a cheap, numb imitation of what I once was.
I tell you I died that day. . Perhaps not physically. . But I can no longer function as well as before.
Thus. . . This eternal 'life' is my curse.
But I can bear my burden. .
x|[Engraving]|x - - - - - - - - -
10.10.09
Dear Diary..
The world is crumbling away...
x|[War]|x - - - - - - - - -
The darkness encircles the moon,
A pair of orbs burn feverishly.
Within the anguished heart,
Feelings are rearranged then selected.
Rage, sorrow, and hunger
Surface upon a slick expanse.
Ahead, the bloated stars emanate
A desolate glow
To guide weary souls
on their final journey.
The smell of despair and sorrow clashes
In the bittersweet air.
Around, the moving stillness
Penetrates every soul, every fiber of essence...
The world holds its breath.
The lights from the sky burn only
For the lonely shadow,
Engulfing the world
With their fleeting beauty.
The brightness gradually dims,
Leaving only smoldering eyes
To dispense guidance and light.
Grueling burdens are cast off,
Weighted down by sorrows and sanity.
Cries ring out in the darkness,
The drumming of talons begin,
The reek of blood
The eyes of the dead
The rage that consumes them all,
The warrior who is no longer alone
in
War.
x|[Alliance]|x - - - - - - - - -
Perhaps I was not meant to be entirely alone in my life after all. Shortly after the massive war, I began to be observed, but I was far too fatigued and weak to spare it a thought. Only when night fell did this little creature appear, and when the darkness came, it was always there, darting about on the very edge of my vision. It was very strange how silent he was, and the only sounds he made were soft burbling noises.
In my helplessness, this little fellow brought me enough meat to keep me sane, hunting ceaselessly until the worst of my hunger abated. He watched me with an almost childlike curiosity. Eventually, when I had rested enough to move on my own, I decided upon a name for him. Wrath, in memory of my first and little friend, whose secret I have kept with me still. And in numerous ways, Wrath is very similar to the one I met first. They are both lively and without fear. Even physically, they resemble each other closely. However, despite the fact that Wrath is not able to speak in our tongue, he communicates very well with complex gestures.
I owe my health to Wrath.
As of now and forever we are companions.
At the present, it seems that Wrath has conjured up another companion of his, a curious beetle of some sort. The two often engage in mock battles, despite the great difference in their sizes, and it is not uncommon to find them in lively conversation, full of unintelligible sounds. There is never a dull moment around them.
Ah, well. They deserve this much at least.
But I still wonder about the two's mysterious pasts.. Perhaps someday I shall learn of it, although I cannot speak in their tongue..
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Detailed Personality Synopsis
Sever is a highly unique individual. Although his past is certainly not the most uplifting tale, it possesses interesting qualities. However, unlike the majority of those afflicted with horrendous and disturbing pasts, Sever has accepted his past and is never disturbed by it. At most, it will cause him to enter a pensive, withdrawn mood.
Sever has incredible amounts of self-discipline and determination. He has a high threshold for both mental and physical pain. He is callous towards most beings, and especially does not care for emotions. Surprisingly, he is quite humble, and even more so in comparison to his past self.
An unusual quality the he possesses is that he is strongly affected by the current weather surrounding him; perhaps due to the psychological strain he previously dealt with.
By day, he is very composed and reserved; with an almost strange elegance. If the weather is especially light and pleasing, he becomes more comfortably silent. During daylight, he is capable of being more considerate towards others, and is more placid.
In the rain and stormy weather, he grows peaceful and less defensive. He is admittedly fond of a cloudy sky with refreshing rain. But when night falls, Sever reveals fragments of his past self, becoming more bold and unpredictable, as well as proud and perilous.
He struggles against emotions, preferring to feel as little as possible and keep an impassive face, but often fails miserably. He is more of an understated leader than an obvious on, and his personality rebels against become a 'follower'. He is very open about his past.
It is not uncommon for him to suddenly lapse into a thoughtful silence, mulling over situations. He is prone to being uncomfortably blunt, and can be very impatient at times. Sever generally respects others privacy, but can be very demanding. He is excellent at giving out advice, but rarely dispenses it.
Sever is very selective when it comes to a choice for close companions. They must earn his respect and interest before he fully trusts them. However, should he form a strong friendship with a companion, they will find him unconditionally loyal and trusting. He will almost never approach and converse casually with a complete stranger.
By nature, he is somewhat reclusive during the day. He can be very mysterious and puzzling at times, and he cannot and will not tolerate cowardice and deceit. He values sharp wits and a clever tongue. He enjoys very little in life, and the majority of them revolve around nature. Every day, he watches the sun ascend and descend without fail.
Sever is often hasty in making decisions, and prefers actions over pondering. He likes to keep his distance from most relationships and is uncomfortable in dealing with emotions. He can be cold at times, and struggles greatly with his inclination towards violence.
Physical Descriptions
Sever possesses a slightly smaller than average body build. His muscles are subtly defined and he is well proportioned. His snout tapers to a point at the tip and is a tad longer than the usual. Above his nostrils lie two dark stripes, matching the hue around the markings of his eyes. They encircle his eyes completely, and seem to 'trickle' down. His strange eyes are constantly burning with fiery hues; his pupil is a deep crimson and the iris is comprised of reds, oranges, and yellows. Along his jawbone, he has three 'spikes' of an extremely dark grey. Above them, he possesses three horn-like protrusions of a light grey with an almost metallic quality.
Between the protrusions are dark webbings, also somewhat reflective. His mane consists of varying shades of silver; the darkest shade begins from his roots and fades as they lengthen. His mane is very course and jagged. His face, neck, and chest are white where they are not marked. On his neck, there is a single strip of coal running from the edge of his jowls to a little under his collarbones. The remainder of his body is a dark hue, and has white markings. Upon his shoulders are three crescent moons, and slightly past his elbows is another pair of pale stripes.
Protruding from his elbows are two metallic strips, similar to the ones on his skull. Along his spine are four, small vertical stripes, and along the top of his tail are circular bands of white. The tip of his tail has an almost trident-like mutation, and is capable of inflicting great harm. Along his hind legs are the same protrusions and his talons are silver.
His appearance is unusual, but it suits his unique self.
The Relations
His mother and father have passed away recently, living an extraordinary span of years. Sever feels no sadness for their passing, merely a faint regret that he did not develop a strong relationship with them. He remembers them as an unusual couple, his mother being very eccentric and intelligent, while his father was well known for his physical strength, and battle prowess. He often wonders how such a couple managed to produce an enigma like him, and finds the outcome of his life strangely fascinating in comparison to theirs.
The two were well known in their small community, and held some authority in it when Sever was extremely young. It is said they lead productive lives, each of them pursuing their interests. Sever's father was a mighty warrior in his younger years, but had renounced his volatile lifestyle for a peaceful one.
Sever's mother was a gifted beast, constantly questioning the accepted knowledge and often embarking on journeys to satisfy her thirst to understand mysteries.
As for now, they are at peace.
x|[Assembly]|x - - - - - - - - -
MeHae: A most fascinating female. . .I find her pursuit of art a noble thing, indeed. Together, we often contemplate and discuss things freely with each other. We understand each other very well, despite how different we are. I have also learned to never invade her territory. I nearly had an eye gouged out when I stumbled into her room. She claims it was accidental.
But was it. . .?
Kimakae: He is a strange one. . . I know little of him as he spends the majority of his time in an eerie place that he fondly calls "The Coffin.
Zakarr: Never have I chanced upon someone like him before. I respect him deeply. His reputation is considerable, but I am not intimidated by him. I have also heard many tales concerning him, but he refuses to deny or accept them.
Something is very. . .Uncommon about him.
I will find out someday.
Mhast: I do not speak with this rogue much. His coarseness irritates me, and his language is extremely hard to understand. Mhast is reputed to have a cunning mind, but I steer clear of him. Hmph.
I'll give him that much leeway.
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And Wrath too. :3
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