An Enigma Amongst The Night
A crack of thunder roared across the night sky. The citizens no longer crowded the streets of Celastania. You're now alone, better head for shelter as the rain pours down upon the ground. The streets are empty, much like a ghost town. You see a small cobblestone path just to the right. It looks a bit less wet and seems to hold a bit more protection, so you decide to head down its forgotten hideaway. The path soon comes to a small bridge overlooking a gentle river. There upon the bridge, stands a young man. He has a bandaged hand, within that hand is a silver rose. You look to his almost-concealed face, and find saddened crimson eyes. You remain hidden as you begin to recollect what you've seen- a silver rose....is that even possible? A bandaged hand...why only one? Fierce, sad eyes...what was wrong? You reopen your eyes, only to see he's vanished. "Huh?!" You manage to call out. Now all thats left is the small silver rose- drifting down the river bank. You quickly grab it, and head back towards the city for the storm has cleared.A Few Days Later...
The streets are filled with an air of joy and relaxation. Students coming home from school or lounging around local hot spots. Families are out and about, shopping or down at the beach. Yet you- you can't seem to rid the stranger from you thoughts. Shaking your head in frustration, you continue on...until a local storyteller calls out to you. "Come wanderer! Come tell this old teller what troubles you so." He was in his fifties, with an infant and two tots for grandchildren.
You hesitate, then nod politely and sit across from the elder. Quickly you spill everything you've seen, and end with lack of breath.
Ahh...you've seen the Enigma Amongst the Night. I haven't seen him for thirty years-"
Huh?! Thats impossible! He only appears to be eighteen!" You speak out in shock.
Let me finish. He is not like you or I- a different category of humans I guess you could say. He only appears when she awakens or falls into her Long Sleep."
You blink, but are eager to hear more.
So you wish to know more? Let us think here..." He closed his eyes as he searched his mind for the story, but as you fiddle with the silver rose he smiles and opens his gentle eyes. "Thats right- its all coming back to me now. Its an old story, a true story mind you. A tale of a young woman and the man who protects her for eternity. But, let us begin with his name- shall we?"
The Basics
Entire Name: Velenoh Noel Ilian (Vel-en-Oh, Nole (Like Pole, but with an N), Ill-EE-an)
His Known Name: Velenoh, Vel (He...has abandoned what he used to be...)
Age: Eternal
Appearance Age: About 18
Personality: Quiet, Polite, Solitary, Loyal
Family: Both mother and father dead, he had no siblings.
Love: ...
Other Info: He is Oeyn's chevalier- her protector. He has stood beside her since her fall, and grown quite close to his mistress (and best friend.)
A Past Forgotten
The boy had been born to a small town on an island not far from where Oeyn lived. Small, friendly, safe. Velenoh had attended school, received for the most part good grades, and was fairly happy. If invited, he'd play with the other children- and seemed to be quite the catch with the girls. More of for his shoulder length, blond-black hair. Guys mocked him for that, and then they too were put through the same torture. But by age ten things began to fall apart for the young boy. His father grew ill, and died Christmas Eve. His mother, now tired and weakened from their loss, attempted her best to raise Velenoh on her own. They were each others' brace, moving one step at a time. It lasted about three years, then she too, fell ill. Before she died, a boarding school for caretakers and maids had accepted Velenoh, but he was reluctant to go. She had wanted him to attend such a school, for then he'd have a good life ahead. She kissed his cheek, and the teary-eyed boy lunged for her, but they had dragged him off. "MOTHER!" He'd cried out, but there was now no turning back. He was alone...Poor Velenoh was alone and depressed, and to top it all off he was now attending a school he never wanted to go to. He kept to himself, often acting out- though he soon grew into maturity, and began behaving once again. He passed his courses, developing manners of highest etiquette. His mentors and teachers began examining Velenoh closely, eventually coming to the conclusion of sending him to the Markshmiths. They had been looking for a new caretaker for Cillatoya, and Velenoh apparently fit the job perfectly.
He was sent to the country of Remanite, the town of Lireth. He arrived within a month, and the two didn't get off to a good start. His new mistress was quite demanding, and often a bit rude. Velenoh never let this get to him, and served her at his own, steady pace. They grew closer after Cillatoya had run off to her father's bio-hazard zoo, then ended up getting hurt. He stayed by her side, keeping a close eye on the girl. Soon they were close, closer than any could imagine. At Oeyn's father's party, chaos erupted. The morning had been joyous and casual, but after his mistress let out her dangerous sister (on accident mind you), devastation hit the town hard. The two friends were talking like they always did alone. Arhina had set things aflame as the two were out at the bridge, and when they arrived things were disastrous. His heart pounded when he saw Oeyn run inside, and followed as fast as he could. His eyes saw the girl passed out from smoke inhalation, and he picked her up. As he ran from the building, he was savagely burned by the burning debris. He ran to their bridge, and collapsed. Oeyn had been laid under a tree, while he sat across from her, dying. His mistress awoke, tired and weak, and saw him ailing. She crawled to his side, placing a hand to his worst wound. Dying Velenoh shrieked in pain, collapsing from her healing and his transformation. The last words he heard were from her. "Please don't leave, stay with me forever!" And all blacked out for him. Since he awaits for her awakening or stands by her side as they search for Arhina and the end to such havoc.