Destiny
One of many children born of noble blood, Destiny would within the first eight years of her life become the end of her bloodline, or so she believes. Her life was simple, being so far down the line to succession. While she did have lessons for growing up to be a proper young lady for her family to some day hand over to some young nobleman, most of her days were allowed to be spent as she pleased, typically either at the side of her mother or her eldest brother. From her mother she learned a talent for healing others, the likes of which she later on abandoned when she could no longer study under her mother. Meanwhile, her days with her brother were spent as any child should spend their younger years, playing games outdoors and adventuring about the woods and the castle.
At the age of eight, the vixen's world was upturned when her family's castle fell under attack. Confused and frightened, it was all she could do to cling to Draiz's side, trying to push aside the visions of her family falling before her, the screams echoing through the air. They were the only two of their family left when Destiny felt her brother give her a shove through a small open door before thrusting something in to her hands. He wrapped the child's hands about the object, a sword in its sheath, kissed her on the forehead, told her to run for the forest, and then closed the door behind her. At first she just stood by the closed door, as if waiting for her brother, until she heard more screams.
Getting through the secret exit and out to the forest was no easy task for the child, especially dragging the sword, which for her was quite heavy, the entire way. Still, she eventually made it out and in to the forest. Were anyone to pursue her, she would be almost impossible to find there, granted that meant that she herself would probably be lost for quite some time. It was during her first few hours in the forest that she was found by a raven demon, who was a few years older than herself and lived on his own due to the loss of his family some years ago.
Life was relatively peaceful for the two of them as they lived together in the forest, doing what they could to get by on their own. There were hard times as well as times that neither would have wished for something better to happen. Reason unknown to her though, Kurosuist one day turned on the vixen and began working for the very demon who slaughtered her family, trying to finish the job for him. She managed to escape him during what seemed to be a moment of doubt, but not until after he had painstakingly etched a feather on her back with a blade laced with a poison meant to keep the wound from ever properly healing. The scar will always be a reminder to be careful of who she trusts.
Her future would not be without a companion though. After being on the run from both R'cai and Kurosuist for over a year, Destiny found herself taking shelter in Basantha Shrine one night, where a faitful encounter would leave her with a forever faithful companion at her side. Having come across a Hunter who wanted to be free from the shrine, Destiny willingly gave up the ability to grow, in doing so impairing her ability to heal. For some time this caused her to often fall sick, a few times almost dying from blood loss or some illness that her body could not fend off well enough. This too was resolved by bonding, in a way, to yet another creature. She and Rak'kal visited Basantha Shrine, during which they came across a Quiksylph. In return for extending its life, the Quiksylph said it would give back something which was lost, reviving her ability to grow.
Every day she lives with the fear of being attacked by either R'cai or Kurosuist yet again. She knows she does not have the strength to fend off the dragon demon, and has the scars to prove it, while she is unable to bring herself to kill her childhood friend. Destiny is left with no other choice than to not allow herself to get too attached to any person or place, constantly moving from place to place to try to throw off her hunters.
Rak'kal
Though born within the walls of the crystal cities hidden away in Craiss Caverns, Rak'kal was very young when his family was forced to leave. So young that he doesn't even remember what exactly it was that caused the migration of the Hunters away from their glorious home. Almost every memory he can recall, aside from a very few obscure ones, has been of a life bound to the halls of the Basantha Shrine, unable to leave and see the world outside. He was raised to accept their fate, to believe that he and the others were not meant to ever be able to leave, despite knowing that the curse could be broken if someone were willing to sacrifice a great deal for him.
Eventually, it seemed as though all of a sudden freeing a Hunter from Basantha just became the most popular thing to do, as he happened upon a rowdy group seeming to be seeking for one of his kind. He tried his best to avoid them at first by sitting in silence, listening to them converse. The thought of leaving the shrine became more and more tempting until finally he stepped forth to them. It was explained just what it meant for him to leave the shrine and just how much one of them would have to give up in order to make that possible. It was something that he would never truly wish upon any of them, but they all seemed so eager to be able to perform this act of... charity if one were to call it such.
After some talk between them, one girl stepped forth to become his savior, putting herself through the pain of removing the curse from him and giving up something important to her very being. Indebted to her for freeing him, Rak'kal vowed to stay at her side even if the bond between them were some day severed. Though he is usually very somber and possibly even considered slightly pessimistic, spending his days with the vixen give him great joy that he is unable to express well.
Draiz
As the first son of a lord, Draiz was raised to be a proper young man, as well as conditioned to some day take the place of his father. He never gave his family any trouble, simply falling in his place as the heir and doing as told by his father. Though he was the heir, he was not the real first born child. His elder sister was kept from claiming the right as was often done when the first child was a female. Though she may have been kept from being the heir, her influence on the actually heir and how we would some day rule was substantial. Draiz looked up to her a great deal, spending what time was not consumed by lessons trotting along after her and pestering her with questions left and right. She was, in his opinion, the only family member that would not judge his actions and questions based on his status. Her thoughts and opinions often became his own, leading to typically docile nature.
When he was twelve years old, Draiz's older sister's life was taken in front of his very eyes by a dragon demon in order to spare his life. He was too young, too unskilled, to be able to face the dragon in her place. There was absolutely nothing the child could but watch as his beloved sibling was gutted before him. True to his word, the demon left Draiz untouched, physically. The mental scars that had been created would never fad as some physical ones did as he was left to take her body back to his family and face the reality of just how helpless he was.
On that day, his views of many things took a sharp turn. His sister had always taught him to never hate anyone just because they came from a certain bloodline or were of a specific species. He had been taught to never fight when conflict could be resolved otherwise. From that day on though, he swore to himself that he would become stronger and would, as vengeance for his sister, slay any dragon within his path, including the one that took her life. No longer did he seek for the companionship of any of his siblings or even play with them when asked. Instead he dedicated himself to his studies, spending any extra time that he could bothering his fighting instructor for more training.
As time moved by, Draiz eventually began taking on the challenge of slaying dragons and bringing their heads back to his father's castle. His quest was only fueled by his father's joy of seeing just how strong his heir was to be able to bring home such kills. Each skull was kept as a trophy, a fang taken from each to be melted in with the components of a sword make especially for him.
One day, a few months after his fifteenth birthday, his parents had another child. He had seen plenty of siblings within his time, but this time things were different. For once he was old enough that his mother handed the child to him a mere few hours after she was born to hold. As he looked at his tiny little sister in his arms, it felt as though something inside him was melting. For three years he had cast away as many feelings as he could, while now that this infant looked at him with her bright blue eyes he felt as though it was his turn to be older sibling that his sister had been for him.
As his youngest sister grew, his urge for vengeance dwindled, though by now he was still often challenged by dragon demons claiming to have lost family to him. He made sure that none of these fights involved Destiny, his sister, and always did his best to help his mother raise her the way his older sister had done for him. He cherished his time with her, finding himself truly happy any time he saw a smile on her face. Happy days would come to an end though after he had angered the wrong demon.
He was twenty-three when his family's castle took a sudden blow from unknown forces. Not expecting the attack, the castle was quickly overtaken and one by one his family members were killed before him, refusing to let him fall to the enemy at the order of his father. Everyone had been told to protect the heir at any cost, which for most meant their life. Unable to accept the fact that he was being pushed out while everyone else was left to die, Draiz felt as though if anyone deserved to be saved it was his little sister, as there was no way she could fight against the demons.
Forcing Destiny to take a hidden passage out of the castle, Draiz stayed behind to make sure that no one followed them and found the passage. He fought as long as he could but eventually fell to the enemy's forces. He was thrown out with all the other bodies, believed to be dead. By some luck, Draiz found himself waking in the small home of an elderly couple who had found him still bleeding and barely breathing and had taken care of him the best they could for over a month before beginning to worry that he would never wake. Though he is unsure as to if it was just a dream or what, Draiz believes that he really did die and was given a second chance, while he was told to repent for the wrongs he had done to the families he ruined.
Nowdays Draiz spends his life traveling in search of his little sister, who he believes is still alive out there somewhere. His past still comes back to haunt him from time to time though, particularly in times that he is upset and his other side, as he likes to call it, is drawn to the surface. He says that it feels as though there is a completely different person in him at times, though really during these periods he simply reverts to his old personality from before Destiny was born, which is often sarcastic, mouthy, and borderline violent even.
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