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Vesryn

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    Goes By
    Vesryn

    True Name
    Aerendyl Vesryn Zebedee Davonius

    Apparent Age
    Youthful

    True Age
    Thousands of years

    Gender
    Cis male

    Species
    Elven fae
    Extra
    Cursed undead

    Height
    6'2

    Body
    Mesomorph

    Orientation
    Uncaring

    Language
    Common, fae, & ancient elven

    Occupation
    Castle haunt - Forest ghoul - Forgotten king - Fairytale


    Personality
    Proper and polite to a point, overall appears stoney and disinterested.
    He can be genuinely kind, humorous, and affectionate as he once was - he just needs to remember how.

    Temperament
    Phelgmatic

    Negative
    Callous, cranky, erratic, glum, lazy, snobby, stubborn, & wrathful.

    Virtues
    Thorough, precise, knowledgeable, honest, gentle, empathetic, dauntless, & affectionate.

    Wardrobe
    Wears fanciful attire made of the finest materials or will slum it up and wear nothing else besides a plain linen shirt and trousers - there's no real "in-between" with him.
    MAGIC
    Vesryn's magic could be classified as necrobotany. While it is open to interpretation, it can be considered a mix between necromancy and green/druidic magic.

    ABILITIES
    HISTORY
    "Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it."

    Once the king of a fae utopia he has been diminished to nothing but a story. A fairytale so old that it has been forgotten and left to be forever inked in the only two books of their kind to be ever printed.

    Both tell the story of a young fae prince who was groomed to be king, it being his birthright.

    Both tell of how he took the throne at adolescents and ruled peacefully for several hundred years with the help from his closest advisor, his father's brother.

    One says the young prince turned king started a war by having the prince of their most trusted and allied opposing kingdom assassinated.

    The other tells how the king's uncle had the prince killed and set it up for the king to take the fall.

    One tells how the king's mother and sister were in turn killed by the opposing kingdom.

    The other says it was the king himself who killed them.

    Both say how the king fought a war with the other kingdom, killing the king during battle and thus being victorius.

    Both say of how the other Queen had the King cursed without his knowledge and challenged him to war once again.


    Both say of how the King perished during battle, the opposing kingdom claiming victory and allowing his uncle to take the throne in exchange for peace.

    Both say how the king was resurrected - cursed - to be forever undead.

    One says that he was punished unjustly and his uncle was to blame.

    One says he was punished justly and was responsible for everything

    Both tell how the undead king tried to reclaim his throne and was met with failure.

    One tells of how his people revolted against him for the accused murder of their queen and princess.

    One tells of how he had a small following if loyal subjects who were all found out and executed unless fealty to the new king was given.

    Both tell of how he fled the fae realm and was never seen nor heard from again.

    One tells how his people flourished and grew at the rule of his uncle.

    One tells how the kingdom crumbled to near ruin.
    DWELLING & AREA
    Vesryn occupies an ancient and abandoned castle that is vastly different from the original one he used to call home. He knows not its age, just that it appears to be sentenient on its own accord. He lives there with a small menagerie of other supernatural folk, both living and dead. The castle itself is hidden but a magical veil and sits at the top of a large hill with a decrepit and abandoned town below it. It overlooks a cold ocean and is surrounded by a vast forest. Winter seems to last forever there with the other three seasons only making small appearances.
    CURSE
    Ever since he died and was ressurected, every cresent moon he turns into what could be considered his "true" form. At first it wasn't terrible but over time his cursed state has decayed and withered away to reveal bone. Small plants act as sinew, keeping limbs in place. His flesh appears mostly in tact on his face, minus a few spots, though he looks as he is - undead. His cheeks hollow, his eyes sunken with an otherworldly glow to them. Spectre wings protrude from his back, a vision of the once magnificent pair he had.

    "I amar prestar aen. Han matho ne nen. Han mathon ned cae. A han noston ned gwilith."