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Arpo
FADING SOUL
BEASTFOLK | TWELVE | MALE |
True NEUTRAL | MAGE | POSSESSED |
Voluc Durma
Ever Searching
Originally Elf | 142+ | Male |
Neutral Evil | Mage | Dragon Cultist |
appearance, It would never be very long before one discovers this child's beastkin origin due to several of the defining traits found in his appearance. Between his striking yellow eyes, his furry downward pointed ears, and sharp pointed ears, there are more than enough of such traits found in facial features alone to portray his heritage to others. However, beastfolk are nothing new to this world and so if such a diminutive child were to catch the attention of others it is far more likely to be caused by his attire. He is almost always found adorned in an unusual set of ornate black garments that would generally be looked as a sign of wealth if it were not so starkly contrasted by his generally scruffy and dirty demeanor. The clothes also seem to almost have a 'magical' quality in that when you see him wearing them they fit him perfectly and yet they register in ones mind as being too large for the boy. Other than this there are few other remarkable traits outside of the black tattooing found on various parts of his body and a mysterious glowing blue jewel embedded his neck; both of which are usually hidden from view by his clothes. The black collar around his neck was once a magical tracking device used to keep track of his location but has been dead for some time now. He keeps it as the first 'gift' given to him by Voluc. - - - - - Voluc Durma - - - - - Voluc Durma, though usually seen in the form of Arpo, is able to briefly appear in his 'true' form. His appearance is that of his previous body in its youthful prime while maintaining several features of his vessel Arpo. His once shining blond hair now takes a deep black hue, his normally dull elvish teeth are part more pointed and sharp, and the once wolf-like pointed ears become that of an elf. It is not uncommon for others to mistake this form as a rapidly aged Arpo. | personality, When speaking strictly of Arpo's natural personality you can easily compare him to a stray dog (which is not entirely dissimilar to traits inherited form his beastkin nature). Around strangers he is often very suspicious, generally keeping a cautious yet aggressive front around them. He tends to dislike unnecessary kindness or closeness from others and often reacts rudely or even violently when they do so. Once he becomes familiar with another person though he tends to lighten up, becoming more open cheerful, and perhaps even a little bit clingy. Where once he might have rudely swatted away your offers of kindness he would not eagerly seek it and readily attempt to earn your favor. Outside of his interactions with others, he is generally naive to the ways of the world, but equally as curious and exploratory as well. In fact he is almost carelessly so seeing as how threats of danger do little to deter him from roaming into places he shouldn't be. This should not be mistaken for reckless bravery however. He is not the kind of person who is willing to risk his life challenging the dragon to take a peak at its treasure. However, despite this being his natural personality there are also times where the boy will suddenly seem to become faded and distant, as if suddenly zoning out or listening to something that isn't there. By the time he recovers he is often much more subdued or cold for a while. This is a result of the warlock Voluc Durma whom is housed inside him. - - - - - Voluc Durma - - - - - The elf was once the ally of several a hero and shared in many of their righteous and selfless traits in the past, but over time he watched as friends died, legends faded, and yet the vicious phantasm's that plague the world still remained. He began to realize that fading away into the annals of time as 'just another hero' was simply not how his story was going to end. He was determined to find a way to permanently end strife caused by such creatures. And while such a cause might be considered noble, it was at this time that his ambitions began to twist his persona. He eventually became as he is now, cold and ruthlessly driven in his search for power. That being said, it would be a mistake to think of him as bloodthirsty. Though twisted, years have given him the patience and the wisdom to know unwarranted death is meaningless and his hero's spirit still survives in some small way. Just as a blacksmith does not mistreat the forge that earns him his living, Voluc does not waste or damage that which can still be used. And just because he has the ambition to become a god, he is not so proud that he can not bow his head. |
history,
There are many stories that start like that for young Voluc Durma. A young boy raised by a relatively mundane family. Some are high-born and some low, but all look up to the heroes of the past as role model as they dream of going on world saving adventures of their own. Voluc was one of the few considered lucky enough to fulfill such aspirations, though it was always more of a supporting role beside the great knight or warrior that everyone preferred more. Of course, the young mage went by another name during those times, Valanon Daermaethor, a mouthful to say the least. In the past he was a fairly talented mage and appeared in several heroes tales.
And yet you may notice that there is no hero remembered by the name of Valanon. That is because the longer one follows his tale the more one would notice a growing ruthlessness and cruelty in the elf's words and actions. Eventually his actions could no longer be considered heroic and to some maybe even viewed as the opposite. In the end he was stripped of his title as hero. In Cyndoria he became wanted as a criminal and and everywhere else he was viewed as an extremist and dangerous at best. Some rumors amongst the uneducated even began to falsely brand him as a heinous pact mage, saying he had been corrupted by some phantasm. The elf had since become disillusioned with the tales of the so called heroes. He had watched many friends and innocents die and listened as others praised their actions, and yet the world was still plagued by phantasms, bandits, and cultists. If he wanted to rid the world of such things he needed to become more powerful than any mere 'hero'. And to this end he began to pour his heart and soul into the research of magic.
To some extent he succeeded. In his prime he could easily have been considered one of the most powerful mages in history. But the very power that he gained had also become a curse. His experiments with magic and aberant gain of magical prowress caused an irregular flow of mana that had begun to wrack his body with pain and caused a sickness that no magic or medicine of the time seemed to be able to cure. His strength and magic began to wane but the ever stubborn and ambitious Voluc did not abandon his life so easily. It was around this time that he made his way into the ranks of the Cult of the Dragon by magically binding himself into servitude, sacrificing his very freedom for a chance at salvation. He became a lead researcher in both kinds of magic in what the cult thought was an effort to increase the cult's power. The envisioned end goal of his research was to empower the dragon bond of a cultist to an extent that their power would be unrivaled by any other pact mage, creating the most powerful soldier and tool of both the Chief Priest and the Dragon herself : the Avatar of the Dragon. Of course his true intentions had been to use said research to save his own life. And thus his path crossed that of young Arpo.
One could never claim that Arpo had received a good beginning to his life, seeing as how he had been born into captivity away from his parents, but it was a life that he had oddly felt content with. He and twelve of his 'brothers' were raised away from his parents by the elven warlock Voluc Durma as an experiment, as a tool, and eventually as a vessel. There was also a female Cultist whose duties were to help take care of these thirteen children in Voluc's stead, but she was far from the kind motherly figure one might want for a child. At least his older brothers seemed to think so, seeing as how bitter and rebellious they were to their rearers. Arpo was much too young to understand why but in the end they were the first to disappear. And as the beastfolk child grew more of the brothers would follow. Eventually tiny Arpo was the last.
He always thought to himself about the words of the older siblings, about how they wanted to get away and be free, but he didn't really understand. How could he complain or rebel against a man who, outside of the experiments, treated him so well and whom was one of the few people he could see as a role model? There were others around, but they all seemed to avoid him or otherwise treat him with a forced respect, a lingering disdain hidden in their eyes. "It's because they serve me", Voluc would say, "And since you belong to me they are not allowed to harm you." The explanation did little to comfort the boy though. Did they want to harm him?
In the end it didn't matter. The only people he wanted to impress were the two that raised him. And so he followed them around constantly, during the short times he was allowed to do so, or otherwise he would wander around the dark place he called home. He was probably the only one allowed to do so. From what he gathered this place was fairly large, but the actual place he was allowed to wander was very small. Any time he found a way out that he was not supposed his collar would begin to glow. He always assumed it was to warn him because it wouldn't be long before someone came to get him. Otherwise the ones who followed Voluc would always herd him back to where he belong when the saw him. And thus passed the first eight years of his life.
Then one day Voluc called for him. The haggard old elf had always been sickly and weak, due to some curse he would always say, but that day he had been so ill that the elf could barely stand. He shivered as he weakly propped himself up against a table, his left hand held to his mouth as he sputtered and coughed blood into it. In his right he firmly clutched a small dull crystal orb. When the elf noticed the boy's entrance he strained to say, "... Come Arpo. It has come much too soon but I cant wait any longer. The time has come that you serve your purpose." At the time those words filled him with a odd mix of fear and excitement. He had never fully understood what it was that the man had raised him for, only that it would save the man whom he 'owed his life too' and that was enough. He approached Voluc. The boys heart beat ever louder and louder as the elf suddenly grasped Arpo's head firmly and painfully with his left had, smearing blood in the boys eyes as he thrust the orb against his neck. Everything from that point on was a dizzying blur to Arpo. He experienced an intense pain searing from the runes that had been burned into his body during the years prior as a chant began ringing endlessly through his ears. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't breath. All he could do was struggle against the pain until all went black.
When he awoke he found himself sitting alone in an unfamiliar hall. In his hand he found a pen and beneath that a journal, its contents detailing the result of the final experiment, its partial success, and the month thereafter. And while Arpo found the fact that he knew this peculiar, he found it all the more strange that he even knew how to read as no one had ever taught him. It wasn't long before someone explained what was going on. Before he could even get out of the chair in which he sat the voice of master Voluc echoed in his head, causing him to become dizzy as it did so. He explained that the child's struggling had ruined the spell and how they both now shared the same body. He also explained his position amongst the cultists.
Since then he had four years to adapt to his new situation and learn about the outside world. All the while he has helped Voluc and the cultists faithfully and in return Voluc allows the boy to do as he pleases so long as he doesn't compromise their position.
- Arpo, an elvish word for 'idiot'
And yet you may notice that there is no hero remembered by the name of Valanon. That is because the longer one follows his tale the more one would notice a growing ruthlessness and cruelty in the elf's words and actions. Eventually his actions could no longer be considered heroic and to some maybe even viewed as the opposite. In the end he was stripped of his title as hero. In Cyndoria he became wanted as a criminal and and everywhere else he was viewed as an extremist and dangerous at best. Some rumors amongst the uneducated even began to falsely brand him as a heinous pact mage, saying he had been corrupted by some phantasm. The elf had since become disillusioned with the tales of the so called heroes. He had watched many friends and innocents die and listened as others praised their actions, and yet the world was still plagued by phantasms, bandits, and cultists. If he wanted to rid the world of such things he needed to become more powerful than any mere 'hero'. And to this end he began to pour his heart and soul into the research of magic.
To some extent he succeeded. In his prime he could easily have been considered one of the most powerful mages in history. But the very power that he gained had also become a curse. His experiments with magic and aberant gain of magical prowress caused an irregular flow of mana that had begun to wrack his body with pain and caused a sickness that no magic or medicine of the time seemed to be able to cure. His strength and magic began to wane but the ever stubborn and ambitious Voluc did not abandon his life so easily. It was around this time that he made his way into the ranks of the Cult of the Dragon by magically binding himself into servitude, sacrificing his very freedom for a chance at salvation. He became a lead researcher in both kinds of magic in what the cult thought was an effort to increase the cult's power. The envisioned end goal of his research was to empower the dragon bond of a cultist to an extent that their power would be unrivaled by any other pact mage, creating the most powerful soldier and tool of both the Chief Priest and the Dragon herself : the Avatar of the Dragon. Of course his true intentions had been to use said research to save his own life. And thus his path crossed that of young Arpo.
- - - - - - - - - - - ARPO - - - - - - - - - - - -
One could never claim that Arpo had received a good beginning to his life, seeing as how he had been born into captivity away from his parents, but it was a life that he had oddly felt content with. He and twelve of his 'brothers' were raised away from his parents by the elven warlock Voluc Durma as an experiment, as a tool, and eventually as a vessel. There was also a female Cultist whose duties were to help take care of these thirteen children in Voluc's stead, but she was far from the kind motherly figure one might want for a child. At least his older brothers seemed to think so, seeing as how bitter and rebellious they were to their rearers. Arpo was much too young to understand why but in the end they were the first to disappear. And as the beastfolk child grew more of the brothers would follow. Eventually tiny Arpo was the last.
He always thought to himself about the words of the older siblings, about how they wanted to get away and be free, but he didn't really understand. How could he complain or rebel against a man who, outside of the experiments, treated him so well and whom was one of the few people he could see as a role model? There were others around, but they all seemed to avoid him or otherwise treat him with a forced respect, a lingering disdain hidden in their eyes. "It's because they serve me", Voluc would say, "And since you belong to me they are not allowed to harm you." The explanation did little to comfort the boy though. Did they want to harm him?
In the end it didn't matter. The only people he wanted to impress were the two that raised him. And so he followed them around constantly, during the short times he was allowed to do so, or otherwise he would wander around the dark place he called home. He was probably the only one allowed to do so. From what he gathered this place was fairly large, but the actual place he was allowed to wander was very small. Any time he found a way out that he was not supposed his collar would begin to glow. He always assumed it was to warn him because it wouldn't be long before someone came to get him. Otherwise the ones who followed Voluc would always herd him back to where he belong when the saw him. And thus passed the first eight years of his life.
Then one day Voluc called for him. The haggard old elf had always been sickly and weak, due to some curse he would always say, but that day he had been so ill that the elf could barely stand. He shivered as he weakly propped himself up against a table, his left hand held to his mouth as he sputtered and coughed blood into it. In his right he firmly clutched a small dull crystal orb. When the elf noticed the boy's entrance he strained to say, "... Come Arpo. It has come much too soon but I cant wait any longer. The time has come that you serve your purpose." At the time those words filled him with a odd mix of fear and excitement. He had never fully understood what it was that the man had raised him for, only that it would save the man whom he 'owed his life too' and that was enough. He approached Voluc. The boys heart beat ever louder and louder as the elf suddenly grasped Arpo's head firmly and painfully with his left had, smearing blood in the boys eyes as he thrust the orb against his neck. Everything from that point on was a dizzying blur to Arpo. He experienced an intense pain searing from the runes that had been burned into his body during the years prior as a chant began ringing endlessly through his ears. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't breath. All he could do was struggle against the pain until all went black.
When he awoke he found himself sitting alone in an unfamiliar hall. In his hand he found a pen and beneath that a journal, its contents detailing the result of the final experiment, its partial success, and the month thereafter. And while Arpo found the fact that he knew this peculiar, he found it all the more strange that he even knew how to read as no one had ever taught him. It wasn't long before someone explained what was going on. Before he could even get out of the chair in which he sat the voice of master Voluc echoed in his head, causing him to become dizzy as it did so. He explained that the child's struggling had ruined the spell and how they both now shared the same body. He also explained his position amongst the cultists.
Since then he had four years to adapt to his new situation and learn about the outside world. All the while he has helped Voluc and the cultists faithfully and in return Voluc allows the boy to do as he pleases so long as he doesn't compromise their position.
- Arpo, an elvish word for 'idiot'
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