Turncoat
02-20-10, 09:05 PM
A spell to sleep, he thought to himself. Just until she could come back. With that final thought, he laid down beneath the willow tree and closed his eyes. The ground swallowed him, pulling him deep within it's loving embrace, and he knew no more.
Name "Magus" Atreil Nito
Gender Male
Race Moontae Incubus
Age Several hundred, a number unremembered
Weight/Height 180lbs / 5' 10"
Social Status Outcast
He dreamed in his sleep, or perhaps it was more accurate to say that he remembered. His childhood had been uneventful. He was brought up in the community of daemons who took their refuge in the hidden city deep within Concordia. Never having been outside the city gates, he had never considered that there would be something beyond what he grew up to know. As in the tradition of his father before him, who followed his father before him and so forth, he began to study the true arts of Magic in his third decade. Beyond the simple spells and illusions that the Moontae had reign over, he began to explore deeper into the complex arts of the web of Life. He rose in power, and status, and when the young King Zephiel was crowned, he was given the title of Magus. He was an adviser and protector of the royal line, always with Zephiel, and the two quickly became close. Their friendship bloomed over the decades, and as it did, Magus was pulled closer into the workings of the small royal courts.
He fell in love with one of the courtesans who served Zephiel. Her name was Cielail, and with dark hair and even darker eyes, she entranced the young mage. Her true passion, however, was an aspiration to reach the highest of political standing, and become Queen. She let herself be courted by Magus, if only to spend her time and wiles on Zephiel. The two, brothers by spirit, began to squabble over her. Somewhere along the line, Ciela bonded with Magus in a way that neither of them expected. Souls met, and were fused. Ceila, however, could not put away her selfish needs. When Zephiel named her as Queen, she chose to take her place as a leader, instead of choosing Magus. A furious battle broke out between the two best friends, and Magus was maimed and exiled, his wings ripped from his body, never to call the hidden city home again.
Exile was a rare and extreme punishment among the Moontae, for the sudden cut off from the rest of the society was known to strip their souls bare to the core. Madness and death set in quickly, and Magus indeed traveled deep into the old forest to find a place to die. Instead, however, he came upon an inspiration in a clearing of powerful, old magic. He created for himself a new family, a new race that was perfection in all he saw. He created five wives for himself, and called these new women the mothers of the Dranak. Their children, his children, would be the race that avenged his name.
As the Dranak grew in numbers, flowing from the magic fold that Magus had created to be adept mages in his likeness, news came from the hidden city. Here in there, in the dealings with the fae of the forest, he found out that the new queen that died shortly after his exile, her heart broken despite her own refusal to believe it. Knowing that Ciela had wasted away, Magus too was overcome by a powerful depression. He began to twist his magic, pulling from the darkest of spells to find a way to bring back his beloved. Nothing, however, worked, and finally Magus used the last of his power to seal himself away. He would return, he decided, when Ciela had been reincarnated, so that they may have another chance at happiness.
Appearance Magus is tall and muscular, with lightly tanned skin. His hair falls in long strands of chocolate and amber, his eyes a deep and brilliant green. Freckles fleck his nose and cheeks, light and tiny. Despite the coldness of his eyes, he wears a casual smile and light robes of white and green. His feet are bare, his toes and fingers clawed. Two large, long scars slash down his back, reminders of the wings that he lost.
Skills None. All of his magic and spell knowledge was erased when he sealed himself away.
Weapons None
Armor None
Name "Magus" Atreil Nito
Gender Male
Race Moontae Incubus
Age Several hundred, a number unremembered
Weight/Height 180lbs / 5' 10"
Social Status Outcast
He dreamed in his sleep, or perhaps it was more accurate to say that he remembered. His childhood had been uneventful. He was brought up in the community of daemons who took their refuge in the hidden city deep within Concordia. Never having been outside the city gates, he had never considered that there would be something beyond what he grew up to know. As in the tradition of his father before him, who followed his father before him and so forth, he began to study the true arts of Magic in his third decade. Beyond the simple spells and illusions that the Moontae had reign over, he began to explore deeper into the complex arts of the web of Life. He rose in power, and status, and when the young King Zephiel was crowned, he was given the title of Magus. He was an adviser and protector of the royal line, always with Zephiel, and the two quickly became close. Their friendship bloomed over the decades, and as it did, Magus was pulled closer into the workings of the small royal courts.
He fell in love with one of the courtesans who served Zephiel. Her name was Cielail, and with dark hair and even darker eyes, she entranced the young mage. Her true passion, however, was an aspiration to reach the highest of political standing, and become Queen. She let herself be courted by Magus, if only to spend her time and wiles on Zephiel. The two, brothers by spirit, began to squabble over her. Somewhere along the line, Ciela bonded with Magus in a way that neither of them expected. Souls met, and were fused. Ceila, however, could not put away her selfish needs. When Zephiel named her as Queen, she chose to take her place as a leader, instead of choosing Magus. A furious battle broke out between the two best friends, and Magus was maimed and exiled, his wings ripped from his body, never to call the hidden city home again.
Exile was a rare and extreme punishment among the Moontae, for the sudden cut off from the rest of the society was known to strip their souls bare to the core. Madness and death set in quickly, and Magus indeed traveled deep into the old forest to find a place to die. Instead, however, he came upon an inspiration in a clearing of powerful, old magic. He created for himself a new family, a new race that was perfection in all he saw. He created five wives for himself, and called these new women the mothers of the Dranak. Their children, his children, would be the race that avenged his name.
As the Dranak grew in numbers, flowing from the magic fold that Magus had created to be adept mages in his likeness, news came from the hidden city. Here in there, in the dealings with the fae of the forest, he found out that the new queen that died shortly after his exile, her heart broken despite her own refusal to believe it. Knowing that Ciela had wasted away, Magus too was overcome by a powerful depression. He began to twist his magic, pulling from the darkest of spells to find a way to bring back his beloved. Nothing, however, worked, and finally Magus used the last of his power to seal himself away. He would return, he decided, when Ciela had been reincarnated, so that they may have another chance at happiness.
Appearance Magus is tall and muscular, with lightly tanned skin. His hair falls in long strands of chocolate and amber, his eyes a deep and brilliant green. Freckles fleck his nose and cheeks, light and tiny. Despite the coldness of his eyes, he wears a casual smile and light robes of white and green. His feet are bare, his toes and fingers clawed. Two large, long scars slash down his back, reminders of the wings that he lost.
Skills None. All of his magic and spell knowledge was erased when he sealed himself away.
Weapons None
Armor None