Demyre Tempestrest was born in the small village of Westwend, to his parents Tidell (misspelling of Tidal) and Galen (Gale, with an added ‘n’). He was born during a heavy storm, and as a result of this, was titled the Great Child of the Storm, or Tempest’Rest.
From birth, he had been given powers regarding controlling tempests by The Great Storming One. And this gave him clear power over the other people in Westwend. They placed such a young boy in charge of the village’s future, believing him to be an avatar of The Great Storming One. He grew up with it, so it wasn’t horrible.

Demyre had their parents to give them suggestions, although most times, he had to be separated from them. The true avatar of The Great Storming One wouldn’t need their parents to give their input. Thankfully, not as many duties were put on them when they were young,

At around 12 was when the pressure started getting heavy. Demyre had to become a proper figure to look up to in Westwend. They started focusing on the more cult-like behaviours of Westwend, studying the traditions that they had been brought up with. He started leading some of the meetings, calling upon the rain he had control over. They sunk into their studies; about people, places. About storms, and the tempest he felt such a calling to. The village folk praised him for his leadership and dedication at such a young age.

Young but now renowned for their dutiful nature, Demyre began growing a mindset fitting of their position. One of reliability, and honour, but without the moral bias of those outside of the Companions of the Tempest. Ethical considerations were a far second to the ancient traditions and code maintained by The Great Storming One.

Demyre grew up with very few friends in the village, if any at all. They spent little time appealing to others through pretty words. That alongside the unspoken knowledge that one should never get close to The Great Storming One’s avatar, unless they wanted to die an early and ritualistic death as a result of perceived ‘divine favour’. 

Their childhood was one of the average Tempest’Rest, with him bringing forth the rains for the town. He was distant from his peers throughout most of his life, but the villagefolk praised their every word, bringing them offerings. They never struggled.
During their free time outside of their ‘teachings’, they delved into their studies. These studies often helped them develop better speeches to give to their followers, which made them seem more ‘mature’ and wiser than they actually were at that age. They used big words and tried to string together metaphors they learned to avoid any attention being drawn to their lingering hesitance. Of course the speeches became easier with age, but when younger, such long talks of inspiration were difficult.

Life stayed this way, with Demyre alone, until they turned 17. Then, they spoke to Raine.
Demyre knew Raine, of course. It was a small village and being the leading figure, he often saw her in crowds. He always found her pretty, very, but that was never really what allured Raine to them. She asked to talk to him about… him. Something that was hidden behind the Tempest’Rest persona. She insisted, trying to talk to him frequently in his fleeting moments of solitude. She was upfront with what she was thinking, and was very loud about her opinion. An unheard of thing in a cult such as Westwend. While most members settled with the average things, Raine was set on finding the best. Living the best.
She never did really know her full strength.

It was safe to say that as the first person to consistently show interest in Demyre outside of his sermons, he became devoted to her. He’d check in with her, understanding that she was possibly one of the few that saw him in his true light. An actual person.

Everyone else saw him as an idol of their worship, not his own person. But she did! And he was truly reeled in by it.

It wasn’t long before the two would willingly interact outside of rare moments, visiting restaurants together, going on outings. There wasn’t much to do in Westwend, but they did whatever there was.
With eyes always on Demyre, the Companions quickly caught on to their closeness, and within weeks, were convinced of their romantic relations. They weren’t exactly wrong, with how the two held hands, and gave small comments that held flirtatious undertones. Yet Demyre was always embarrassed to publicly show his affection with a kiss.

But, they eventually did, growing closer and closer, and with that, followed more acts of intimacy between the two.
They carried on this way for 3, close to 4, years. But when Demyre and Raine were 20, things really did change.

After one of his smaller gatherings, Demyre started searching for Raine when it started storming. Such an odd storm, coming down without his calling. He shrugged it off, just continuing his search for Raine. But when he saw a crowd at the Tree of Tempest, his pace picked up. With him approaching, the crowd began cheering, dispersing for him to see.
Horror struck every part of Demyre’s being as he watched the crowd make a show out of their newest sacrifice. The loved one of Tempest’Rest.
Raine.

As the rain poured, tears streaked down Demyre’s cheeks, and he was unable to do anything. Even the tempest he was unable to handle. His world was crashing, the feeling of grief and sickness charging every single rumble of thunder. It fuelled every bolt of lightning that struck everywhere but the people in the crowd. Oh how he wished it struck them. He wished the storms they loved so much would turn against them. The source of their love, pride, and cruelty would be their undoing.

Then began the isolation period. Demyre stopped leading and stopped speaking. During this time, rain fell still, seemingly washing away the horrific things they had done to Raine.
From that day, he knew that he couldn’t let himself get close to anyone again. In Westwend, as the Tempest’Rest, they weren’t allowed to.

For the next year, Demyre was inactive. But, abruptly, he reemerged, declaring an official hiatus to travel and placing a sea elf by the name of Moonsoon in charge. And with that, Demyre took off, dropping their work load onto Moonsoon alongside all the pressure of leading.

As soon as Demyre was out, they changed their name to Demyre Sorrowwing. They didn’t plan to return to Westwend, but they would never tell the cult that they planned on shunning the ‘Great’ Storming One.

-As of the start of the campaign, Demyre has been gone for several months.