Mannon

Briallu

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Created
5 years, 7 months ago
Creator
Rhiaan
Designers
Rhiaan
Favorites
3

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― The Warrior of Anar


Age
14/53
Species
Equine
Status
Active
Designer
Rhiaan
Gender
Male
Pronouns
He/Him
Height
17hh
Breed
Trakehner x Paint x Rocky Mountain Horse
Orientation
Heterosexual
Relationship
Widower
Occupation
Wanderer
Magic
No Magic

about;

Born in Raian to the Captain of the Guard and a Priestess of Silma the young man was destined to write history in the pages of Isilme. After his birth, unexpected, the family returned to I’ nal where Mannon would meet the colt who he would come to call brother. The two were inseparable from one another, you never saw Ithilien without Mannon and vice versa. They thrived under the guiding eyes of their parents. Mannon with his father and Ithilien with his though one could say they shared their parents with the other. Like his father before him Mannon began training to be a guard, warrior, or whatever was befitting of his abilities. Kept close to the leading family, with his father being their captain of the guard for them, he became a part of the family. Of course, like any all families, Ithilien would run off with his father and Mannon with his on some days. It was never questioned as to when they would see each other again, confident they would return to the same grand building they called home.

Agharna’s vanishment had shaken the leading family and all those that had been close to them. Mannon had watched how it hit Ithilien, ripping the world out from under his hooves, and broke him down. The young trainee however, had stuck close to the other colt he called brother. Determined to stay with him, to help him in anyway possible and to be the rock the young Priest could lean upon. Of course with his own studies there were times when they were separated and on one of these occasions Diam had swept in and taken Isilme in less time than anyone had expected. Both of his parents attempted to persuade him to stay in Raian and continue his training, the stubborn boy could not be swayed and days later he had returned to I’ nal. It seemed that all had returned to normal, despite Ithilien’s hatred for Diam. Mannon was too blind and too young to fully be intertwined with the family and so, he had not seen the warning signs that his friend had. He felt in his gut that something had to be wrong for Ithilien to be so hateful but he himself could not see it. It wasn’t until he had snapped that Mannon had understood. The memory of Ithilien being dragged to the steps by his hair was something Mannon would never forget. His father had stopped him from interfering and running to help Ithilien, but when all the others had left the scene the younger boy had come to his side.

The ever faithful Mannon had not been able to watch Ithilien leave alone, instead he had come with him to finish his training in the same area. It was here that Mannon would meet Roheryn. She was beautiful and white like snow with lavender eyes. The mare had seemed to stop the time around her. Though frail, small and sick she was fearless and well loved among the people. Mannon would come to learn that Roheryn was a Priestess of Yave and a healer who often tended to foals and the wounded. The young man had found himself doing everything he could to meet her time and time again, learning more and more about the ethereal creature who had captured him. It took a good amount of time until she also fell for him. From then on the two would never be seen without the other. Even as the lands fell apart and Ithiliens sister came to power Mannon stuck close to Roheryn, and as close as possible to the one he called brother. Both Ithilien and Mannon entered the army where they continued to stick by each other. It was during a small rebellion that he earned his title and found an artist to forever etch it into his chest.

Unaware of Ithilien’s ulterior motives on their return to I’ nal he became his friends private guard, keeping him safe from any and all harm. During all this time he and Roheryn loved each other with all that they could, aware that no foal would come from them but surrendering to the other in all ways possible. It was when Shazhar came to the lands that his world would shatter in a single second. As Ithilien amassed the beginnings of a rebellion Mannon stood by him, determined to see their Moon Priestess lead them once again. His reasoning became darker and deeply personal when Roheryn went to Carigian to help those in need, only to die in a small riot.He could not tell you how long he had screamed in raw sorrow for the loss of his love but somewhere during his mourning a deep rage had been ignited. His loss of her had broken him, ripped him apart and driven him to push for Shazhar’s head as well, just as Ithilien did.

When the rebellion finally broke out Mannon was in the thick of it, fighting with Ithilien to the last stand. Stained red with the blood of those who had taken the only woman he had loved. After the rebellion his sorrow swept in to grasp his heart. Upon uncovering Ithilien’s ulterior motives he left Isilme in search for something to heal him. He couldn’t bring himself to hate the stallion he had been with all his life. Mannon knew that in the end it would have come down to this no matter who it was, and he’d rather it have been Ithilien than any other.

Mannon returned to Isilme and the home that had been his and Roheryns, only to stay there for a short time in his heartbreak. Weeping to Atara and begging for his love to be returned to him he was given no answer and could not find the will to keep his faith in the goddess. Instead he went to search for Ithilien, the comfort of the only brother he had ever known. In disbelief he is informed that Ithilien has left Isilme.