Avallac'h ✦

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the Protector

Name avallac'h caranthir
Age immortal
Gender male
Pronouns he/him
Resides folklore
Species unicorn
Height 17hh
Build medium
Sexuality hetero
VOCATION wanderer
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Enslaved, chained and tethered to the Court, for his innate ability to perform magic Avallac'h was put to work immediately. Following orders without question —the perfect servant— as he grew he decided he would not be told to obey and kneel simply because he had sorcery running through his blood. He would show the Crown, all of them, that he was not some cursed fool.

Despite change coming as a result of this decision, though, he still was not satisfied. Now with a more admirable position, better food, drink, and a place to stay, it wasn't what he wanted. He could never escape what he was, though, and that was made clear when war came. Word of it had been floating through the Court for some time already, and Avallac'h had thought himself safe, but he was quickly proven wrong. After adamantly trying to dissuade the Crown from partaking in such a foolish thing he was commanded to go and fight. He argued with all he had, but a gruesome "You owe the Crown your life," is all they had to say for him to know it was no use. And so it was decided.

He would fight. No matter what position he had gained his magic was an asset that they needed on the battlefield.

It was not clean nor quick — the war was long and taxing. Those involved faced many trials. Many never returned, while others never came to speak of what they faced once back. Avallac'h had done things that, to this day, he is not proud of nor keen on speaking about either. At the end of it all too, Avallac'h found that he never knew who had won.

And, once again, just like when he was a child, Avallac'h found that everything was at the fault of the Crown and his sorcery. Because of this, after the war, something new sparked inside, flaring at the thought of the Crown. Returning with cursed and gruesome wounds on his leg that had him sick with fever, he remained only long enough for the healers to figure out something.

Then, he left.



Heavy is the crown and yet he wears it as if it were a feather. There is strength in his heart, determination in his eyes and the will to survive resides within his soul.