Hirokii

Hirokii was once a respected noble from his kingdom. Coming from a family of six sons, he never knew loneliness, as the brothers were all extremely close. Never would you see a little one on its own. They would always be accompanied by at least another one. Henryk was the one with who he felt the most comfortable with. Their personalities were quite contrasting. Hirokii, shy, quiet, and Henryk, an extrovert who could not keep anything to himself. The household of the brother was renowned for its pyromancy skill, the fire circulating in their blood, part of their souls. Those who failed at becoming masters of this element were frowned upon, and were obliged to keep practicing until they were able to at least cast a few simple spells, such as lighting candles and casting small fire orbs. It wasn't rare that from the outside, we could hear one of the brother into the basement, their father not letting them sleep or go anywhere until he saw some sparks. As Hirokii grew and slowly dissociated from pyromancy itself, wanting to pursue another dream, his brother Henryk became a famous wyvern handler. How proud he was, to have his older brother make himself a name into the world, to cut himself a path. But, of course, their father never wanted the sons to stray away from the noble path of embers. As adults, they needed to test their abilities to see who truly deserved the emblem of fire into their household. Most of the brothers fought against pyromancers from other kingdoms, some even leaving their lives into the arena. Their father did not fret. As Hirokii stepped into the circular arena, his heart nearly stopped as he saw the wyvern rider in front of him. He had to face his own brother, Henryk. Hirokii had already faced other opponents before, seemingly never showing regrets. This time, against his own brother, he had to find a way to either let him win, or claim victory without killing his brother or leaving behind him a burning pile of flesh, yet still breathing. The black and purple haired man had always been seen as the weakling in terms of magic. Never would he show his true potential, finding pyromancy to be vile, due to how his family has used it in the past. As the two brother fought agains their own will, and Henryk seemingly becoming more and more distressed at the thought of killing his brother, Hirokii sent our a single fireball. A purple fireball which went right into his older brother's face. As Henryk stayed on the floor, alive but wounded, Hirokii was pronounced as the winner of the tournament. He did not care about the emblem, neither did he care about any attention he could gain from others. All he could do was run away. Run away as he could still see the burned left side of his brother's face. The two brothers found eachother again years later, Henryk having seemingly almost no memory from the fight. The two stayed together, protecting one another from any harm that could be brought upon them. To this day, no one from their home kingdom knows where the two went. All they know is that a bounty has been placed on the deserter's heads for dirtying the sacred heritage of pyromancy by denying it. Yet, no one has ever returned alive from a mission to find them...