About

Personality

Truthful ○ Compassionate ○ Patient ○ Brave
Aloof ○ Inquisitive ○ Strict ○ Argumentative

At first glance, Yvrael is a man with few words and more of inquisitive stares. Following his clan customs, it is not surprising to learn of his aloofness and opinionated attitudes; thus, giving him a hostile impression to those who are unfamiliar with the winter fae’s cultures. Strict with manners and alert to the slightest hint of danger, the fae is judgemental to strangers, from the dressing style to communicative behaviors and carefully takes these points to be selective of who he allies with—after all to the faes of Zyma the taste of betrayal is a sharper blade than the chilly snowstorm. Beneath his thick skin is an educated and responsible gentleman, not only through appearance but also through actions as he makes sure to always stay true to his words until the very end. Needless to say he’s courageous due to this mentality, he would push through storms and blood to rescue those around him and stand up for righteousness; though not to be mistaken that he would rush into danger without thinking. Yvrael has a sharp mind and observant eyes, always weighing the consequences before he acts. He’s well-mannered and compassionate as he finds joy in helping others. As a proud Goddess’s servant, Yvrael is especially stubborn and argumentative towards contrasting ideas against his clan. He’s not shy about expressing his opinions, even when they may be deemed offensive. Fortunately, he’s level-headed and rational most of the time, able to control his tongue. If one thing he’s most proud of, it’s his patience. Yvrael learns to subdue his anger and avoid violence as much as he can endure, unless the offense is too great to ignore.

Story

“In his small world he dreamed of everlasting peace.”

In the depths of the lone mountains where the cold breeze breathed to a new world alive and sculpt flakes painted the scenery in solid white, Yvrael was born under the blessing and love of Goddess Skaoi, Guardian of Winter. Son of a talented commander and the Goddess’s head priestess, Yvrael belonged to a remote elven clan of the Zyma House. Since young, he was trained to hold a sword, string a bow, express proper modesty and fulfill religious practices. While he was held up mostly in his grand shelter, Yvrael did not spend a lonesome day without company. His servants occasionally chat with him and his few friends would come by to gift him a peace of mind. As the son of the holy priestess, his fruitful, virgous path was laid bare and visible, one whose fate was to serve the Goddess. However, for the young elven boy, he wanted to go on adventures, to dive beyond the sea and discover ancient treasures, to read runes and assimilate the sacred history of the aged land, to slay dragons and uncover the unknown. What existed beyond the summit was simply a stretch of the sky.

A taboo existed in his clan forbid its citizens from interaction with outsiders. Yet, to the bold and naive elf, it was only a matter of time for him to defy and quench his thirst for knowledge. The outside world greeted him with its warm, gentle sunlight and merry songs of the hummingbirds—and along came a friend. Similar in age, Haemir belonged to a neighboring elven clan of the Haust House, resided under the mountain. The two boys soon found their personalities in sync; their friendship blossomed like that of a sunflower. Every so often Yvrael would often sneak down the hill to visit Haemir. Over time, a promise of adventure together was sealed between the two.

Yet, happiness was fagil. Nearby Haemir’s clan laid the estate of a power-hungry noble. Taking advantage of the distrust of mankind toward the fae, he fueled his fief to wreck havoc upon the Haust elves and tear away their land, fruits, and manpower for slavery. Yvrael witnessed the downfall of the Haust clan one fateful night. 

“Then they burnt and lost and forever forgotten in the inferno.”

“But to the living their mourns etched into his memory like a wistful burden.” 

The delighted smile upon his face dropped to a bewildered, mournful scowl at the sight of a scorching village. With the help of the dying Haemir, Yvrael safely returned to his clan.

While his parents were outrageous at Yvrael’s violation, they tried to treat Haemir’s wounds yet to no avail; death claimed him as he passed away from bloodlost. Their main concern was more directed toward the possibility of humans coming to raid them. Grey smoke curled over a scarlet horizon dyed with the flame of the Haust, the winter elves of Zyma mournfully prayed for the protection of the Goddess.

To their worst nightmare, the humans arrived. They purposely allowed Yvrael to return home and used him to track his clan; their greed could not be satisfied with one elven clan. The knights of the winter elves were not trained for show, however, as they fought and defended furiously for their homes. The sunrise never seemed as hopeful, joyous and promising as that day, for the human army admitted defeat and retreated temporarily. At such a victory, cost had to be paid. Many innocent elves lost their lives to the tragedy, including Yvrael’s mother.

Through this experience Yvrael learned the grief and reasons behind his clan’s taboo. Carried the burden of many deaths, he steeled his heart and learned from the scar too deep to fade. With the discovery of their homes, the elves of Zyma forcibly migrated elsewhere. They moved deeper into the mountains where thick snow covered the entire ground. 

“So he forsaken kindness to follow righteousness.”

In the later years, Yvrael inherited his mother’s role. As the Goddess’s servant, he gained the ability to hear the Goddess’s voice. As he struggled to balance this newfound power, Yvrael received an oracle from the Goddess that foretold the threat of the savage demon force that would soon terrorize upon his clan and Terra Herself. 

The Goddess neither gave the name nor the solution, only that he must seek out the Light. Left in confusion and unanswered questions, Yvrael requested for the departure from his clan to follow the Goddess’s voice and learn what this Light is.

“Let the voice be your guide
for the end is not the end.”

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