Umbra Trylle

Basics

• Hair Dark Blue, Curly, Mid Back

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• Eyes Light blue with white pupils

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• Skin Deep tan

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• Height 5ft 8in / 173cm

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• Skinny

  Large
• Curvy

  Flat
• Boney

  Muscular
• Groomed

  Messy

Backstory

To understand Umbra as is, it's important to understand where he started. I'll do my best to paraphrase, as this may contain potentially triggering content, so with that, as a warning, tw: mentions of abuse and death.

Umbra was born to a powerful line of mages presently hiding on the islands of Wallis & Futuna. He was born under a different name, but for posterity's sake, as well as not deadnaming my own character, we will refer to him as Nova, as it was a nickname he picked up. His father was the caster, while his mother was an ordinary human. His father, unfortunately, died in an accident before he could hold little Nova for the first time. It's also important to note that Nova had an older brother born roughly two years prior to the same parents, and his name was Axel. When Nova was a baby and toddler, things were relatively okay, with his loving mother and protective older brother, and it simply being those three. But around the age of four, Nova's life was uprooted from the islands and they moved to the States, nested in the southern Californian heat. There, his mother had eventually remarried into a pre-built family with its own daughter and son, but Nova's new father-in-law may as well have been a demon. It was coming home from school alone one day that he had walked in on his older brother being drowned by his father-in-law in the bathroom, and he was forced and abused into staying quiet about what happened. His mother was made to believe it was an accident, and, for a short time, his mother mourned with him. But grief processes differently for everyone, and she seemed to linger far too long in the anger phase. She had lost her beloved alongside her eldest child in four short years. And little Nova looked so much like both of them that she could not bear it. Both of his parents as well as siblings had spent his entire childhood mercilessly abusing and harming him, leaving permanent scars that haunt him to this day. For a short time when he was roughly ten, he had run away, summoning forth his untapped magic and sealing a deal with a true demon in exchange for his safety, as well as had lived in the wilds with unknown monsters for what felt like years. He knew time was not flowing properly in those wilds, things repeated, nobody seemed to notice at all. Nobody except Nova. Eventually, unfortunately, his parents had found him in those wilds and dragged him back home. Three more years of the aggressive abuse while he had taken the fast-track through school, graduating 5 years early in hopes to earn his family's pride or love, and not one thing had changed. It was during one particular summer that his family had been taking a trip up the coast to head to an airport, with the intent to visit the islands, that there had been a massive wreck. Nova was the only one to not survive, being trapped within twisted metal and raging flames until everything had gone black.

That was when he had been taken into the arms of Nyx. He was given a choice, to pass on or to go back and finish his business. He took the chance to change his life, though the cost of so was all of his memories of his life prior to his death. He had woken up in a hospital as a ghost, alone, in the body of a 17 year old, not knowing a thing about himself. When asked, he had provided the name Light. After roughly 6 months of physical therapy and relearning things to work around the newfound burn scars all along his back, he had been released, and more or less stumbled into a small bookshop on his hunt for some place to work for a living. He thought, initially, he was clever, hiding in the upstairs loft to have a place to sleep. But the owner, a kindly old man simply by the name of Mr. Pendragon, had taken note, and in turn, approached and offered him a job as well as the empty studio apartment beneath the shop. Light took it, and worked diligently for a year for Pendragon, until old age had taken him away. In that time, Light had learned Pendragon was hoping to pass the shop on to someone, and without children or loved ones, he deemed Light the recipient of the shop, as well as a small fortune to ensure he could keep the place running during the shift in ownership and permission to change it around as he so pleased. Light had taken it graciously, letting the shop close for a few months whilst Light spent the time remodelling and rebranding after a period of deep mourning. With an online base keeping sales up while it was closed, and then the physical location opening, The Reading Raven was born, dubbed so when he had taken in a heavily injured young albino raven during the remodel. The raven, affectionately dubbed Allan, stuck around after its healing.

Over the next several years, this was all that happened, with a handful of passing relationships that further rooted Light with issues with his appearance or personality in some way. Later on, he had actually ended up falling for the demon he had made a pact with, and with his self worth so low, he had accepted and insisted on staying through a year and a half of further abuse to his person. He was kind, patient, forgiving, endlessly so. And it was through that demon that he had regained his memories. What Nyx had failed to tell him was that after regaining those memories, he would move on, no longer a ghost, with a life relatively okay. His unfinished business was finished. So when he had arrived in her groves yet again, he was offered the ability to move on or become her Guardian, an angel dedicated to fighting the forces of Entropy and Chaos, and more or less, never be permitted death or access to the afterlife in exchange, as it would permanently change his soul. He took it, accepting the position as her Guardian, and in turn, gaining wings as well as the angelic aspect of Knowledge and Astronomy. Coming back, he was overjoyed, hoping his demon partner would be relieved to see him 'alive' and back home. For a while, the demon was, ecstatic and dousing him in love and affection. But other forces tended to capture the demon's attention more, and in turn, more and more often he would find himself alone. Light was abandoned more often than not, and still insisted he was fine, even after he had had a child and otherwise had considered himself content.

In the meantime, Light had been doing just as asked; combating forces of Entropy and Chaos to Nyx's whims. Through it all, he had learned of her previous guardian, the god Erebus, and what had happened to him. She dodged giving a proper answer, only saying he had been corrupted, and leaving it at that. What Light had to learn the hard way, was that Erebus was not only alive, but jealous of Light's position in taking his job over. Erebus had sent a guardian of his own to take Light down, an entity of Nightmares and Hatred whom went by the name Void, who hid its face in most every confrontation. It was a challenge for Light, though he kept outwitting Void throughout the years. It was one final confrontation that changed Light's life forever. In getting close enough to remove the mask that concealed everything but steel grey eyes, he had seen the face of none other than Axel. It had Light pause far too long, and Void had instantly crippled Light in slicing his arm clean off and railing a knee into his chest. Poison of some unknown kind, something made by Erebus to counter the immortality Nyx had granted, had been forced into him in that instance. It was in a pocket dimension that Light had managed a panicked, pained conversation with his corrupted brother through the torture and pain he was putting Light through, distracting him just long enough to cast a forbidden ritual. That ritual being, in essence, a lichdom to abate the poison.

The ritual itself cost Light a lot, including his connection to Nyx, whom of which would seal him within his current dimension to prevent him from spreading his malice. He had to gore open his own brother and consume his heart in exchange for that power. And while the surge in power helped push back the power of a god's poison, it couldn't win it over. It could only keep it at bay, so long as he constantly fed off of energy and magic of other casters. So he did, including any friends he had at the time. He targeted the big names in the mage world, the most powerful he could find and sneak up on to drain until they were nothing but mere mortals - and that effect has, to his knowledge, stayed permanent. Two years passed, where he had lost his morality, lost his love and patience and kindness, cruelly turned on his demon and trapped him in a bubble of endless nightmares, sent his son away somewhere safe from his own malice. He didn't trust himself, nor should he have. Even when an old friend had turned up to save him, to offer enough magic and the magic of another god to purge it. He had paralyzed them, stolen it, harmed them twice over until he was reminded of his little Jay. Of the son he had not seen in two years, nor thought about. It was through this old friend's help he had finally purged that poison, though in turn it gave Void a form yet again.

He refused to apologise to the few friends that had survived his attacks. He didn't - and doesn't - see a reason to apologise for ensuring his survival when they wouldn't have helped to the extent he needed. There is only one person he apologised to, that being Penchant. Someone he had trusted before, and whom he had hoped would offer him forgiveness. He's fortunate it was received, and spent his days growing closer to him while he finally tried to pick up the pieces. Undoing the ritual nearly killed him again, but he had just barely managed to squeak by. He was left for days with no magic, but he was fine with that toll.

Present Day

It was after he had undone his ritual that his life had started to turn around. He moved on, divorced the demon, and settled in to pull himself back together as Umbra, as a person. He had spent time with Penchant in seeking help with unarmed combat, and just companionship. He was the one person he wanted to make up the two years of absence to, and along the way, he had fallen for him. Deeply so. And as the two had allowed a relationship to unfold, other things would pull back together. While he was trapped, for a long time, unable to leave his current dimension and therefore unable to collect his son from wherever he was, a new friend had done so. His store was back and running flawlessly, he felt and feels truly loved and admired and respected by his now-husband. Eventually, after a few months of feeling someone's eyes on him, he had confronted it, only to find it was Chaos itself seeking his attention. When prompted, Chaos admitted Umbra simply seemed interesting, as its daughter in Nyx had contained him. It broke those chains for him without a thought, and asked to see through his eyes to learn about the world, as it is more or less confined to its realm. Umbra agreed on the condition he was not asked to do anything else - no fighting, no protecting. Chaos agreed, and since then, he's been touched with that Chaos. He has the strong impulses to create and destroy, without much control, though he channels it through his work as an artist.