Asclyon

A bright and cheerful boy born to a loving (if quiet and overly regimented) family in a beautiful (but stale and overly regimented) kingdom, he ended up getting bored and growing interested in the noisy family who had just moved into their neighborhood. That family was strange and rustic and different that he couldn't help visiting all the time, growing especially interested in the oldest sister who was warm and kind and bright the way his own family wasn't. Despite the difference in their ages he quickly grew enamored with her, in her pride, her strength and her skills, viewing in her everything he wished he could have. 

He was despite his optimism quite a perceptive child, and realized eventually that most of the other children avoided that family, and his own parents too seemed to have an odd relationship to them. His father seemed overjoyed to see that family's patriarch again (his uncle, he eventually figured - though he had so many uncles the word meant nothing to him) yet at the same time their relationship was strained and one-sided, and his mother just avoided the topic altogether. All his other friends and cousins too seemed to treat them with contempt, but though he perceived it he cared little for such dramas and simply played as he would. 

The idyllic carelessness of childhood was not to last however as eventually he grew up and grew more and more embroiled in the kingdom's politics and religious conflicts, which was unfortunately unavoidable as he was still royalty. One of many and not directly in line of any throne, but still. Things changed and despite his efforts the relationship with his uncle's family grew strained, and it was during this time that he had a sister, and focused instead on loving and helping to raise her. (She turned out even wilder than he did.)

The pressure in the kingdom grew ceaselessly, and though he worked his hardest to foster agreement and restore peace, eventually a civil war broke out. He fought valiantly at his father's side, but in the chaos of war his father was killed and in the end the godly Danae stepped in, ruling to exile the opposing side. Most of his uncle's family chose to leave, and by that point it was a relief. It was at terrible cost and with a terrible end, but at least, finally there was peace once more. 

The eldest daughter, having repudiated her father, was permitted to stay, and to her and the remnants of her family he opened his arms in friendship. He thought perhaps they might be able to forge a new peace, a new beginning, and while things seemed to progress quite well at first he couldn't help noticing that the kingdom's atmosphere had become strained and . . . strange. Having lost faith in the fae rulers the Danae stepped in more and more, forcing upon them an almost unbearable conformity. Periodic purges were launched against any remaining "disloyal elements", and though as the son of the Danae's greatest champion in the civil war Alvion was largely spared, he still saw firsthand what the remnants of his uncle's family was put through. 

The eyes of the eldest daughter whom he loved so much, once so bright and so warm, grew increasingly shadowed as she was forced, again and again, to denounce her father. Her youngest brother, only a child, was taken from their family to be trained into the Danae's new armies, and eventually the youngest sister as well, though to what purpose they knew not. The family's grief was palpable yet they put on a brave face still, forced to carry forever the guilt and sin stained upon them by their patriarch's actions. And though as much as he could he tried to shield and spare them, yet eventually the whispers turned against him too and he found there was none left who would listen to him.

At a certain point his father was called from the valleys of the dead, to once again serve the gods as their champion, and at first he was overjoyed - but he saw so little of his father during that time, and what he saw only distraught him further. His father, once so strong, became so haunted and so lost, like a puppet on strings. He sought to find out why, wanted to try to help, but the halls of the Danae were closed to him. And then one day out of nowhere, the demons attacked. 

It was barely a battle, in fact more of a rout. The Danae were defeated, dead or merely beaten they knew not, and the fae were split amongst the demons, taken as the spoils of war. What happened next he knew little of, his memory of it erased - all he knew next was that he had been saved by the eldest daughter, her father having returned. The world he found himself in was changed almost beyond recognition but worse was the state in which he found his people, his beloved sister. Things happened then, too quickly and in flashes of horror and desperation, but at its end and in great confusion he found himself the crown prince of the kingdom, his father now the king. 

Such a thing was inconceivable, unimaginable, there were so many others ahead of them in line (but they were all mad or dead now, many by their own hand) and besides, the Danae had ruled! But they were all gone now, the task of rebuilding the kingdom left to the survivors. Even the eldest sister and her family had gone, to new lives in faraway lands - there was no one left. Still, he did his best. He rallied and rebuilt, doing his best to return his kingdom to glory. While he was needed, while he had work to do he could endure, but without it . . . the quiet pressed in, strained and stifling, almost deafening in its silent roar.

His mother had gone mad, and sometimes he wondered it it would be better if she, too, had died. Then perhaps at least she would be at peace. (Was there even peace, for the dead?) And his sister . . . sometimes she seemed sane, and yet, by her behavior it was clear she was not so. His father too, stolid as a statue, worked like an automaton. And his people . . . a shadow hung over them like a cloud of dread, and he found the environment suffocating, unbearable. He held little memory of the demons, and thus could not understand.

Still, eventually there was some kind of peace, and prosperity. His kingdom no longer needed him around all the time, and he started wandering, bored. He wandered farther and farther, and for longer, and eventually decided to see what happened to the older sister and her family. 

(character design is for up to this point in time)

PERSONALITY

• Brave, forthright, valiant
• Noble, moral, gracious, generous
• Positive, cheerful, helpful
• Headstrong, stubborn, reckless

POWERS

• Physical Reinforcement
• Ice Manipulation (slow, debuff and suppression focus)
• Influence (wide-area enchantment) 

WEAPONS

• Sword
• Bow

SKILLS

• Swordplay
• Music

COMBAT STYLE

• A straightforward fighter focused on swordplay, tries to fight honorably as much as he can but has definitely seen more than enough shit to be pragmatic about it
• Able to use his ice abilities to slow and suppress opponents 
• Uses his influence abilities to misdirect and confuse his opponents when he needs to

WEAKNESSES

• Weak ranged game

NOTES

• May or may not have a fetish for redheads