Mahvash had no qualms about keeping his prized gladiator in the same sort of accommodations as his concubines. His wives thought it odd though, in fact his first wife even questioned why he would allow a virile man like Hawk to be quartered in close proximity to Mahvash's concubines. He laughed a bit and shook his head dismissing the question entirely. Hawk had his own room, but he did not have the freedom to come and go as he pleased. The question was absurd because Mahvash would know what the gladiator was up to. Implying that he would not know the happenings of his own home? How ridiculous!

Besides, he wanted the gladiator close at hand.

Mahvash walked into the fighter's room at late morning, a young slave boy in tow carrying a long item wrapped in cloth, an item that could only be a blade. "I have a gift for you Hawk." Mahvash said with a slanted grin.

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Name
Mahvash Samara

Age
23

Gender
Male

Species
Human (Essyrni)

Height
5'11

Occupation
Merchant prince and man of means.

Residence
Essyrn

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Physical Description

Mahvash keeps his long black hair in those pretty, fashionable braids that have been so popular lately and has even taken to adding little glass beads to them as well as feathers and other pretty things. His chocolate skin is soft and plush since he was raised in luxury and he has an almost boyish appearance. His eyes are hazel but seem much more brown than green, in fact the green is only noticeable if one really stares at them up close. His face is a bit rounded but handsome and his body has a little extra meat on it, especially in the tummy area.

Personality

Mahvash acts as though he is only interested in luxuries and the frivolous things. In fact, to most it seems as though he spends money like it is nothing and he is merely throwing away his wealth. In reality he is a very shrewd young man who knows how to broker deals and get things done, hence why he can afford to spend money... and he keeps track of how much is spent, do not let his façade fool you.

His true djinn (vice) is violence. He loves it. Lustfully so, but he prefers watching it to actually participating. Perhaps that is why he likes to orchestrate things behind the scenes and is also why he owns a fair amount of gladiators.

While he is a merchant prince, particularly in the perfume and oils business he inherited from his father, he makes a lot of money in other, more dishonest ways. He hates to lose and can have quite a temper when things don't go his way, though usually he just smiles in public.

Abilities
Money related ones mainly. Mahvash is the kind of man who outsources things he needs done through a myriad of connections. He can dance but does not particularly like to.

Relationships

Despite his relatively young age Mahvash has two as of yet unnamed wives, and 7 concubines, one of which is his half sibling Maram-Jinan.

He also owns a few champion gladiators that he seems to dote on, in fact word has it that as far as being a gladiator goes, being owned by Mahvash Samara is the best gig there is. He is particularly fond of one of his gladiators, a foreigner called Hawk.

Rumor has it he actually keeps them in the same quarters as his concubines which a bit odd.

History

Mahvash claims to have met a djinn when he was a child. This belief has shaped much of who he is today. The djinn in question was a baby, his little baby half 'sister' who he gave the name Jinan to. Though the child's mother, one of his father's concubines, chose the name Maram for the baby; so his father gave the baby the name Maram-Jinan.

Ever since he first saw this djinn with berry colored hair he has hated and obsessed over it, especially since their father was so fond of the thing.

He had to own the djinn. It had to belong to him.

When he was 18 and already married to his first wife, his father mysteriously passed away and Mahvash inherited everything. The circumstances were suspicious and Mahvash found it stranger still that the djinn just took off with nothing to its name, trying to live as a man and so Mahvash had her kidnapped by slavers and sold to him.

(will probably add more later)

__________________QUICK STATS
Name
Kaavi Klkrin

Age
215 but looks about 37

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Celibate

Species
Demon / Incubus

Height
5'10

Occupation
A great purveyor of things that are things! He sells potions, powders, and general 'magical' items, and artifacts out of his caravan.

Residence
Traveling as he pedals his wares.

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Physical Description

Kaavi has orange hair that reaches just past his chin and is often messy with pieces sticking up on one side awkwardly. Sometimes he wears odd and silly hats to detract from this... actually they probably cause the problem in the first place. He has lovely soft mocha skin for a gentleman approaching middle age in appearance, and is slender but not entirely slight of build.

His most notable feature is the one no one notices, the colorful opal-like ever changing swirl of his eyes. While they are striking and captivating, it is impossible to pin down what color (or rather colors) they are because as soon as you are not looking at them you cannot seem to recall what they look like, and it as if they never left that strong impression on you at all. This is not a common feature, even among his particular ilk of incubuses and succubi.


Personality
Kaavi is charming as Hell (pun intentional), though he is a total con artist and scammer. He relies heavily on his charm and abilities to trick others and get what he wants, be it food, money, a warm place to sleep, or what have you.

Kaavi is an incubus, but he doesn't particularly like giving into his urges.

Abilities
If he fed off the sexual energies of others he could stay young and beautiful forever, but he doesn't. He is however, very charming and seductive by nature.

Relationships


History

Giano headed into the palace with his head held high. He didn't walk, he glided just above the ground the wings on his head fluttering to allow this while the large ones on his lower back were neatly folded behind him. After a moment of navigating the temple ruins he stopped to make sure his son was still behind him. Perhaps he was going to fast. After all Sureya had to walk.

The white haired Toriiri followed after his father, head turning from side to side to take in all the scenery and creatures. He had never been to the palace before and awed by it all. Even though it didn't seem like it, Suri understood what was going on. His father was going to try and give him away because he was useless and a burden to their people. It was alright though, because it was true. A bird that cannot fly does not belong in the tree tops. He would miss his father though, he always protected Sureya even though it brought him criticism from the other members of the council.

It took the smaller male a moment to realize that his father was waiting for him and he hurried along, not realizing he had fallen so behind. His father looked so sad and troubled so Suri flashed him a bright cheery smile to ease his mind, but his father only smiled sadly in return.

"Sureya..." Giano began to say before clearing his throat lightly. "Just stay beside me in the throne room unless Lord Charik says other wise, alright?" He waited for his son to nod before continuing. "I am hoping that this will be your home now, I hope that I may visit you, but even if I am able it will not be often. You have to be a good boy and obey Lord Charik alright?"

Suri tilted his head and lightly chewed his lower lip before nodding again. He knew that he was going to be left here, but it hadn't really sunk in till his father said that. Not the fact that his father may not be able to see him again. How could that be? His father would come see him... he had to. Before Sureya could do anything else his father seized him in a big hug. "I love you Sureya, and always will. Please remember that."

Suri leaned in to kiss his father's cheek and smile at him again. He loved his father too.

Giano moved to speak to a servant then, asking for an audience with Lord Charik while Suri just gazed around at the lovely surroundings. He definitely preferred this to the tree top village, it was just lovely and there wasn't terrifying heights to fall from here.

__________________QUICK STATS
Name
Sureya Anelise

Nicknames
Suri, Little Dove

Age
20

Gender
Male

Species
Toriiri

Height
4'6

Occupation
Hopefully soon to be member of King Charik's harem.

Residence
Kishahn Jungle

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Physical Description
Sureya has long white hair that reaches his bottom and is mostly feather like in appearance. He has small white feathery wings where human ears would be but a human face and body. He wears the normal textured hair in little buns above his wings and bangs straight across his forehead while the feathery hair cascades down his back. Suri is lithe and delicate in appearance and has long white tail feathers that are so long they trail behind him when he walks or even when he hovers over the ground.

Despite being fully grown for his kind his face is very youthful, feminine and a bit rounded. His eyes are very pale blue and almost iridescent in the sunlight. He tends to wear flowing robe like clothing in pale and pastel shades. 


Personality
Sureya cannot speak and comes across as child-like, slow, and aloof because of this. In actuality he is very intuitive, sweet, caring and smart. He is a fast learner and likes to see others smile. It makes him happy when those around him (especially people he likes) are happy.

Abilities
Unlike other Toriiri Sureya cannot fly. His head wings are under developed and he never grew wing on his back or waist like most of his kind do. He can hover a few inches off the ground for short periods of time due to his people's delicate bone structure, frames and figures.

All Toriiri have wind elemental abilities but the strength varies. Sureya can only create small breezes that are not harmful or useful except to cool people off a bit.

Suri can sing (though it's more like humming and isn't actual words) he can also whistle and coo softly in his sleep... not really abilities so much as adorable.


Relationships
His family consists of his father and 4 older siblings all who are living on their own now.

History
Sureya has never spoken. It was hard for his father, a council member in the Toriiri tribe, to deal with as a single father, luckily some of his older children helped with raising Suri. Unfortunately it became clearer and clearer as Sureya got older that he would never be able to live a normal life among the Toriiri people. After all they lived in the treetops of the Kishahn  jungle and possessed large wings that sprouted from their heads, most even had large wings at their back's and waists to help aid with their flying, but Sureya only possessed tiny head wings.

He couldn't even fly. Now that Sureya is of age (20 in the Toriiri tradition is the age one becomes an adult) he is supposed to live on his own and seeing as he cannot he would essentially be left to die. Unable to see such a fate befall his youngest child Suri's father, Giano, decided he will offer Sureya to King Charik's harem in hopes that his son will have a good life there.

The small inn / pub was relatively quiet, but then again it was still early afternoon. Arkyn couldn't help but yawn some, feeling a bit rude as a large woman brought out their food. "Thank you." He said simply getting a nod from the woman in return. Not the best hospitality he'd seen but not even close to the worst. Then again Demaraen was already tearing into the meat on his plate with his fangs.

Arkyn looked down at his food, suddenly not very hungry. He was just... kinda depressed these days. Then again anyone with an expiration date on them, who traveled around with the person who planed on eating them would sort of feel down in the dumps now and then. Suddenly it occurred to him that the guttural sounds of Dem's eating had stopped, and Arkyn could feel the demon's eyes on him. He didn't want to, but he felt compelled to look up.

"You aren't eating." Demaraen stated giving the mage a puzzled look. "We stopped here cause you were lagging and hungry and now you're not eating."

"We stopped here cause I was tired and then you said you wanted food. Besides we don't have anywhere particular to be... we are on my time anyway." Arkyn replied softly, adjusting his spectacles some.

"Well you're too scrawny... you should eat." Demaraen wiped some meat juices from his scruffy beard. "Where do you wanna go?"

Arkyn couldn't help but think the demon was just trying to fatten him up before eating him. Of course that wasn't realistic since Dem was going to eat his soul.  "I just want to find some people with interesting lives and stories... something for the journals." He said idly picking at his food and eating. As much as he hated to admit he did obey Demaraen's little commands; automatically too.

__________________QUICK STATS
Name
Khavanri Jalmuur

Age
15

Gender
Uuuhhh boobs mean female right?  Then that.

Sexuality
Married.
Oh… OH! Wait umm… somewhere between ‘I’m not sure’ and ‘please don’t touch me.’
.////.;;;

Species
Human

Ethnicity
Dimuroite

Height
5’4

Occupation
Wife and Light Chaser


Residence
With the nomadic Dimuro tribe

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Physical Description
Khavanri has long reddish-brown hair that reaches her behind and golden yellow eyes. She has a sweet kind face and slender body. Her body is very proportionate and nothing is too big or too small for her frame.

Personality
Khava is a very conflicted ‘girl’. She isn’t sure she really wants to be a girl, but she doesn’t know if she’d want to be a boy either. She is a kind and loving person but she also has a bit of a temper and at times is easily frustrated. So far her life has been planned by those around her, both family and community, and she has gone with the flow of things as any Dimuroite would… but more and more the path she is on is making her upset and full of self-doubt and self-loathing.

If she knew what she wanted she’d at least know what to do about her life… but as things are all she knows is things don’t feel… right.

Magic/Abilities
Khavanri is a Light Chaser, which is the Dimuroite equivalent to a religious leader. As such she is considered a holy person, granted the gift of great inner Light and the ability to see the ‘path’ before the Dimuroite people. This is something Khava isn’t sure she truly possesses. She has had visions, but they never make any sense to her.

Relationships
Khavanri was recently married (arranged marriage) to a man named Faluurik Jalmuur who is three years older than her and seems to care for her a great deal. She is conflicted and doubts the sincerity of his feelings because he cannot possibly know the real her, she still hasn’t even figured herself out… so how can he like her?

Her parents basically left her upbringing to the elders when it was deemed that Khavanri was a Light Chaser. As such they have always viewed her as holy, and put her on a pedestal instead of treating her like their child. She has brothers and a sister, but barely knows them since she was practically separated from her family at a young age.

History
(Coming soon~)

Ok so my character Amalendu likes umm... well teenagers... his main target range is 14-19 which considering the fact that its a medieval rp... is not too bad. xD He's a bit of a pevy bastard but he'd never ever hurt any of these pretty kids he falls for.. he likes to make them happy (that's like the only nice thing he does) and while he will flirt with them, they would have to make the first move for anything romantic to happen.

He is a moon spirit who can shape shift and is immortal-ish so he can show up anywhere and be any gender even though he defaults to male. If you wanna play with him let me know! ^////^

Your char doesn't have to be a kid, but if they aren't they should be prepared to be messed with and used for whatever devious purposes suit his current fancy xD

Arkyn couldn't wait to get off the ship. He felt as though he'd been seasick the entire last week... and the rest of the two months hadn't been much fun either. He stumbled down the dock covering his mouth like he was going to vomit, his heavy satchel slid off his shoulder and jerked his arm to boot as he wretched over the small dock.

"Wow. Now that's something there..." Demaraen chuckled darkly as he watched the little mage spew his innards into the sea. "I told you we should have traveled my way... or not come to such a remote place at all, but you refused... and now you have none of my pity and none of my aid."

Arkyn tried to ignore the tall demon standing behind him... but it was difficult to ignore someone like him. "Shut up... Master...." He grumbled as he stood shakily, wiping his mouth and adjusting his spectacles. "I was not about to travel by your methods... and I want to learn about every culture I can... I cannot skip the islands simply because I have to travel by sea..." Ughhh the thought of it made his stomach turn. "Besides we met some interesting people on the ship..." He muttered as he started to walk towards the village nearby.

Dem chuckled again and followed after the brightly dressed mage, finding it hilarious that the short human stood out so much already. "Yes, I forgot... you acquired more stories for your anthology." The foolish boy, spending his time writing about nonsense... people, lands... stories of victories and myths about creation... it was so pointless... in 12 years the mage would be dead, no children left behind, no one to remember him... and that would be all. Dead, soul consumed by Demaraen as agreed. The end.

"...Master... please do not cause any... problems here." Arkyn spoke in a hushed voice as they entered the village, despite the fact that his words were in the common tongue and the natives' words clearly weren't.

The blonde demon let out a sigh and looked down at the younger male. "I will merely translate for you."

(Official art from Wand of Fortune, not mine)

__________________QUICK STATS
Name
Amalendu 'Amal' Somadev

Age
Unknown but appears to be in his early to mid 20s.

Gender
Male by default, but can change it at will.

Sexuality
Pansexual

Species
Lunar spirit

Ethnicity
Jerichan

Height
Default is about 5'9, but he can change his height at will.

Occupation
Entertaining himself by making your life more difficult.

Residence
Where ever he pleases

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Physical Description
Amalendu has chin length black hair that is cropped rather uniquely and styled in sort of a spiky fashion, with longer pieces framing his face. His pinkish-purple eyes are the only thing he cannot change the color of. He is a shape shifter and can take the shape of almost any living creature at will, though some are much easier and natural for him.

When he gets excited or drunk black rabbit ears have a habit of popping out of his head. He has pale skin a pretty face and a lithe body. He has little concern for what gender he looks like, since he can change it easily, though he does default to male mostly. Boobs get too heavy to carry around and peeing while standing is more efficient.

Personality
Snide, snarky, silly, and strange. Amal likes to manipulate things till he gets his way or creates a more amusing outcome. He is a trickster and a pervert and takes a great deal of pride in both. He delights in the misery of adults but takes pity on children for whom he has a great deal of affection for. Too much in fact. While he will sleep with any who strike his fancy, his primary attraction is to individuals of any gender between the ages of 14 and 19. He practically idolizes beautiful young things and would never harm or push himself on them, but would gladly keep them company in bed.

Magic/Abilities
Shape shifting is the only ability that he shows off. He cannot truly die and doesn't age in the traditional sense but can appear older or younger by changing his appearance.  He can also fight really well, usually with daggers that he keeps strapped at his side.

It is assumed he has some sort of other power concerning the moons and even tides but he doesn't talk about it or display it.

Relationships


History
Amalendu has been alive for hundreds of years. Well not alive for all of it, he has 'died' before, had to go back to Jericho, the moon city, and then sneak back to the earth. He was never a fan of others of his kind. Most of them were too goodie-goodie, and never questioned anything. Amal wanted answers for shit he couldn't even formulate questions for. Humans were much more enjoyable in his opinion.

Amal likes to live in the here and now and doesn't talk about his past much. It's rather painful to talk about anyway.

(chibi doodle of Demaraen)

__________________QUICK STATS
Name
Demaraen ‘Dem’ Astarthos

Age
A noble demon rarely reveals his age… but it’s 527, though he looks like he’s in his late 30s.

Gender
All male, wanna see? ;D

Sexuality
Pansexual

Species
Demon- specific details unavailable to the general public.

Ethnicity
None of your concern.

Height
6’5

Occupation
None, he does as he damn well pleases.

Residence
Traveling with a pipsqueak of a mage, so currently no steady residence you need concern yourself with.

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Physical Description
Dem’s broad powerful shoulders, tan skin and a muscular build (that isn’t too bulky looking) are usually hidden underneath loose fitting black clothing. He is fond of those decorative leather strips that Connlaothians use on their sleeves, though he doesn’t always wear them conventionally. Demaraen’s hair is a golden hue and is usually a mess of curls that reaches just past his shoulders. His eyes are maroon in color but can change to a more ruby color, as well as a blood red, depending on his mood. He has pointed ears and fangs but isn’t elven or vampiric in any way. Fuck the trees, and nature. And drinking blood is purely for pleasure… he can stop any time. (XD)

He has a powerful angular looking jaw line and sharp but handsome features. He is usually sporting a scruffy beard and sometimes even a goatee or mustache. He doesn’t usually like having more facial hair than a ‘5 o’clock shadow’ (which he usually ends up more like 2-3 times a day), but sometimes lets it grow a bit since it bothers a certain baby-faced mage who is so much fun to taunt.

Personality
Demaraen is usually a fucking bastard. No really. He doesn’t give a shit about anything that doesn’t directly affect him in anyway. Unfortunately his traveling companion Arkyn has a way of making shit Dem’s problem. He tries to make things amusing for him, but often ends up humoring Arkyn’s whims with a bored, annoyed expression. Still, you don’t mess with Demaraen.

Abilities
Demaraen can choose to be invisible around people without magic. Even some people with barely any magic can’t see him when he does this. It’s the only ability he displays openly, the others are rarely used but he does use dark magic to manipulate things to his will. He eats souls, especially the souls of beings with magic abilities and turns that magic into his own power and strength.

Demaraen is also able to understand any human tongue as if it were his own native one. Some more magical languages are a bit fuzzy though.

Relationships
He owns a mage named Arkyn who is his slave and future snack. He and Arkyn sort of get along… most of the time. It’s a strange relationship, but no one better fuck with his food.

History
Other than him saving Arkyn’s life when the kid was 19 and making a pact where he owns the stupid mage and gets to eat his soul after 25 years, well nothing else is known about Demaraen’s past really. It’s not like he talks about it, and no one would dare ask him. Well that whole pact mess was 13 years ago. Only 12 more years till he gets to eat his tasty snack! 8D

   
(Arkyn chibi doodles x3)

__________________QUICK STATS
Name
Arkyn

Age
32 (looks about 19)

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Homosexual

Species
Human

Ethnicity
Connlaothian

Height
5'6

Occupation
Wandering Philosopher

Residence
None

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Physical Description
Arkyn is quite ashamed of his boyish and terribly smooth face. He is 120 lbs of lean muscle, has pale skin, and is shorter and slighter looking then he hoped he would grow to be. Of course he hasn't grown any since he was 19, not even stubble on his face. His reddish-brown hair is haphazardly cut and doesn't grow anymore so he doesn't even bother with it. His eyes are a lovely shade of emerald green and are almond shaped but rather large, further adding to his youthful look. His vision isn't great and he wears spectacles to improve his vision.

His back is littered with old flagellation marks, and his chest has a huge dark scar over his heart.

Personality
Arkyn is very kind and has taken to learning about different cultures and the world at large. He is rather reserved, but is also sincere and genuine in his actions. He enjoys helping others, but hesitates to get close to anyone, opting not to stay in one place too long. He keeps his emotions in check most of the time but is easily upset by things that go against his moral code. Deep down he is filled with shame, regret, and self loathing, but he puts on a soft smile and toughs through every day.

Abilities
Arkyn is a fire mage and can create flames from thin air, as well as manipulate flames and withstand fire's heat. His fire magic is powerful and he keeps it in check and only uses it if absolutely necessary. Sometimes it feels as though the flames are consuming him from within.

Relationships
Arkyn is 'owned' by and travels with a demon named Demaraen, who he has a 'pact' with. They have a complicated relationship with each other and appear to be begrudgingly friendly with each other.

History
Arkyn was born and raised in Connlaoth by the church. Apparently one of his parents was a mage and he was taken away from them as a baby. He never met or knew his parents and was very dedicated to the church. He became a brother and wanted to be a priest, but knew it was impossible since he was a mage. He was mild mannered and always well behaved as a kid. He truly believed that magic was a sin and would flog himself without being told to every time he felt the heat of the flames inside him.

He doesn't talk about that day. The day his world shattered. The day he lost control. The day the church burned down. Arkyn ran, and ran.... trying to out run himself. He was so scared... and hurt. When he finally collapsed he was breathing what he thought would be his last breaths.

...Fortunately, and unfortunately, he met Demaraen. The demon 'saved' his life, but it came with an expiration date. Arkyn was given life that wasn't really life... it was stagnant existence; unchanging and only lasting for 25 years. After the 25 years are up Demaraen would claim Arkyn's end of the bargain, his tasty soul.

That was 13 years ago...

I wanted to rp with my seahorse 'boy'. I was thinking he could have easily been caught and sold into slavery. Lahvi would then need an attentive master... possibly loving... possibly not. Either way Lahvi would be confused and not understand what's happening. xD

Please let me know if you are interested in playing x3

Hello everyone ^//////^ I'm Nix and I'm looking forward to rping here with all of you! I've been rping for.... a very long time xD

*suddenly feels old* ./////.;;;

I was told that I could play my cute seahorse boy here and honestly that's all it took for me to check it out and join xD

I'm really pretty easy going and am open to lots of different things... but I'm rather terrible at these introductions .////.;;;

Feel free to talk to me/ ask me questions/ be my friend! x3

(Doodle chibi of Lahvi and his narwhal plushie Nahri)

__________________Quick Stats
Name
Ohtulahvi (Oh-two-la-vee) 'Lahvi'

Age
17

Gender
Male- Though technically 'he' has both genitals and is only considered 'male' because he doesn't have breasts.

Sexuality
Huh?

Ethnicity
Muirin (A collective race of assorted mer-creatures)

Height
5'5

Occupation
None

Residence
Originally from Sheelin an underwater 'utopia'.

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Physical Description
Lahvi has long platinum hair that reaches to where his seahorse tail begins in the back and is cut with long sloppy angled bangs in the front. His skin is mostly black with glowing yellow markings on his face and arms and a black seahorse tail, however his coloring can change at times. His light blue eyes shine with hope and, more often than not, confusion. Lahvi has a cute round face and a lithe body. He gills behind his ears but does have a small set of human like lungs too.

Personality
Lahvi is considered naive and childlike even among Muirin standards. He is very sweet and kind despite the fact that he is not treated with the same kindness. Lahvi is quite klutzy and very quick to apologize.

Abilities
He can breath under water (XD), but other than that and changing color he can't really do anything special. He can't even swim very well.

While Lahvi is able to surface from the water and breathe air, he can only survive for about an hour out of the water and has no way of walking or really moving on land.

Relationships


History
Ohtulahvi was always an outcast. He was different... and even in a 'utopian' society those who are different are easy prey. Orphaned at a young age he grew up with the other orphans of Sheelin, which wasn't too terrible since the orphanage was in the royal palace. Still, he was always mentally slower than the other children, and didn't have any sort of family or friends, well other than his narwhal plush toy. He was picked on by the other children quite often, and ended up running away after accidentally breaking the royal crown (wasn't really his fault but he thinks it was).