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Name Prince Draven Flannchadh
Pronounced  DR AHH V EN   
Age  appears 34-  is probably centuries old, he can not recall
Gender male
Species Human
Ethnicity the 'nameless' (a kingdom that has been forgotten, even to him)
Height 6'
Occupation  Eldest Prince of a Cursed and forgotten Kingdom (The Kingdom of Aerona)
Residence  in the void, some sort of twilight realm where his kingdom is held, frozen in time, as the powers that corrupted it's people remains and they- are stuck there as if in purgatory, unable to continue on with their lives or die, while the world  and it's people is slowly losing it's color, it's people turning into phantoms as they walk, memory-less in the streets

__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description
Talla nd thin, he's got muscle but he's built more like a panther, or Jackal. THe muscles are formed only from  his experience as a knight, one who was raised from birth with the honor and duty to protect his kingdom.  His natural eye color is brown, but has since began to burn with the faint color of blood.  His dark brown hair is worn slick back with spikes jutting out from the back of his head, then is left cropped more tightly at the base of his skull.  He has one braid, hanging off the left side of his face that hangs down a few inches longer than his chin.
His face and nose are long, and his features are relatively flat. He has a calm expression about him, and thick brows, sideburns that extend into the light beard worn at the frame of his face (but not around his lips)

He wears his father's necklace, and a white collared shirt that laces up beneath a leather jerkin which has a high collar at the back and became less steep towards the front where it folds back and pins to the leather with a silver button.

He wears leather gauntlets, armed on top with laced steel. The tips are fingerless.
He wears a single, feather earring on his left ear, and a piercing, a silver hoop, on the same side on his eyebrow.

He wears tight leather pants, and tall, skin tight boots with heels that go up to his thighs. They are also coated in laced steel.  A sword hangs at his side, his father's sword, the sword of his kingdom- a sword, that now bares his corruption and sin.


History

Tall and thin, but well muscled, especially in his arms, Draven is an excellent fighter, having had to learn at a young age how to defend himself, and his country, as well as the sacred forest his people had been blessed to protect.  It was founded, deep within his blood line, that the Flannchadh people had been chosen by the Guardian of the Ancient forest to protect it, and granted to take ownership of the lands bordering the ancient forests to keep other, greedy countries and creatures from corrupting it.

However, against the odds, massive creatures, like Ogres, Giants, even demons try to take their claim of the forest, where mysterious creatures and powers grow; it being said a 'seed', the life force of all things on this earth, grows. A tree of life, or tree of paradise; the very foundations of what we are today.

After a brutal power, many of the royal warriors had perished, including the King, leaving his Queen to rule in his stead while his eldest son, Draven, was made regent and head of the army.  Too busy to wed, and too focused on battle for anything else, Draven found himself cornered in a deep part of the woods during a pinnacle battle, when some dark force called his name...

Bleeding badly, and most certainly on his death bed, Draven turned himself over, coughing out the blood the bubbled inside his throat and turned, bleary eyed towards the voice...

The voice wanted his blood...
The royal blood of the Nameless....
The offer was enticing, a chance at victory, a chance to try again where he failed, so that his death wouldn't have to be, and so his family, his kingdom, the entire forest would not have to suffer...

The promise, this power... was enticing, and what did he have to lose? If anything, this power promised him the key to protecting his people- after all, if he were to die, it would only leave his younger brother and a handful of others left to defend their honorable nation.  So, dragging his body towards the voice, he let his blood flow into the crevices of an ancient stone statue...
and as his blood began to fill it, his life slipping away, and he blacked out...

When Draven awoke, all of the dark creatures around him were slain-
What had once appeared as a battlefield with the corpses of his men, was now littered with the corpses of his enemy.  He had no idea the power he possessed, until they attacked again, and a black light flickered from a seal on his arm and curled around him, blessing him with the force of the soulless...  the same symbol from the stone.

It was an unknown and ancient power that wickedly corrupts...
one of the deceitful illusions of a darkness that had, since the dawn of time, been trying to prey on the light of life.
And Draven fell blindly into it's trap.

Draven, with this new power unleashed on his enemies, they were again, devastated and forced to withdraw; but not without repercussions, for the power Draven possessed not only cursed himself, but his entire kingdom when the Forest Guardian had found out what he had done.

She sealed them away, in a void, a phantom world between the twilight, between dreams, between the living and the dead...: in a world, where time stood still, while her powers slowly began to destroy the great nation that had once stood to protect the ancient forests in which they loved.  As time slowly passed, centuries, perhaps even millenia- the colors in the kingdom began to fade, memories started to go with it, and now the colorless, empty draining power of the Forest Goddess is beginning to reach for the castle, and aims to take hold of the royal blood line- the final peace to laying to rest the ancient power that bested them.  Many people walk around the kingdom as mindless ghosts, even in 'reality'- some have claimed to see them.

Knowing they're doomed and feeling the tremendous weight of this guilt on his back, Draven seeks for a way to save his people, his mother, brother, even sister, from their fate.
They had once been a noble people, sacrificing themselves for the good of the forest.
He wishes to prove he can do it again, and to bring his people back from this purgatory they're living in.

In the real world, the kingdom appears as ruins, but in the void, the haunting ghosts of it's people remain, souls trapped in a world losing it's color.  Draven seeks for a connection, anything to bring him back to the real world, to get out of this prison the Guardian thrust upon them-

And has, recently, come upon it with the help of his brother.  Sharing his plan with him, believing can be trusted to some extent, he desires to return to the world of the living; to right his wrongs no matter the cost...

and he's beginning to find those clues..
while the Guardian of the Forest is waking up, realizing her cursed children have found a way to escape from their isolated cage.  She has had her hands full, the corruption that took this nameless kingdom (a name forgotten in time), it had spread throughout the forest.


Now.. what fate is in store for the Nameless kingdom, forever drifting in a world losing it's color? In a world of ghosts? In a world losing itself and memories?


Draven believes the kingdom will rise again. He will atone for his sins. Even if he has to make a deal with the devil.





Personality
He's a leader, but keeps many secrets to himself, never showing face he holds the weight of the world, and the guilt of his people, on his shoulders.  He has an ulterior motive that drives him forward- seeking only one thing... to find a way to save his people and right the wrongs he had started- no matter the cost.  His family means a great deal to him, and because of the mistakes he has made, he will blindly plot a way to free them from the curse he brought upon them, never letting them know how much he is suffering on the inside.

Magic/Abilities
He wields a dark, cursed power- one that blinds him with perfection in battle when called, but when it's used, it drains the life force of his cursed people more quickly, and also aids in the wide spread wither and decay of the Ancient Forests.  It will also eat away at his humanity, little by little, as the power roots itself deeper inside his blood. He can only hope his brother will never fall prey to this being, this raw power of destruction.

Relationships
Younger Brother, Laighean
Younger Sister, Fiona
Father (deceased)
Mother





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