Name: Ness FallstarRace:
Wild Caller SummonerCampaign Trait:
Child of the Crusade OR Exposed to Awfulness OR Riftwarden Orphan
The power of the demons that ebbs and flows through the Worldwound is a corrupting force, one that seeks to twist everything in its path into a depraved form bereft of rationality or the natural order of the world. Nature was no meager force, however, to be cowed and torn down without a word, nor were those that dwelt within it, that guarded it from the encroaching darkness. The Sidhe were among the vanguard of those sworn to protect the natural world, and among the greatest of them was the Leanan Sidhe. However, even the Sidhe, great lords and ladies of faerie power had a limit; they were unable to affect the world directly, except in very specific ways. Rather, they had to use a conduit, and for this task they chose a boy who was still young when the Fourth Crusade began.
Ness grew up on a small town on the outskirts of Kenabres by the name of Melanfon. His parents, both riftwardens in their own right, were part of the guard that protected the wardstones and ensured that they remained whole even as the entire might of the demon armies made attempt after attempt to destroy the wards that protected the rest of the world against their advance. They, along with most of the adults within the village had been conscripted in previous crusades or continued to stand guard against the demons, the last wall of defense against a mountain of rage and teeth, leaving Ness and the rest of the children to be cared for by the village elders, many in their late years and barely able to tend their own fields much less care for young children.
And so Ness and the others ran wild for a time, within the deep forests surrounding the village, left to much their own devices. It was on one of these adventures that Ness became lost in the forest. He wandered for hours, the quiet forest that he had always been sure he had known like the back of his own hand becoming a twisty thing of brambles and thorns ready to snatch at him, tree branches like arms swaying in the wind to catch at his hair and clothing. Finally he broke down, crying, and that was when a beautiful woman came to him in the guise of an elf. She was the loveliest thing he had ever seen, and immediately his tears tried as his face broke in awe at her presence. She introduced herself to him as simply "Leah", and promised to guide him home if he agreed to a request. Still a boy, he thought nothing of it, and immediately agreed. With a smile, she bid him close his eyes, and as soon as he did so the very earth seemed to spin about him, and he found himself at the entrace of Melanfon once more.
Years passed, and Ness forgot of his encounter with the lady. However, the Demon Lords had an inkling of the Sidhe plan, and thought to easily cripple it. Managing to get a single contingent of their lowest-level soldiers under guises past the wardstones, a great undertaking yet one that would go far, they came in the dead of night to attack the village. They laid waste to Melanfon, slaughtering the elderly by the dozens, as well as leaving no child untouched, for they knew that one of them was integral to the Sidhe plan, if they knew not which. Ness, for his part, was left shivering within a barn able to do nothing and feeling helpless as his companions and caretakers were slaughtered before his eyes through the slit in the barn window.
Then the woman came to him again, after so many years, appearing beside him. She spoke quiet words, her eyes glowing with a fey light, and she reminded him of his request, and promised to protect him if only he entered a deeper bargain with her. Desperate, he agreed, and she instructed him to say words of eldritch power. He could feel the power mounting within his body as the words began to shape themselves within his mouth with barely any guidance needed, and at the end of the chant he saw a feline smile cover the Sidhe woman's mouth. "And now, you are mine," she whispered with a smile before everything went black and he felt darkness consume him.
It was a time later that he awoke, several miles from the village as daybreak stole upon the landscape. Even from where he stood, he could see there were no signs of life; a contingent of knights had been sent out by Kenabres to put down the raid, and while they had successfully destroyed the invading demons, they had come too late to save the people who had populated the village. Breaking down and crying, despite being of age now, Ness railed at the woman. Why could she have not saved anyone else? It was so unfair. A rage came about him, and he swore. He would kill them, kill them all, no matter what he must do, no matter what he must sacrifice. The demons had to die for what they had done.
"It is good that you feel that way, for what is done is done," came the voice behind him, and he spun to see the Sidhe woman. She introduced herself to him as the Leanan Sidhe, and that she had bound an aspect of herself to his own spirit, and would use him as a weapon to strike such a blow against the demons that they might never recover. All the while she spoke, the ghost of a smile haunted her lips, tantalizing him with knowledge unspoken, and he glared back. She had used him, and he became certain that he had been the reason that the demons had attacked the sleepy village.
He grew angry with her too, and tried to defy her, but suddenly his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and she made a tsk
sound with the roof of her mouth while shaking a reproachful finger at him. He could feel the geas settle upon him like a heavy winter coat, yet could do nothing about it as she explained that by enacting the ritual, he was now beholden, at least partially, to her will. And so she instructed him to leave the remains of the village and seek like-minded crusaders in Kenabres who might help him in his journey to attempt to defeat the demon armies... or die trying.Appearance:
Ness himself is a young man just a year or two above the age of twenty. He often wears clothes of his upbringing of natural colors, of browns and greens, though that may be in part due to the influence the Sidhe have upon him. He often comports himself with a grace and surety that may also not be entirely his own, almost as though getting specific instructions unconsciously of how to walk and speak to be enchanting as one of the Sidhe themselves. Upon the back of one hand is a strange mark
which mirrors the one on the one who has bound him.
The Leanan Sidhe's shadow, on the other hand, is a creature of such fey power that it is difficult to relate to her whatsoever. As a creature that has seen endless nations rise and fall, and before of the sea sinking to uncover more of the land, she speaks in speech that often belies her true intent, appearing as an impossibly beautiful elvish woman of fey power. She places great store in the practice of politeness, and may often urge Ness to strike down those who appear to speak uncouthly, though since it is not related to the destruction of demons, he has choice in the area and is more forgiving, often quieting her with a look.Personality:
Ness is generally kind, and particularly has a soft spot for those who have experienced attacks by demons or who have taken part in the crusade, identifying with the first and relating the second to his parents, lost to him for years now and probably dead. He is generally soft-spoken, though when angered he tends towards fits of passion that, while intense, tend to be short-lived and leave him fatigued due to how different they are from his usual tone and demeanor. Rarely a dark nature takes him when he contemplates his own fate and his own enforced captivity at Sidhe hands having no will of his own when it comes to combating the forces of darkness--though in all likelihood, he would do little but follow the path were he left to his own devices.