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    Adrian Avayne

    Thread Title: Adrian Avayne

    Player: Atrice
    Contact: aim = atricea

    Character Name: Adrian Avayne
    Character Age: 22
    Gender: Male
    Birthday: 10th of March, 194
    Current Location: Day's Death
    House: House Avayne – by birth
    Crest Appearance:
    House Avayne: Day's Death
         

    House Description/History: Credit for writing all this lovely house history goes to Mora.

    Chapter 1: The Landing

    The isle of Day’s Death in the Great Grey Sea was named such for the fiery reds that took over the sky as though the sun was bleeding to death as it slipped down past the rocky landscape and cast a waving reflection of itself in its death throes o’er the seas. That was before there was even a King called Day. It didn’t seem like a prophecy in itself, then.

    During the age of exploration when nobles first flocked to claim their part of the island nation of Tuneric, a seafaring house called Soren decided to buck the trend of going to stake out their claim on the mainland. Instead, the young shipper saw an opportunity in claiming the much smaller island off to the east. For one, he could simply take the whole thing. Everyone seemed to discount the rocky isle, and many feared wrecking their ships on the unforgiving coastline which lacked the blankets of white sand. But he knew if he could claim it, it could be a seat of power, separated enough, foreboding enough that others would think twice of trying to wrest the seat from him. So, he set out to claim it after making seven separate sacrifices to Moreesa, over seven separate days, as he watched the signs in the morning sky that told him when to take his leave from his homeland.

    He did not know that the first mate of the ship in his trading fleet called Wind Song had planned a sacrifice of his own. To the dark goddess. The first night spent at sea, on the vessel that carried him, his family, the captain and his family, and that of the crew, the captain’s children fell ill. The clammy skin, the headaches, the vomiting were chalked up to seasickness. Until they didn’t wake up. It was thought, then, that someone had carried sickness on board the Wind Song. The rest of the Captain’s family was put into quarantine, but this didn’t dispel the worry that begun to spread among the non-sailors on board. The fear took root in the women first. Those worried about their children, and those worried about themselves. And their fears were justified. The Captain’s wife died next in quarantine, others had fallen ill, and the man at the bow had obviously become undone at the shocking losses he’d endured in no time at all. He ordered them to turn the ship around, against the higher authority of the Master of the fleet, Victor Soren. It was obvious they had not pleased Moreesa, he claimed, though it wasn’t the sea that had risen up to take his family from him . . . Some of the crewmen were inclined to agree.

    At the next moon rise, the mutiny happened. Lazare Avayne, first mate of the Wind Song led those loyal to Victor against the mad Captain, with the women and children stowed safely below decks. Blood soaked the wooden planks, and the final at sea burial took place when there were none left breathing who opposed the mission that brought them to sea in the first place. A handful of families had lost fathers or sons or both. Some prayed for the plague to return then, to take them where their loved ones had gone. But the mysterious disease that had started all this seemed to have fled.

    Thus Lazare Avayne, a man who came from nothing, and seemingly nowhere, became the Captain of the Wind Song. He was rewarded for his loyalty to Soren, and the close relationship between Avaynes and Sorens started with him. As all those who landed on the island in the Great Grey Sea watched the sun set on their former lives, the isle was given its name.

    Before his death Lazare Avayne had become the head of Soren’s fleet of trading vessels and the family was given the small keep of Overlook Tower which looked out at their western neighbor, the mainland of Tuneric.

    Chapter 2: From Day to Night

    The man who became King of Tuneric, including the isle that belonged to House Soren, was given the name Day from the God of Light himself. Not everyone on Day’s Death was overly happy about this, but Soren had willingly submitted, and he was in charge. The trade winds had treated them well, and brought them prosperity; the well-trained sailors had no fear of travel to foreign lands as they had grown up navigating the waters around the rocky island. Day’s Death traded with the mainland, as well as, the outside world, bringing in a variety of goods gathered from all over in single shipments.

    Smuggling wasn’t uncommon, as the number of rules and restrictions jumped with the new monarch. But the Sorens seemed largely unaware of such crimes. Until a captain from a prominent family that advised Lord Soren was caught in the act by one Branson Avayne. The smuggler was made an example of, hanged in the city center, and the family fell into disgrace, to the benefit of the Avaynes. Branson was given the responsbiity of enforcing the “no tolerance” policy for smuggling, allowing the Avayne shippers and their associates to continue unimpeded and gain a higher price for their wares.

    Over time the Avaynes power grew in money and power, men becoming the official advisors to the Lords of House Soren, and ladies becoming close confidantes to the women of the House. Their eyes and ears were everywhere, and money extended their reach wherever their blood was not. Families rose and fell in prominence on Day’s Death, but the Avaynes became a fixture, never failing to pass along the arts that had brought them up from nothing, and the belief system, as well. Day’s Death primarily worshipped Moreesa, as the sea gave them everything, but the Avaynes worshipped another more fiercely, the Lady who was in charge when the sun bled past the horizon and the moon rose. But they did not wear this faith on their sleeve, and the Dark Lady was content to commune with them in the Shadows. People lived and died every day, and it was called normal. Every once in a great long while, some person or other would think they could see a difference between death at the hand of man or nature, but majority would rule and suspicions would fall on deaf ears until forgotten. A second empire was built on that island bit by bit, a criminal enterprise that answered to its own king. People needed to be caught of course. People needed to pay. But those who took the fall for the ‘greater good’ did so by design.

    By order of the king, a great prison was built on the island the crown seemed to have little love for - except when taxes were collected, and those individuals not fit for the mainland were sent there, out of sight and mind of the capital. The petty thief to the debtor to those who had shed the blood of their countrymen found comfort in the teachings of Mink-Asa, from the priests who visited them while their families forsook them and tried to forget their existence. They were reborn and renamed at the full moon rise by the goddess’ minions, and the chains that held them were turned to nothing at a whisper from Mink-Asa. The prison built by Day’s men was nothing to her, she mocked it, she emptied it, and she took them across the sea in ships thought to be long dead to join the movement that had taken root on the mainland.

    The city of Day’s Death was ordered closed, the walls patrolled, after a breathless messenger brought news of the destruction of the prison on the south of the island and the escape of the prisoners. No one knew where they would turn up. But the story was dark and the people feared. At least, outwardly, they all did. Mink-Asa erected a new prison in place of the old. The guards set there by Day were nowhere to be found, and legend has it their blood was used to bless the structure and imbue it with the Dark Lady’s power. Soren ordered the dark thing destroyed but blades were broken on it, battering rams turned to kindling, and fire would not burn. A number of knights disappeared during these efforts, joining the fate of the old jailers. Whatever fate that was. No one knew.

    Those who remained went back to the city in defeat, the city walls closed behind them. The inhabitants of Day’s Death stuck to the north coast of the island, staying clear of the prison as darkness fell over the nation, and the cold winds blew. Their port was destroyed. The trade that had made them prosper ceased. From their point of view, Day’s Death was largely ignored as the cultists swept the mainland. Isolated across the sea, plague did not touch the island. Though people still lived. And died. Many of the Swarenite minority. And they called it normal. Survival was a struggle without the resources gathered from the mainland and Poltarus and the isles that dotted the great Grey Sea. Art and music were forgotten luxuries.

    The Soren family ruled in name. But their prayers to Moreesa seemed to fall on deaf ears. House Avayne held the true power, and their hands served the Goddess of the Stars. Day's Death needed no invasion. Many worshippers of Mink-Asa already called it home, back to the day when Lazare Avayne landed on the rocky shore.

    The black market flourished as basic items were in short supply. The empire in the shadows always seemed to have the right things for the right price. And sometimes buyers would end up dead, which was perfectly normal, and who knew they had bought anything anyway? Money was worth little, now. And who wasn’t buying? Mothers would give their right arm to feed their children. Everyone couldn’t be punished. They couldn’t kill hope like that.

    Chapter 3: A New Day

    Maybe amidst the storms and plague the people of Tuneric forgot Day’s Death existed. Maybe they didn’t care. But over the dark times Soren’s men had kept watch at the coastal outposts for any sign of a friend or foe to approach their island. The small ship was spotted making way for the southern coast where few had dared to venture since the first tales of supernatural intervention had reached the city. When news reached the Lord of the island, he sent scouts to find out more about the unknown visitors, and to ascertain whether they were just the beginning of a larger force. What they found instead, when they had made the journey, was that the dark prison had been emptied, doors were left open, and the flag of a king that hadn’t ruled in centuries was flying.

    As though the Days had conquered something. Part of an island that had been an afterthought. An island that had been cared for by Lord Soren. An island that had been used for Tuneric’s trash under Day’s orders.

    It was insulting to those who had eyes to see.

    But many took this as a great omen. The dark prison had been breached. The hold of darkness was waning. The city prepared itself for visitors. The wait was a long one. Two years. But the people had hope, and that hope helped get them through each day they spent rebuilding. Praise was issued to Moreesa, the goddess of the sea who had sustained them through everything and brought this ship safe passage. The isle largely brought itself out of darkness, as no military intervention took place. A few priests were arrested and executed. But this was done by Soren’s men. Not Day’s.

    They didn’t need Day. They never needed Day. And that prison brought up from the rubble of the old was supposed to be where Day died. Wasn’t it? Hadn’t that been the truth of it from the start? Hadn’t that been the meaning behind the island’s name, before ‘Day’ was even a surname?

    One hundred years later rule passed from Day to Shellten, but the blood lived on through marriage. Peace and prosperity had returned soon after the young child retook his birthright, and with the blessing of Moreesa, Day’s Death became a port of trade once more, exchanging goods with the mainland and bringing items to the ports that sprouted up on the Tunerican coastline. House Avayne was among the richest and most powerful houses, having gained much even in the dark times when money wasn’t anything. And their lust for power and money was never sated. As before, as it had always been, they made their money doing the dirty work others thought themselves too good for, in the dark where no one could see. Over time, the line of Soren sought to impress the Kings of Day and then Shellten. They began to worship Swaren along with Moreesa. But their land was known as less beautiful for lack of woods. And history repeated itself when people were sent to Day’s Death as punishment. The crown was spitting in their face, and the Sorens were kissing ass in return. And while the Avaynes were faithfully following their Lord’s affinities, they were unraveling their hold from the inside. Over many years, the small House of Soren became even smaller, eventually down only to the Lord, his Lady, their heir and the Lord's jealous brother.

    The Lord’s brother led an uprising against him, and brought like minded knights down on the castle. What good was the Shellten rule to them? They only insulted them. Water’s Edge castle ran red with blood over an internal battle that lasted three days. When the rebels breached the door to the room the dead Lord’s family had been hiding in, the knights loyal to Soren and the Avayne Sword sworn to protect the heir fought bravely, dropping one by one until it came down to a handful of people on either side. The Avayne Sword died in defense of the heir - who was sadly skewered anyway - but managed to take the remaining traitor down with him. Lady Soren and the Avayne Advisor remained.

    Thus, Lordship passed to the most powerful family in Day’s Death. Not unlike what the Shelltens had done, Magnus Avayne married the Lady Juliet Soren, for added legitimacy. Day’s Death was free to realize its true destiny.

    Chapter 4: A Profitable Present

    Day’s Death has become a destination for foreign traders to bring their goods and purchase a sampling of that which had been gathered from the mainland. The underworld of Day’s Death (run by House Avayne) is stronger than ever and the smuggling of ‘contraband’ with origins both local and foreign is known by a select few whose tongues are well kept in a tight grip. People live and die across Tuneric and most often it is called normal. But some know better. But precious few have an inkling of what really goes on in the depths of Water’s Edge Castle, or the older Avayne Houses of Overlook Tower and Stony Tide.

    The death of King Aramis reminded Tunericans what fear feels like, in case anyone forgot. And far too many had.

    But not everyone.

    For the master manipulators called Avayne thrived on arousing all manner of feeling in people. Down to the last sensations they’d ever feel. Not that those outside the most intimate inner circle would ever know it.

    Played By/Face Claim: David Oakes


    Appearance: Adrian is a tall young man, standing about 6’0 in his full height. His usually half-long hair is dark brown, although when exposed to a lot of sunlight it turns lighter too and can almost appear red or chestnut brown at such times. He has hazel eyes with an often almost arrogant or superior glance to them. Adrian is good at pretending he feels something else than what he does, but his eyes will often reveal him. He has slightly tanned skin, where it is exposed, and a slender but still strong body; he’s able to fight when he needs to, but does prefer the use of weapons to fists. He'll sometimes sport a bit of facial hair to appear more mature.

    When it comes to clothing, Adrian likes to wear clothes that are both practical but also good looking. He prefers dark colors and his most often worn colors are green, blue, black and white and he never leaves his chamber without at least some kind of weapon on his person. Sometimes it will be a blade hidden in a boot and often also a sword or dagger by his side.

    Personality: As the youngest and unexpected child in the family, Adrian grew up somewhat spoiled compared to his siblings. Not that he was a love-child or anything, but he was there and his father was only glad to have another son. Adrian was well educated as a child and after countless fights with his brother, he learned to fight back and eventually became more than skilled with various different weapons too. To most people, he appears to be a strong and superior kind of man with quite the amount of self esteem. He can seem wicked and even mean at times, and is used to getting what he wants. Adrian also has certain fits of rage where he forgets to think and may regret his actions later on. He’s known to be spontaneous sometimes too. This is how he’s known to most people.

    But Adrian is more than just the wicked youngest son of Elandra Avayne and her husband. He hates bullies and beatings and his fits of rage may occur if something seems unjust to him. Adrian is mostly able to stay in control of his rage around strangers and other nobles, but if you try and harm anyone near him or anyone he likes – he won’t answer for the consequences. Adrian doesn’t like his fits of rage though and when the whole thing is over and he had time to think about it, he realizes how wrong it was and may want to apologize to the one he hurt… unless of course he somehow managed to kill them in his rage, which is sometimes the case.

    Outwardly, he’s supposed to be known to fight for his family, after all. Inwardly, Adrian is very different and is not much like his siblings and does not yearn for power. There’s been times where his mother claimed he appeared to be more like his father than his mother, but Adrian has always ignored this and tried his best to live up to her demands. For within, Adrian just wants her attention and that of everyone else he likes. He does not really want to not be mean to people. He just can’t always predict when he will be.

    Personal History: Leandra and Marco Avayne weren’t always the happiest couple and their children all knew that Marco wasn’t the one who controlled the family. Marco had not even been born with the name Avayne; he was of the local Barston family and a lesser noble trading with weapons, that the Avayne family had wanted to be connected to for their own reasons. After he and Leandra had become husband and wife, Leandra still refused to lay off her name. She wished for her children to bear her family name too. Marco wasn’t happy with that at first and refused her idea - but Leandra both pleased him and teased him with her feminine talents and added to that a few threats during their nights in bed, when he was most vulnerable… in the end, he saw no other way out of it but to give in; and so he took her name and cast away his own.

    Adrian was the last child to be born to his parents and also be named Avayne, although he wasn’t entirely planned. It had been five years since his elder brother, Markos, was born and they were almost certain that Markos would never have a little brother or sister. He already had an older sister anyway, Matthine. But along came Adrian and as the youngest and unexpected child of the family, his siblings saw him as the spoiled one. He got things he wanted and if Markos teased his little brother badly – or if Adrian as a small child had teased Markos decided to try and beat his brother for it – it was Markos who was taking the blame for it, no matter what. He was the older brother, after all. This meant that Markos already from the start disliked his brother, although he could never show this in public. Adrian would have to learn to fight back when he was caught on his own by his brother.

    His big sister was another issue. She took care of him and babysat him for their mother, but Adrian was unaware that she did this because she wanted to please their mother. Matthine wanted to become a very good lady and looked up to her mother and wanted to be just like her; but wasn’t really. Matthine wasn’t entirely interested in her little brother, but she took care of him because she had to. This she did so well that even Adrian thought she actually cared about him. He liked to get her attention and always yearned for the love and care of his sister. He would run into her arms when she appeared and he wanted to play with her whenever he could, while he was still a child and she was growing up. She could take care of herself though, but he didn’t know that much. He’d stand up for her when he could, despite their difference in age, no matter what. Matthine learned to live with it, thinking it was just another odd idea her little brother had gotten.

    Adrian grew up to become a good fighter, and he especially liked weapons. He found it humiliating to have his mother or father standing up for him all the time; he could defeat his brother on his own. He understood that he had to be tough or at least appear tough, else he would never be accepted as a real Avayne. On top of that, naturally he did not like being bullied. Whenever someone had spoken down to him, he’d have a fit of rage. Since he learned it wasn’t always good to direct the anger to the one who spurred it, Adrian learned to take it out on the servants and lesser people instead… despite actually feeling bad about punishing someone who had done nothing. His parents noticed this rage and they got their own ideas for Adrian. Markos was meant to inherit the estate after his father, but what of Adrian? Since his father still traded weaponry, he had contacts and so had Adrian's mother. When Adrian was 13 years old, he was sent - officially - to become a squire to his father's brother, his uncle Mikael, who was a knight. The plan was that Adrian would someday become a knight too. But Mikael was more than that, and in secret, Adrian was trained to really know and handle weapons as an assassin, who could assist his family whenever it was required.

    He became somewhat good at his new job too, but his parents would still prefer to see him rise more. Adrian got countless of letters from his mother, urging him to try and rise himself up as a man. With Adrian being how he was, he found it hard at first, for what should he do? But it happened one night when he was on his way to take care of a local farmer who'd displeased his father and not paid his taxes... on the way, Adrian passed another house and saw that a fire had begun there. Adrian did not even think about it as he jumped off his horse and towards the flames to try and save anyone living inside. The adults in the house died in the fire, having been on the 2nd floor when the fire broke out... but two young girls survived because of Adrian's heroic deed. Secretly, Adrian also thought of how it had saved the farmer's life. But for his deed at the burning house, Adrian was knighted... and it was as a knight that he would be presented to other families without them knowing what else he was capable of.

    Family Genealogy:

    Balthazar Avayne (b. 100 d. 157) -- Ivy Callis Avayne (b. 103 d. 159)
         -Magnus Avayne (b. 124 d. 180) -- Juliet Laurent Soren Avayne (b. 136 d. 187)
              -Constantine Avayne (b. 164 d. 212) -- First Wife Mariah Donelle Avayne (b.168 d. TBA), Second Wife Evalonne Gale Avayne (b. 175 d. 210)
                   - Sebastian Avayne (187)
                   - Selene Avayne (b. 194)
              -Rianne Avayne (b. 166 d. 189
         -Xander Avayne (b.126) -- Myranda Fiorelle Avayne (b. 128)
              -Lucian Avayne (b.141) -- Ciara Elindor Avayne (b. 145)
                   - Cade Avayne (b. 166) -- Lillith Torias Avayne (b.168)
                        -Andros Avayne (b. 188)
                        - Sandor Avayne (b. 188)
                        - Kiirion Avayne (b. 192)
                   -Leandra Avayne (b. 167, twin) – Marco Avayne (b. 160)
                        - Matthine Avayne (b. 187)
                        - Markos Avayne (b. 189)
                        - Adrian Avayne (b. 194)
                   -Willa Avayne (b. 167)
              -Lianna Avayne (b.143) -- Husband (b. 140)
                   -Children and Grandchildren (Bastard children possible)**
              -Victor Avayne (b.144) -- Wife (b.146)
                   -Children and grandchildren (Bastard children possible)**
         -Thora Avayne (b. 127) -- Gavin Evers (b. 123)
              -Children and grandchildren**
         -Theo Avayne (b. 130 d. 163)


    Writing Sample:

    Adrian's Heroic Deed

    Adrian was on his own, hours after the sun had set. He was on his horse, he was dressed in dark colors and he had a knife hidden in his boot, he had his sword by his side and a special made wire in his pocket… he was on his way to the countryside to visit a local farmer, who more than once had failed to pay his taxes. He had to be at least forced into paying and if he still refused, Adrian was to dispose of him. He could and would do all that, for the sake his family. But he had only reached the outskirts of the city when Adrian’s quest was stopped… there was a smell of smoke in the air and when Adrian looked to where the wind was coming from, he saw flames inside a house.

    He did not think twice, but galloped the rest of the way to the house and jumped off his horse. Quickly he secured it by a pole near another house and ran the rest of the way. He could hear a girl screaming and crying inside.

    “I’m coming!” Adrian yelled and looked around. Why was he the only one here? Was it really that late? But he reached the house and tried to look inside. The smoke was thick and so was the warmth… Adrian tore his jacket off and unsheathed his sword to use that for protection against falling objects, and maybe if he had to cut his way through. And then he kicked in the door. Some girl screamed again. He fought his way through the flames, ruining his good white shirt and probably both the trousers and the boots too, but it didn’t matter. He found two girls just at the bottom of a staircase. One was the crying one and she was clinging to the other, who’d passed out. They were really still girls, the crying girl had to be 12 and maybe the passed out one was younger.

    Adrian picked up the unconscious girl and asked the other to walk right behind him and hold onto his belt. He could barely remember the way towards the door, but the girl pushed at him, all while she began coughing. Just as he reached the door, he realized she was no longer behind him. People were standing outside when he got that far, and he almost tossed the unconscious girls into the arms of a broad woman… only to turn around and run back into the house. People yelled and screamed at him, but he didn’t hear them. He heard the roaring flames and found the girl who’d passed out behind him. Adrian had only just dragged her out when the roof crashed.

    But at least both girls were saved. Adrian collapsed on the ground, exhausted from the action and from being exposed to the smoke and heat. When he woke in the morning, he’d been brought to his own bed and was told that in the town, he was celebrated as a hero.
    Last edited by Adrian Avayne; 01-03-2013 at 10:07 AM.

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