DARK ONE, duvainion

[Lord Duvainion]

lord duvainion male & 300 years & demisexual & dark one & child of death appearance Duvainion has virtually ceased his aging at fifteen years, giving him a youthful appearance of a young boy. He stands just short of five feet, and his body is thin and graceful. He has dark, slate blue hair which seems lighter in the sunlight. He keeps his hair short, never falling past his jawline. He has large, clear blue eyes... Or, rather, eye. His right eye appears to be more violet in color, donning a strange marking with a faint glow. His people believe it to be the Mark of Elder Death, thus why he was, more or less, forced into his reigning position. He is colorblind in his right eye. He can usually be found wearing an eye patch over his right eye, only taking it off when sleeping. Duvainion tends to have his outfits picked out for him by servants, so whatever he happens to be wearing is never of his own accord. Some human-esque articles of clothing have made its way into his wardrobe; however, they usually dress him in fine silks and furs. personality POSITIVE NEGATIVE LIKES clever curious disciplined observant patient obedient calculating obsessive clingy puritanical moonlight music soft materials strength birds DISLIKES FEARS HABITS harsh lights grating sounds solitude meetings independence losing power helplessness defeat squints his eyes a lot even in low lighting hums to himself when he believes he is alone; fills the silence falls asleep in horrible places history he was forced into his roll at a young age. as soon as he had first opened his eyes, whispers spread throughout their cavernous territory. the mark! the mark! they would chant, avoiding the infant with wary glances. his mother was put on edge, uncertain what to do about her son that had been born with a strange purple marking in his right eye. was he blind in that eye? was it lethal? this was just added on top of the shame of having the child of someone who had taken her in an alley, an unknown identity, unknown blood. uncertain of what to do, she hid her son away in their slum-like shelter, covering him with cloth whenever she had to take him anywhere. it didn't take long for the whispers of the infant with the strange mark in his eye to spread across the territory and reach the circle of disciples. they were quick to rush to the slums, heavily guarded during their trek. they surrounded the mother and babe while they were in a rundown, rocky marketplace, the cloth-wrapped infant pressed against her cloaked chest. the eldest disciple reached out for the baby, removing the cloth hiding his face to reveal wide blue and purple eyes. the disciples huddled around the infant, murmuring to each other before they broke apart, the single disciple raising the boy so the crowd could see. "Child of death! The Elder hath sent his mortal son!" the disciples claimed it as fact, so it must be, right? his mother never received that answer, not even as the circle of disciples took her son away from here, leaving her in the slums as they took the infant back to their temple. he grew up in the lap of luxury, treated like a king despite his ungodly origins. he was pampered and spoiled, taught the finest of literature and arts that they could provide. yet, they sheltered him. he was only allowed to walk freely within the temple. he could not leave. they would not tell him of the condition of the dark ones living outside of the temple, in the dark caverns that snaked throughout the region. they only told him what they wanted him to hear. they only taught him what they wanted him to be taught. and he complied. longer after he had ceased aging, he stumbled across a hidden door. well, it wasn't exactly hidden. he just hadn't seen it before despite how many years he had traveled the temple's halls. the door was sealed with magic, far stronger than anything he could have been able to muster at the time. one of the disciples caught him gawking at the door and ushered him away, brushing off any questions he had about the door. in order to get his mind off of the door, they decided to give him a pokemon. now, the exact type of pokemon they had while living underground was severely limited to ghost types who phased through the ground, ground types, the occasional steel type, and any other cave-dwelling pokemon. he had ignored all the others and, instead, captured the heart of a duskull that appeared to cower behind the others. their plan of distracting the boy worked as he quickly became enthralled with his new companion. despite having nearly turned a cowardly ghost into a bloodthirsty killer, he tried his best to get the ghost to actually play with him. it took quite a while, but the ghost type eventually came around. it was this ghost that helped him pass the centuries along, watching as the ghost evolved while he remained the same. the two practiced magic together, even if his companion became a slightly unwilling test subject. eventually, he stumbled across the door around. and this time... it opened. inside was a giant cocoon. thin red veins stretched out from the black mass, pulsating as they branched over the floor and across the walls. with curiosity getting the best of him, the young lord walked forwards, reaching out his hand and pressing his palm against the dark cocoon, his eye glowing underneath the contact unbeknownst to him. and his world went dark. he woke up nearly a decade later to unfamiliar surroundings. he was no longer in the cocoon room. it definitely wasn't the look of his original bedroom, either. while he was busy being flustered about his surroundings, the boy had failed to notice a large crow hop onto his bed, preen his feathers, and caw. right. in. his. ear. not only was he highly confused but he now had a migraine to top it off. it didn't take long, however, for the disciples to return along with a few pokemon he had never seen in his life. however, he soon realized that one was his companion... but with a new form. the disciples filled him in with a glorified version of a war that had apparently happened while he was gone and how his dusclops aided with the war and evolved into a dusknoir after stealing a strange cloth from a fallen foe. they also explained to him that elder death had used a great portion of his energy the moment he made contact, putting him into a deep sleep while his body healed. the elder used his energy to awaken, thus the war he had been told about, and how they were now living on the surface. yet, they were still underground. while most of the temple had been destroyed in yveltal's awakening, they rebuilt the temple and expanded upward. the temple once more accommodated for the elder's resting place, yet, upon exploration once he was allowed out of bed, he found that there was a giant tree that the temple was built into... along with an even larger city. his confusion only worsened once he noticed a hole in a wall leaking out some sort of strange substance, in which he soon learned was sunlight. so much can happen while you're unconscious. one thing that hasn't changed, however, is that he is not allowed outside of the deathly hallow. canons only dark magic level seven. duvainion's magic has passed the need of tomes and runes. he can easily produce magic just by uttering a hex; however, he does enjoy playing around with ingredients and magic circles just for the hell of it. gives him something to do. whenever he uses magic, his eyes faintly begin to glow. NAME: dulin SPECIES: honchkrow GENDER: male LEVEL: 50 TYPE: dark & flying ABILITY: insomnia EGG MOVE: brave bird NAME: saura SPECIES: nidorino GENDER: male LEVEL: 45 TYPE: poison ABILITY: rivalry EGG MOVE: iron tail NAME: uial SPECIES: dusknoir GENDER: female LEVEL: 50 TYPE: ghost ABILITY: pressure EGG MOVE: dark pulse NAME: loki SPECIES: zweilous GENDER: male LEVEL: 47 TYPE: dark & dragon ABILITY: hustle EGG MOVE: head smash

Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that d e a t h l e s s death Good God, let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice kuroshitsuji, ciel phantomhive played by mono central standard time Elder Death

[Elder Life]

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