*Between this and the questionnaire, all the vital questions about his history are answered. This is all that is important from the perspective of my character. I apologize for the fact that he forgot to detail anything that I covered in said questionnaire (parent's occupation, other mundane details).*
I was born to Theron Adren and Elisanna Morigan on the 26th of Firstwinter, in 2282 CE. Almost everyone I had exposure to, bore the tell-tale signs of a strong Curi heritage. Growing up in the city of Lleander is like that. While I may not have understood it in my early youth, most of my bloodline that still resided in Lleander were, on some level, insular and anti-social. They may not have seemed that way to you, but it's a deep philosophical level that I'm referring to, one not entirely obvious. You've heard stories of the importance placed upon having a Curi adviser because of our inherent tendency towards prophecy and precognition. Think of the significance of a city full of these people who've decided not to take the cushy job of Adviser to a Provisional Governor, or even a lesser job within Sarhall. These people's heritage could buy and sell empires in this realm. How could they shun the opportunity to live a life of wealth and privilege? What would resign them to working as common laborers slaving over the tools of their respective artisan-ship when any moron with any ambition whatsoever is fully willing to hire anybody with the slightest inkling of Curi blood in them? A job where the only real work involved is occasionally going into some sort of fit where you recite an account of a cryptic vision you've had, and most all of us have had them.
These people were disaffected, they desired to live a life where they didn't have to worry about what the portents or omens in their daydreams meant. Where they weren't monitored day and night to try and divine some sort of Mistic sign from their breathing rate or what wine they took with their meal. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those people, but I knew quite a few of them, and I'd dare say that with the exception of the Brotherhood and Sisterhood members, almost every other Curi in Lleander is like that. I realize that our visions are a gift to us from our ancestors, even if most of us are incapable of deciphering their meanings. Even fewer of us know anything substantial about our ancestors at all. But I'm ready to learn.
Growing up in a city full of people who rejected what seemed to be their predestined lot in life resulted in me realizing how petty much of the rest of the world is. And even if I hadn't been able to put the pieces of that puzzle together, bitterness would've driven any of the elder members of my lineage to fill in the blanks for me. They almost lived solely for an opportunity to do just that; pervert the perceptions of future generations. I respectfully steeled myself from the taint of their complacent disgust with humanity at large, while soaking in as much of their wisdom as possible. What I've learned is that a man who goes into a trade for the rest of his life on this planet is a coward. Especially since my father was one such coward.
My father had all the power anyone would need to make a better life for himself, but his dedication to serve the most basic needs of an organization such as the Brotherhood of Esshien for the rest of his life ended any sort of aspirations he might've had. I've always admired not only his skill with Arche Magic, but the grasp he had on Misticism was truly astounding. My fascination and subsequent training in both arts are the main reasons I believe I will help the Curi realize the destiny set out for us by the Ancients. My father, lacking such vision and drive, provided potions and research to the warrior-mistics of the Brotherhood since his late teen years. I'm sure he's made a difference in the lives of many people, but when he decided to stop garnering mistic power for himself, he'd truly given up on the collective dream of our blood.
It's no secret that the blood is getting weaker, every day with every ounce of Curi blood wasted on a non-Curi union; every child without the Sense. While this continues, we lose hold of the blood's dream that I spoke of; our collective destiny. And our destiny may be the only thing preventing this Realm from falling into the hands of the Path of Gray again, or into the hands of the Path of Night. I don't have an issue with non-Curi, or with intermarriage. But I do think that unless one amongst our line is brave and proud enough to stand up for us all and discover the means to achieve our Destiny before our blood is thinned beyond recognition, then all that the Icuni have left for us is truly lost. I am that someone, I am making my stand and I will succeed.
My name is Bleys Adren. I'm the savior of my race, and quite possibly the Realm.
I was born to Theron Adren and Elisanna Morigan on the 26th of Firstwinter, in 2282 CE. Almost everyone I had exposure to, bore the tell-tale signs of a strong Curi heritage. Growing up in the city of Lleander is like that. While I may not have understood it in my early youth, most of my bloodline that still resided in Lleander were, on some level, insular and anti-social. They may not have seemed that way to you, but it's a deep philosophical level that I'm referring to, one not entirely obvious. You've heard stories of the importance placed upon having a Curi adviser because of our inherent tendency towards prophecy and precognition. Think of the significance of a city full of these people who've decided not to take the cushy job of Adviser to a Provisional Governor, or even a lesser job within Sarhall. These people's heritage could buy and sell empires in this realm. How could they shun the opportunity to live a life of wealth and privilege? What would resign them to working as common laborers slaving over the tools of their respective artisan-ship when any moron with any ambition whatsoever is fully willing to hire anybody with the slightest inkling of Curi blood in them? A job where the only real work involved is occasionally going into some sort of fit where you recite an account of a cryptic vision you've had, and most all of us have had them.
These people were disaffected, they desired to live a life where they didn't have to worry about what the portents or omens in their daydreams meant. Where they weren't monitored day and night to try and divine some sort of Mistic sign from their breathing rate or what wine they took with their meal. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those people, but I knew quite a few of them, and I'd dare say that with the exception of the Brotherhood and Sisterhood members, almost every other Curi in Lleander is like that. I realize that our visions are a gift to us from our ancestors, even if most of us are incapable of deciphering their meanings. Even fewer of us know anything substantial about our ancestors at all. But I'm ready to learn.
Growing up in a city full of people who rejected what seemed to be their predestined lot in life resulted in me realizing how petty much of the rest of the world is. And even if I hadn't been able to put the pieces of that puzzle together, bitterness would've driven any of the elder members of my lineage to fill in the blanks for me. They almost lived solely for an opportunity to do just that; pervert the perceptions of future generations. I respectfully steeled myself from the taint of their complacent disgust with humanity at large, while soaking in as much of their wisdom as possible. What I've learned is that a man who goes into a trade for the rest of his life on this planet is a coward. Especially since my father was one such coward.
My father had all the power anyone would need to make a better life for himself, but his dedication to serve the most basic needs of an organization such as the Brotherhood of Esshien for the rest of his life ended any sort of aspirations he might've had. I've always admired not only his skill with Arche Magic, but the grasp he had on Misticism was truly astounding. My fascination and subsequent training in both arts are the main reasons I believe I will help the Curi realize the destiny set out for us by the Ancients. My father, lacking such vision and drive, provided potions and research to the warrior-mistics of the Brotherhood since his late teen years. I'm sure he's made a difference in the lives of many people, but when he decided to stop garnering mistic power for himself, he'd truly given up on the collective dream of our blood.
It's no secret that the blood is getting weaker, every day with every ounce of Curi blood wasted on a non-Curi union; every child without the Sense. While this continues, we lose hold of the blood's dream that I spoke of; our collective destiny. And our destiny may be the only thing preventing this Realm from falling into the hands of the Path of Gray again, or into the hands of the Path of Night. I don't have an issue with non-Curi, or with intermarriage. But I do think that unless one amongst our line is brave and proud enough to stand up for us all and discover the means to achieve our Destiny before our blood is thinned beyond recognition, then all that the Icuni have left for us is truly lost. I am that someone, I am making my stand and I will succeed.
My name is Bleys Adren. I'm the savior of my race, and quite possibly the Realm.
Yay.
