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      a bitch is excited !! this shit is happening !! okay freaking out aside, i’m admin grey & this here is my first char ( of probs many ), nethyra ! she’s def drogon from game of thrones but like ... make it pretty ... so without further adieu ~

in a land of dragons.

nethyraelyss and her several siblings were ‘born’ the day the earth experienced a huge tremor and its crust cracked open, exposing a number of eggs all a various shade of hue.

nethyra and her twin brother’s egg was a warped color, half black and purple and half ( color tbd by mun ).

the eggs’ colors matched the scales of its dragon/s. for nethyraelyss, she was a impossibly midnight hue, with purple managing to peek through in certain lighting. because of such, she was deemed ‘the midnight dragon’ out of her ‘siblings.’ 

nethyra and her twin were ever close as they grew up. in fact, the clan believed in loyalty to one another first, anything else second. the twins got up to their mischief as all dragons would, creating havoc, humoring human lives, having their fun. 

but dragons were supposed to age out of this wild youth. nethyra’s brother did. however, she did not. nethyra became known for her reckless ways and her selfish pursuit of entertainment. it wasn’t that she sought to hurt her kind, but she felt like something was always missing in her life. boredom crept in and made her starve for all else. 

eventually, realizing she was a risk to them all, nethyra’s twin and her siblings betrayed her. it was around the very late middle ages when this happened. when dragons were told in every tale. they enlisted the help of a witch and pushed nethyra into a deep slumber like death, far beneath the earth’s crust. 

when she awoke again, it was 8 years ago, in the midst of war. her brother had finally freed her from her hibernation, in hopes she’d ‘come to her senses’ and help him and the dying members of their family. and while she did help in some ways, it was more or less because her wrath saw no end to its claim. 

tw death. nethyra burned battles to the ground in her anger and pain. but even she couldn’t stop the death of her original siblings, watching as they fell one by one. and despite their betrayal, she fell into anguish because of it. especially when she watched her twin brother seemingly die on the battlefield. 

she flew away from the scene, fighting throughout the world in her misery and her anger. she became known as the ‘nethyra endsetter’ for her ability to cause panic on any side of the war, due to the fact that she didn’t play favorites when she destroyed. 

which is why she got injured about a year ago. nethyra almost met her own fate but was thankfully taken in by a young ( ish ) werewolf. said werewolf dragged her to the pack and helped her recover from her wounds. it was only then that nethyra realized whose pack it was. an original werewolf’s. namely, the one with the fabled human lover. 

nethyra thought him and his pack foolish for trying to create peace and saving all lives, regardless species. but over time, the dragon watched as the pack’s deeds were done, and how the werewolf’s human lover fought beside him in an act of love despite the backdrop of hate. and it very slowly changed her view of the world and her hand in its affairs, not that she would admit it so openly. when the original werewolf planned on making the sanctuary in rome, nethyra followed - for better or worse - as a faithful friend of his. despite being conflicted about marrying an enemy, or officially ‘settling down.’

the light of the horizon.

nethyra was a brat that never grew up, until she had no one else left to take care of her mess. when her siblings died, so too did most of her selfish ways and her ‘thirst for fun,’ which is how the original werewolf and his pack managed to convince her to start looking for a deeper connection to this world than simply creating chaos. 

she’s sharp-witted, sarcastic, teasing, venomous. she can be your friend one minute, and knock you down a size or two the next. she’s also very guarded because of her family’s betrayal and because of the trauma she faced on the battlefield after barely waking. regardless of her ways, nethyra deeply loved her family and genuinely cares about her people. so to see them fall was a sight that brought her melancholy and guilt. 

even in their ‘human skin,’ dragons can manipulate fire. nethyra is known for hers, particularly because of her chaotic soul and rage. 

in her dragon form, nethyraelyss is a giant amongst dragons. so too is her twin brother. original dragons are the size of mountains. paired with their strength, their power, and their near invincibility, the sight of one on your enemy’s side would make anyone fearful.

nethyra just actually wants love and acceptance and family and she’ll never fucking say that but rip she does. 

she is bisexual, biromantic.

she currently works as a TBD. 

whispers of new faces ( wcs ).

her twin brother 

the werewolf that saved her after her injuries ( on the main )

dragons she knew before her ‘long slumber’ 

enemies of hers during/after/before the war ( maybe one that killed her sibling/s )

people who hate her because of what she’s done 

friends / acquaintances 

her neighbor here in rome 

someone who wanted to be married to her but they weren’t paired 

exes / ex flings 

someone who broke her heart long ago

current flings / one night stands 

loyal followers of hers? they act like she’s some kinda god like they did in olden days

unrequited crush on her 

someone she is protective of for w/e reason

rome   welcomes   DAMON   DVORAK   ,      an   INCUBUS   .      they   are   36/900+   years   old   and   have   been   in   the   city   for   TWO   MONTHS   .      they   are   known   to   be   VOLUPTUARY      +      IMPIOUS   ,      which   makes   sense   because   they’re   AMUSED   about   the   marriages   .      i   heard   they’re   betrothed   to   KIERAN   RAVYN      -----      a   SIREN   PRINCE   .

𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊   .      draxus

𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖘(𝖊𝖘)   .      damon   dvorak      (      current      )   ,      countless   others   .

𝖆𝖌𝖊   .      physically   appears   in   his   mid   -   late   thirties   ,      is   actually   somewhere   in   his   900′s   but   stopped   keeping   track   awhile   back   .

𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘   .      demon

𝖘𝖊𝖝𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞   .      doesn’t   rly   care   tbqh

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑   𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘   .

dream   walking   /   manipulation   :      damon   can   insert   himself   into      &      warp   other’s   dreams   to   his   whim   .

vampirism   :      like   the   rest   of   his   ilk   damon   feeds   off   of   pleasure   but   can   also   drain      &      consume   his   victim’s   life   force   through   physical   contact   .

inhuman   abilities   :      enhanced   speed   ,      strength   ,      reflexes   ,      etc   .

healing   :      well  -  fed   ,      damon   can   heal   from   most   injuries   in   a   matter   of   hours   .

immortal   :      he   can’t   die   of   natural   causes      &      most   attempts   to   kill   him   will   only   result   in   banishing   him   back   to   hell   for   a   period   of   time   .

BACKGROUND   .

*      quick   lil   note   to   say   that   i’ve   def   taken   some   liberties   w   the   lore   since   there   isn’t   much   to   go   off   of

if   questioned   about   his   origins   the   only   answer   draxus   would   give   is   that   he   simply   is   .      licked   into   existence   by   hell’s   flames   too   long   ago   to   recall   ,      he'd   claim      because   IF   he   did   have   some   sort   of   past   it   must’ve   been   quite   the   traumatic  one   to   warp      &      twist      &      mutilate   a   once   human   soul   into   something   demonic   and   if   that   was   the   case   whatever   he   might   recall  would   be   more   dream  -  like   than   memory   .      snippets   playing   on   loop   inside   his   head   ,      bits      &      pieces   of   a   story   that   never   betray   the   entire   picture      ;      broken   vows   ,      a   gaping   hole   in   his   chest      &      a   bleeding   heart   clenched   in   a   lover’s   fist   ,      none   of   which   was   as   metaphorical   as   it   sounded   .      with   nothing   to   fill   in   the   gaps   or   tie   the   whole   thing   together   ,      it   felt   as   much   a   reverie   as   his   own   recollection   .      the   emotions   however   ,      clung   like   a   second   skin   .      betrayal   ,      heartache      ,      RAGE      all   ate   at   him      ;      made   him   into   someone   else   ,      something   else   .

for   years   he   killed   indiscriminately   ,      caught   in   his   own   grief      &      ire   which   he   was   all   too   happy   to   take   out   on   his   victims   .      with   time      &      experience   he   discovered   feeding      &      killing   were   not   mutually   exclusive   .      he   began   playing   with   his   prey   ,      toying   with   them   during   the   day      &      haunting   their   dreams   at   night   ,      drawing   their   torment   out   for   weeks   even   months   at   a   time   as   he   siphoned   their   life   force   .      nowadays   though   it   isn’t   unheard   of   for   him   to   kill      &      he   certainly   hasn’t   lost   his   taste   for   it   ,      it’s   more   of   a   game   to   him   ,      a   way   to   pass   the   time      &      most   of   the   players   even   make   it   out   alive   .

when   the   war   broke   out   damon   never   really   chose   a   side   .      true   he   held   no   love   for   humans      (      or   anyone   aside   from   himself   tbh      )      but   all   the   same   he   failed   to   see   the   sense   in   culling   the   food   source   so   for   the   most   part   he   simply   kept   to   himself      &      observed   .      as   far   as   the   arranged   marriages   go   ,      he   doesn’t   really   care   abt   peace   ,      esp   not   between   spn   races   but   he’s   not   particularly   bothered   by   them   either   since   he's   not   taking   it   seriously   .

FULL NAME: wilhelm ulrik

NICKNAMES: will, william

AGE: 41 / 3000+

DATE OF BIRTH: cannot recall. around 1200 BCE

DATE OF REBIRTH: cannot recall. 

PLACE OF BIRTH: around northern modern-day germany, southern modern-day denmark

NATIONALITY: saxon / early germanic tribe

RELIGIOUS VIEWS: undecided

EDUCATION LEVEL: the equivalent of a masters 

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: fearless, strong, loyal, outspoken

NEGATIVE TRAITS: brazen, loud, careless, temperamental

WHAT ARE THEIR FEARS?: coming out on the wrong side of history

HISTORY

wilhelm’s story begins many, many years ago. many centuries, really. wilhelm was born around the late bronze age, early iron age, to a germanic tribe that would later be called the saxons. life was nomadic and violent. at the age of “manhood,” wilhelm was gifted a spear and shield, just like every young man in his tribe. their culture centered around the warrior elite and chieftans who were voted in by the people (but it still heavily relied on inheritance as well). wilhelm happened to be a son of his tribe’s chieftan and was raised for battle. young men strived to prove to their older kin that they were strong and capable warriors. wilhelm and his siblings were a wild brood, and usually silas could be blamed for the trouble they got up to. as the ruling chieftan’s children, there was an immense amount of pressure to see them stronger, better, greater than any others so they could prove their father was fit for his title.

whispers began . . . a prayer to a god now lost to history, a ritual performed on the banks of a river, a meeting with a wolf. what was believed to be a blessing turned out to be a curse. one man’s hubris felled the ulrik children. 

wilhelm was faster, stronger, and more agile than ever before, but he was turned into a monster in the process. wilhelm was unable to control his transformations for hundreds of years, shifting every full moon. unlike other shifters, wilhelm’s shift into his werewolf form has always been painful. he suspects that each subsequent generation experiences this less and less, something to do with the initial curse becoming weaker. 

hello everyone ! i’m k and i’m super excited to be part of this group and i would love love LOVE to plot with anyone and everyone so please feel free to slide in my IMs or smash that heart button and i’ll come to you :) here is a lil bit about anton ! ( also this is the cambion lore i’m using bc i liked it the best xcnvbxcnv )

lil stats !

name: anton nils kask. age: twenty-seven. species: cambion. hometown: malmo, sweden. abilities: invulnerability -  more durable & resilient, regeneration - quicker healing, energy drain - can steal life force through physical touch ( he has basically mastered this ability unless he’s frightened ) weaknesses:  devil’s trap - a sigil that can be drawn on walls, ceilings, etc, to essentially trap the demon/cambion within the sigil, unholy aversion - cannot step foot into churches, holy water burns the skin & regeneration does not effect this injury ( burn from holy water would be the same as a burn from fire for a human ), holy fire burns NEVER heal, permanent damage afflicted. distinguishing features: a holy fire torch burn on the left side of his ribcage birth order: eldest sibling ( human half siblings on his mother’s side )

character bio ( violence tw, addiction tw ) !

       confliction. that word could describe anton’s entire existence. blood sullied at birth with a demon for a father and a human as a mother.  demon: evil. human: normal. of course at birth he did not have an affinity for evil, no more than any other regular human ( though one could argue they themselves have a predisposition, compared to angels of course ), but just the knowlege of his father’s species was enough to leave him spiraling to find his direction. it certainly didn’t help that growing up around humans, you could say his abilities ( uncontrolled ) could be construed as evil, demonic even. the struggle of good and evil was instilled inside him so young, and stuck.

      his mother did the best she could to keep anton from his father, hoping that it would steer him away from such a path. though in the shadow of the night, what seemed like dreams, he would visit and tempt anton. as the war between the supernaturals and the humans anton figured it would save his human family if he simply disappeared into the night. of course he wasn’t going to fight and honestly, he planned to lay as low as he could seeing as he could blend in as a human or a supernatural. it wasn’t until he was twenty-one and in some bar, masquerading as a human when a bar fight broke out. getting caught in the middle he was slashed with a broken beer bottle and the wound closed quickly before everyone’s eyes. within a religious little town and the battles waging on, the bartender kept holy water on hand and holy fire on deck.

      holy water splashed in his face, the burn appeared and confirmed even further, everyone’s fears. the bartender swiped his torch of holy fire and swung it in anton’s direction. it collided with his side and that was it. the burn sting more intensely than anything he’d ever felt. instincts kicked in and he grabbed the man, energy draining ability activated. the power he felt in that moment was absolutely addicting. once maneuvering out of that sticky situation by draining enough energy our of anyone to escape, he felt a high that he couldn’t even explain. 

      as a nomad now, teetering on the edge of good and evil, anton roamed from location to location draining people here and there as he craved the feeling. he could never completely drain anyone, the voice of his mother in the back of his head reminding him he WAS better than his father. then BAM ! after being on his own for so long and managing to avoid his father, the demon tracked him down. essentially strong arming the morally weak anton, the pair of them went on a terrorizing spree. going from town to town, city to city, wrecking havoc amongst seemingly peacefully places. 

      it had been about three years of this and anton felt himself falling deeper and deeper into the mess of the evil that he was always worried he’d become. his father managed to drag him back to malmo to go and visit his mother. drugged up on the energy he stole from anyone he could get his hands on, anton didn’t even think of it. the sobering moment for him was seeing his father threaten his mother and other siblings, able to shake himself free from whatever little control his father had over him, anton was able to fight off the demon and help his family escape.

      leaving his family once more after restoring the good inside him, he became a nomad again. keeping away from everyone he could unless necessary, praying ( ironic huh? ) he wouldn’t slip again. alas he was able to, of course without temptation. every day was a struggle within himself to keep a balance. as the war ended he had lost track of his family and was disconnected from the times really, he wandered into rome without knowing about the marriages and then was SLAMMED with them once entering the city. his irritation is actually just a manifestation of fear, scared that being connected to another person leaves him vulnerable to, a) slipping again, b) his father finding him and screwing with whoever he attaches to, or c) just regular old attachment issues !

wanted connections !

BACKSTORY:: ( tw- mentions of death & war )

x -- Once upon a time, in a small rural town in Italy, there lived a young human couple who wanted nothing more than to have a baby of their very own. A stray fae took notice of the desperation of the two && offered them a deal. What the couple traded was unknown, but in return the fae gifted them a child of their own. A precious little “fae” baby named Basil. 

x -- But what started off as elation, quickly turned to --- well, for lack of a better term, regret. Something felt wrong with the baby. It looked human, it acted human, but something about it just felt....off. The aura of the child just felt so uncomfortable && off putting, the couple decided that they wanted nothing to do with it. 

[[ Changeling babies are often unsettling to humans. They seem almost human but something seems different about them. Sometimes they have extra toes or markings that set them apart. --- The couple had simply assumed that they were getting a human or fae child. They had no knowledge of changeling children. All they knew was that the child they were gifted made them feel extremely uncomfortable, despite not knowing why this was occurring.  ]]

x --- but due to the nature of the trade, the humans knew better than to go back on a deal with the fae. So they raised the baby as their own, despite their dislike of it. 

x --- Now, let it be known that Basil was never abused or treated unfairly by his new parents. He was just simply not loved by them. They had minimal contact with boy- no hugs, no kind words, no parent/child bonding. It felt as though Basil was simply a stranger to them living under the same roof.

x --- At the age of eighteen, the boy saved up everything that he could && ran away without notice. --- Only to end up in the arms of the fae. He came upon a community of them by happenstance && they were very quick to tell him what he really was. They could sense it of him. That he belonged with them. Basil, baffled, explained that he was a human raised by humans but the notion was quickly shot down. 

x --- For the next ten years or so, Basil lived among the faeries --- though, this life didn’t seem right for him either. It began to feel like no matter where he went he’d always be an outcast of sorts. Not fully fae, not fully human. Uncomfortable for everyone around him. 

THE WAR::

x --- Now that he was an adult && fully aware of what he was, Basil decided that he was fed up && wanted answers. --- Had one of his parents had an affair?? Was that why they despised him so much growing up?? Were they even his parents at all?? Had he been stolen as a baby??  

x --- Turns out he’d never know. He ventured back to his parents town only to find ruin. The neighboring town sang the stories of a battle taking place their- unknown soldiers tearing it down in a matter of hours && leaving no survivors. 

x ---  He was returning home to the fae when he caught word of Rome && what was happening there. “ A melting pot for supernatural && human alike. “ they whispered, eyes wide with excitement. A place where it didn’t matter what you were && the war couldn’t harm you.... It sounded too good to be true. 

Rowan has always dealt in war in one form of another. Feisty by nature, he took to killing like a fish to water. He’s a consummate fighter and over the centuries he has amassed a great many skills to aid in his work.  From weapons manufacturing to special combat training, or leading the charge, he’s found himself as each cog in the war machine, at one time or another. Although the centuries have tempered him somewhat, he’s still quick to anger and he’s far more comfortable with conflict than amity.

Currently he works in Security, a vague enough label that allows him to do what he very much feels is in his DNA. He’s closely involved with the mechanisms of the city’s defenses and if the outside world ever put itself together enough to lead a concentrated attack against Rome, he’s the one with the plan (or many plans) to make sure they fail.

And because I can’t help myself and need to do this for every one of my character, here’s a quick personality rundown:

·        Born in the year of the dragon (oh the irony!) strong and independent, but yearning for support and love

·        Leo (August 5th) – passionate, generous, humorous, arrogant, inflexible, stubborn

·        choleric – quick-thinker, competitive, independent, easily annoyed, and prideful.

·        ESTP [the doer] – lives in the moment & dives into action

·        a Gryffindor who sometimes gives off quite a strong Slytherin vibe if you get on his wrong side

CONNECTIONS

FAMILY

Rowan strives for a good relationship with his family. He always thought of Morrigan as his mother and never wanted to know the fate of his biological parents. He doesn’t care whether they abandoned him, or simply died. He tends to side with her more often than not, and on the few occasions they wouldn’t have seen eye to eye on something, he’d have made sure to at least stay out of her way, rather than openly taking a stance against her.

When it comes to his siblings, I kinda imagine him as the epitome of the OLDESTTM - dutiful, responsible and supportive. This is, of course, dependent on the other three, but on his part, he would have tried to maintain a sense of kinship with them and would have made it clear that he’s there for them. He wouldn’t exactly be a spoilsport all the time, but his protective instincts would have kicked in when around them and he’d have exhibited a lot more caution than he’s typically known for. And while he would have seen the merits of having fun and joining them in causing chaos every once in a while, (if they were so inclined), he wouldn’t have gone ahead with just any harebrained idea they tossed his way. In fact, I expect he’d be the one they called on to get them out of trouble when their less fortunate schemes inevitably failed.

MARRIAGE

Honestly, I’m open for anything here! Rowan isn’t necessarily mad about who he was paired up with, as he is with the concept itself. In all honesty, he has serious commitment issues. The only people he’s ever been capable to apply himself to are his family, he views everyone else as expendable and now that he has to put effort into something like this, he’s a little bit cranky about it. In his head, he chose the lesser of two evils by singing up with two other people, because then, when/if this whole thing fails, he can more easily argue the blame is shouldered by all three of them.

A few ways I can see this starting/going:

·        they already know each other and maybe have even had casual affairs: either right now, or at some point in the past – all three, or paired up, I’m totally open to have Rowan be the outsider at first, or not, whichever way you think could be more fun.

·        None of them actually know each other and the betrothal starts from scratch.

SUGGESTED

·        Friends/frenemies – people he can have a drink with, or some fun. Basically this is open to almost everyone as long as our characters’ personalities match. He’s quite extroverted, but is definitely abrasive, and sarcasm is second nature to him. Likes calls to like, so the people he’d find most intriguing would also need to be at least a little (a lot!)  bit assholes.

·        Brothers at arms – this connection is slightly more flexible, meaning he would feel a bond to more serious/grim types of people just because they’ve seen some shit together. Rowan will always feel somewhat tied to those he’s ever fought alongside with.

[Priyanka Chopra, Female, Pansexual, she/her] Rome welcomes RHEA AMATTO, a SHAPE-SHIFTER. they are 35/500 years old and have been in the city for ONE YEAR. they are known to be LOYAL + MISCHIEVOUS, which makes sense because they’re CYNICAL about the marriages. i heard they’re betrothed to RICKY WHITTLE, JOEL KINNAMAN, UTP - a UTP. ( savanah, 23, central, she/her )

| A B O U T  -  R H E A |

A year ago, if you looked to the east, you would find a woman with waist length hair as black as a raven, entering the city of Rome. Her eyes showed a story of depth and realism. Her skin was kissed by the sun, telling a story of hard travels. On her back she carried a rucksack full of findings from her journey. 

You meet eyes and instantly there is a drop in your stomach. “Don’t be shy..” Her voice swirls in your head as she approaches you. “What’s your name?” You are glued to her alluring question. Everything felt so natural.. Who was she? Your lips finally sputter out your name and her face erupts into a wicked grin. “Groovy.” Rhea stated, her nimble fingers tracing your jawline. 

The woman left as fast as she came in, and with the wind, Rhea trotted down the street into the heart of Rome.

Name: Rhea Amatto Age: 35 / 500 years Orientation: Pansexual Species: Shape-shifter Abilities: While Rhea can shift into almost any animal she’s visually encountered, she can only take on the appearance of others for just an hour.  Betrothed To: N/A [open] Personality: Manipulative | Loyal | Witty | Dominate | Free Thoughts: Rhea finds the treaty laughable. Nobody could own her. She was not a proposal of some sort. But it could be some fun. Her betrothed would be a playmate, at most. Feelings for her were like the wind -- nobody held onto them for very long and she was okay with it. Made life manageable. 

Rhea lost her parents young -- she couldn’t even tell you what they looked like. She was found off the coast of Greece by a traveling group of musicians who took her willingly and fed her nothing but love and culture -- showing her the truths of the world and how to bend people to your will. 

She grew with color in her life and traveled mountains to hear stories of elders.  Rhea ate foods and listened to music that sent a chill down your spine. 

Her abilities slowly appeared on the night she turned twenty during a ceremony celebrating the changing of the seasons. It didn’t come pleasantly either.  Every one of her bones cracked under pressure as her organs dramatically rearranged themselves. Her skin was replaced with a thick striped coat and canines emerged from her gums. Rhea would, from this point on, experience every change molecule by molecule. 

Rhea was given the nickname Tigress by her tribe -- symbolizing her first change. It was from that night, she learned of the different species that filled her family.. Vampires, witches, werewolves, humans... How had she been so sheltered all her life yet lived so freely? 

She lost her tribe ten years later and since, she’d been on her own -- traveling and exploring until she found her way to Rome after all walks of life turned to death. 

“ … and the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows. “

| A B O U T  -  S A V |

The name is Savanah C: I’m so sorry for this rushed intro. Life has been hectic!  But I’m so open to plotting and whatnot. I want Rhea to be pretty vague to allow growth and development that maybe I haven’t even thought of!

Aragorn was hatched along with his twin sister. Their egg having been the colors of midnight and purple on one half and an ice white and blue on the other half. Making his dragon an ice white with blue accents throughout the scales. 

He grew up the closest to his twin adoring her above all others. They were partners in crime and often got into mischief together. He enjoyed his childhood and lived life as he wished. 

As he grew though he grew more mature. Outgrowing the selfish nature of a young dragon while his twin in his eyes remained wild and unable to control herself. 

It brought him grief to lock her away. She had been his closest friend and he loved her dearly but he feared the danger that she put all of them in. No matter how many times he tried to speak with her her behavior didn’t change. 

When the war started he knew they needed everyone they could get. It was bloody and seemed endless and so he woke her from her enchanted slumber and it was if he unleashed a monster. She was furious in her fighting and though he longed to make things better with her there was simply no time. 

He watched as his family fell one by one in the battle. Their dying screams haunting him as he continued to fight. He was wounded almost to the point of death in the final battle.

He was never sure if his twin thought he was dead or if she simply didn’t care to find out but he couldn’t blame her regardless. 

He was found on the battlefield near death by a kind stranger. They took him in and healed him. Spending many months getting him over his physical wounds and helping him at times to get over the nightmares that seemed to plague him from the war. 

When he heard of the arranged marriages taking place in Rome he was intrigued. He had never been much for love. Though he had always longed to find it. He just never seemed to find the right one for him. 

He’s spending him time now working as a healer having learned his skills from the one who healed him. 

I have a million wanted connections for him for sure! 

One would be the one who healed him i left this vague because i wanted to keep it open enough for anyone to fit it. Basically i would think it was someone supernatural but everything else is open. i imagine they would be close friends!

He’s been around for a long time so anyone from his past would be great! Enemies, friends, and everything in between. 

Another thing i would be interested in is some people who he’s taken under his wing almost as if they were his children.