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Aedan Samson

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Name: Aedan Samson

Age: 7

Occupation: Lich Apprentice

World: Tenaria circa 15 years prior to current Tenarian Timeline.

 

Beaten, broken, jaded. A thief, more or less, abandoned by his family at a young age after it being revealed he was born to his father, who at the time was a prominent courtier to a young Lady. The appearance of a bastard nearly ruined his chances at taking the woman to be his wife, and Aedan was sent away, only to be abandoned when his mother was killed at knife-point while travelling to a neighboring village. Aedan, 2 at the time, was nearly sold into slavery, but somehow managed to escape his captors and ended up in a sleepy little village just on the outskirts of a dark forest. At first, he was taken in by the village mayor, but his true son, next in line, didn't like that.

 

When the mayor was killed under strange circumstances, the son took his place, and Aedan was left alone on the streets again to fend for himself. He was allowed to stay in the village, but that was where the generosity of his adopted brother ended. From the time he was 4 on, he lived as a thief, stealing from market stalls, and windows and using his looks to get what he needed to survive. For three years, he was never caught, or the guards simply turned a blind eye (lingering pity for the boy, or simply underpaid.)

 

Though, when he was 7, everything changed. He was caught stealing a blueberry pie from the baker's window, and run out of town; only to wind up stumbling into a tavern dubbed "Vampire Tavern", where his life would change forever...

 

It was there he met his soon-to-be master, Senhor, a powerful lich from the undead kingdom of Atrum Castelleum; servant to the Dark God, Makathulah, and his soon-to-be best friend, Rushellion, Blood Prince of Atrum Castelleum, and general of Senhor's armies.

 

At first, relations were strained, the entire ordeal was absolutely terrifying for him. Listening, and being taught that the living, are impure creatures that served as tools to push forward the armies of Senhor into taking over the world of Tenaria. A few scattered instances served as lessons for him, but every day became more and more of a trial. He was granted a sword, crafted from the bones of the guards that pursued him, and imbued with the powers of the negative plane, which Aedan, secretly called "Simon." And slowly the corruption began to take over, with a few times where he'd lose his temper, and sometimes even complete control over his actions.

 

As the corruption would further itself, to an ultimate and final 'death', it would cause his skin to crack and boil; with thick black lines of veins criss-crossing beneath his skin. Eventually, it did kill him, but it was shortlived.. moments later he would awaken newly made, undead, his soul locked away in a phylactery and hidden from even him.

 

It was then his true path was written.. almost immediately he'd been sent out along with Rush to bring purification to the village he grew up in. Destroying everything, and killing absolutely everyone. It was a fun task, yet the few good memories he had of the place, caused it to pain him just a little bit. Though once the killing was done, what was left of the bodies were raised and sent forth to join the remaining armies. Rush went along with them, Aedan stayed behind, as he was ordered, and was sent on his first assignment on his own.

 

With fear still playing at the back of his mind, as he drifts onward to another settlement. Further, away from the previous ones he'd seen. It stands as a center focus, and a border between advancing further into the larger cities. He was sent alone, though he knew he was always being watched....Though he did manage to make it to the village, he was drawn to a strange looking Inn on it's outskirts..

 

 

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Thin locks of light auburn hair fall to the shoulders of this young boy, with bangs that hang just slightly above his pale, slightly flickering green eyes. He's rather thin, with a bare minimum of babyfat, giving him almost a skeletal look of malnutrition, and quite pale. His skin seems to crack in random places, giving way to black vein-like lines that criss-cross beneath his skin. His shoulders are thin, extending out into stick-like arms and small grubby little hands. He falls on the shorter side of most children his age, making him out to appear a little younger then he actually is, with thin legs and small feet. He's usually found wearing a black tunic, dark brown breeches, a pair of fine leather boots, and hung about his shoulder, a raggedy blue and red baby blanket that functions as a cloak or cape. At his waist is a swordbelt, bearing sleek black sheathe with a spine-like hilt that has pieces of rib-bone functioning as slight hand-guard.

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*sigh* Noone pays attention to these threads anymore.. and I feel bad by approving myself.

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*is poked*

 

 

 

:D

 

(Sorry! There's just so many threads these days!)

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Really? XD We still need more bloody people. But anyways. Fun.

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