❛⠀titles.

• Full Name: King Jaspyr Rhaegal of Zoraq.
• Pronunciation: There are two pronunciations of his name that depends upon accent or language spoken.
  
  Standard Pronunciation
  Jass-purr Ray-gahl.
  Zoraqi Accent
  Yass-peer Ray-gull.
  
  Personally he will alternate between both pronunciations, typically using the Standard and switching to the Zoraqi accented pronunciation whenever he is in the kingdom of Zoraq or speaking any non-Standard language.
• Other Titles: Jas (nickname used by friends or close colleagues), His Majesty (formal way to address him as King), The Silver Beast (reputational name given to him as a fierce warrior).

❛⠀basics.

• Place of Birth: Nyx Lagoon, Myrador.
• Current Residence: Zoraq.
• Species: Demigod of Ignus, Half Elf.
• Date of Birth: Summer of 67 BP.
• Age: 68 Years Old.
• Occupation: King of Zoraq.
• Reign: 36 Years. From 35 BP until present.
• Known Languages: Standard, Elvish (native tongue), Qaresh (Zoraqi hieroglyphics).
• ual Orientation: Panual.
• Romantic Orientation: Panromantic.
• Relationship Status: Single.

❛⠀appearance.

• Faceclaim: Henry Cavill in The Witcher
• Height: 193cm.
• Weight: 91kg.
• Hair Color: Naturally was ink black in his youth, however his hair has since turned completely silver. He suspects the change must be due to old age (despite being quite young still for an Elf) and is unaware that the real reason his hair has lost pigmentation is related to his powers.
• Eyes: Naturally a reddish-orange golden hue. Will glow crimson and may also begin to exude red smoke and sparks whenever using his abilities.
• Scars: There are a variety of small scars and wounds scattered across his body from many fights and battles he's participated in over the years. Mainly they are scars from cuts or burns. (x) (x)
• Tattoo: His only tattoo is a design on his back between his shoulderblades of the dual Rhaegali swords, weapons that had long been passed down within the Rhaegali clan of Zoraq to their chiefs. (x)
• Clothing Style: He typically dresses in all black and with practicality always kept in mind. Trousers, blouses, leather armour, sturdy boots, capes or furs when in cold weather.
  
  Always wears a silver medallion necklace with a wolf design. It was his first ever successful blacksmithing achievement. The wolf is the official emblem of the Rhaegali clan that he keeps close to his heart in honor of their memory.
  
  Whenever expecting to enter combat, he will dawn extravagant armour made of Aerisian steel. Although large and appearing to be heavy, the Aerisian steel is lightweight enough that he can withstand wearing full armour comfortably during battle. The material is also quite sturdy and can withstand being set aflame which is a frequent occurrence whenever he uses his natural powers. (x) (x) (x)

♚   ⫶   chapter one。 a flicker.

Trigger Warning: This background will contain descriptions of violence, blood, murder, and gore.

To be added. . .

♚   ⫶   chapter two。 sparks fly.

Phantoms haunted the halls of his mind, crying out his name at every waking moment, begging for mercy in his dreams. There was no escaping the guilt and the shame.

Yet he could certainly try to outrun it.

In the aftermath of the Rhaegali clan massacre, Jaspyr took on their name as his own and began a journey with no destination but to be met with the merciful kiss of Death.

What more could he do without the purposeful guidance of his late mother or the love of a true family, his clan, who had been stolen from him far too soon? He could fight. And fight he certainly did. So young and naive, an emptiness gaping through his soul, he filled it with rage.

As Jaspyr roamed through the vast lands of the Zoraqi kingdom and crossed paths with many villages or clans, he found himself challenging every fighter willing to take him on in hand-to-hand or strike their broadswords. Slowly his suffocating losses turned to great victorious feats as he allowed himself to unleash a hateful frenzy yet learned to make observations of how his opponents moved or behaved, unconsciously searching for weak points.

In time his new name, The Silver Beast, had become infamous across the Zoraqi nation for his strengths and audacity as a fearless fighter. He'd even begun entering competitions and tournaments for some quick coin, yet it was never enough. Never enough to replace the pain of loss nor the desperate crave for someplace to belong.

Each fight was merely an atonement for the slaughter of all those innocent Rhaegali children, their mothers and fathers impaled before their eyes as an appetizer for what fate was to befall them soon thereafter. Every punch or knick of a blade was his punishment. Every victory simply a cruel purgatory as he awaited the day when his opponent would finally defeat him with one last hit to end it all.

Too bad. Fate had other plans, that pesky .

♚   ⫶   chapter three。 burning flame.

While The Silver Beast pummeled his way across Zoraq, King Brutyn Avexius had long reveled in a reign of terror as he ruled over the kingdom with an iron fist.

A human from origins unknown, the man came to power after having the previous ruler assassinated in secret and stealthily positioning himself to campaign as a great successor who would serve the people with benevolence. He fooled the commonfolk and royal court alike, securing his crown and dominating over Zoraq as a cruel selfish tyrant. He instilled fear into the hearts of all and threatened those who dare go against him, crushing lives and taking loved ones without so much as a blip of forethought. Brutyn desired power, wealth, and control.

An era of depression and persecution poisoned Zoraq for as long as King Brutyn sat upon his throne of thorns. Imposing high tariffs, taxing the poor, ing the people into harsh enslavement, building himself an army of greedy soldiers who would kill and defile anyone for the fat payments of coin jingling in their pockets.

The people had enough. How long would they suffer in silence?

A movement slowly began to grow and spread throughout the lands of those who were fed up with sitting idly by while their livelihoods and loved ones were taken. After many years of gathering warriors to make small attacks and recruiting intelligent spies to gain information against the King, The People's Rebellion had finally garnered enough strength and numbers to make their biggest move yet.

And their leader wanted none other than The Silver Beast himself to join their ranks.

Jaspyr had long heard stories and whispers of the Rebellion, yet never gave it much more than a passing thought of sorrow until the movement's honorable leader one day approached him with a proposal; join them and fight for more than just a silly name or a pretty penny.

What more was there to lose?



Without question he followed his new leader everywhere he went, quickly becoming a close confidant and righthand man loyally beside him through every battle. The man's guidance taught Jaspyr more than how to properly wield a weapon or successfully infiltrate enemy lines with the sly stealth of a fox. He was taught the meaning of honor and justice. Perhaps, for the first time ever, he would fight for all the right reasons and all the deserving people.

Soon their humble army had made it through tens of battles, taking back control of Zoraqi territories one by one, freeing the people from harsh labors and exploitation.

It was time for the end. The final battle.

Having backed King Brutyn into a corner with nowhere else to run and hide, The People's Rebellion marched on through the vast white dunes of the south until they reached the sacred Temple Durrain where the King lie in wait, his soldiers with their bloodthirsty blades at the ready. The King naturally kept his strongest warriors to secure his own safety amidst the Temple, leaving the weakest and most disloyal behind to be slaughtered by the Rebellion's militia forces. This would be their most difficult fight of all. Many would perish and there was no guarantee they would even survive long enough to take out the King.

"For the liberation. For the blood."

This moment would someday go down in Zoraqi history as one of their most important feats, The Battle of Liberty.

Thousands of lives were lost on both sides as they painted the sandy white dunes crimson red with blood. Rapidly their army of rebels began to dwindle the closer they reached the Temple Durrain, yet the Rebellion's fighters were a powerhouse of determination as they kept pushing forward their great leader and his righthand man until they finally made it past the Temple walls.

It was supposed to be him. Their leader had to be the one to strike his blade through the tyrant King's heart and represent the good people of Zoraq. Not Jaspyr.

Yet again, the impossible wiles of Fate had turned as the King's knights ambushed from behind and impaled their swords deep within his leader's gut. Jaspyr's eyes clouded over with burning wrath, beginning to fizzle with a thick smoke as the palms of his hands ignited into red hot flames. Like a dragon's breath, he howled from the depths of his very core and burned the King's knights to a crisp.

It was too late. His leader fell to the ground clutching at his abdomen where a blade still poked through, his lidded eyes staring lifelessly into the sun. He was gone.

His mentor would not die in vain.

Seething with anger and a hunger for vengeance, Jaspyr hunted down King Brutyn all the way deep into the catacombs just underground beneath the Temple. Backed into a corner like a feral wolf, the King struck hard and fierce, slashing his blade along Jaspyr's skin in every which way he could, dodging each swing of the warrior's blood-drenched battleaxe.

That's when he noticed it. A tomb with the design of a wolf bearing its fangs; the emblem of the Rhaegali clan, perhaps an ancient chief being honorably kept in the catacombs of the Temple grounds.

That's when it all changed.

Weary of all the fighting, all the suffering, all the death, a newlyfound fifire spread across the vast expanse of his body as they turned from a fiery crimson red and shifted into a dark pitch black as deep as the midnight sky.

Terrified by the mysterious sight before him, Brutyn froze in his place and opened a window of opportunity. With the long handle of his axe did he strike across the King's skull and knock him down to his knees, the shadowy flames swallowing his pathetic body inch by painstaking inch.

The pain didn't just burn the flesh; It burned the soul.

Suddenly Brutyn changed his tune. Pathetically he begged, promised he would change his corrupt ways for good.

The very tip of the axe swiftly struck through the mouth and cut off his tongue so that he may never tell another silver lie again.

As the King mumbled incoherent sounds for mercy, coughing up pools of red, Jaspyr would finally end his suffering with a fatal blow as he swung the edge of his massive battleaxe to cleanly slice through skin and bone.

His head severed from the neck went bobbing across the floor with a trail of blood following close behind. Crudely he gathered a handful of hair into his grasp, carrying the idle head all the way back up through the Temple until he once again could bask in the pastel sunlight of a new dawn. He held it up high before everyone in sight, watching as soldiers and warriors slowly fell silent.

The black flames flickering from his palms began to glow with an aura of pristine glistening white that glittered beneath the sun as Jaspyr burned the head of the slain King Brutyn Avexius for all to witness.

He cried out to the Heavens above, his roar so thunderous he could hardly gasp for air.

"Neak thirat seris!" (Long live the free).

With the death of their king, Brutyn's soldiers laid down their arms in surrender as the one thousand Rebellion warriors still left alive soon cheered in victory, their haggard voices a cacophony of glorious liberation.

♚   ⫶   chapter four。 sizzling smoke.

The Rebellion succeeded, yet the Zoraqi people were not yet truly freed. In the wake of the King's death, they needed a new ruler who would usher in an era of peace and prosperity.

Many thought the Rebellion's leader would have taken up the mantle. So much for that idea. Perhaps they would settle for the next best thing; their fallen leader's righthand man and the very warrior who brought about the end.

Yet this was only the beginning.

Jaspyr Rhaegal hailed as a hero of the kingdom was quickly pressured to campaign for the crown. He didn't want it, didn't believe he was worthy enough to lead a nation. Others seemed to feel differently. The longer the people demanded a benevolent ruler with a warrior's heart, passionate to see their Silver Beast carry on the torch, the sooner he began to think this was always meant to be.

Thus he took a shot in the dark and began his campaign to much success. With his vow to change the landscape of Zoraqi life for the good of everyone, he was voted into power and held his grand coronation ceremony as the new King of Zoraq in the year 35 BP.

From thereon out the young King Jaspyr had much to learn, yet a determination to serve. Naive, impulsive, driven by his emotions, and previously untrained in the art and etiquette of government, he was bound to make mistakes. From these mistakes he learned to find lessons that would guide him to honing in the newfound craft of Kingly duty alongside the many mentors and supporters who he was keen to listen and observe over the years.

With time, it all seemed to look up. From Jaspyr's first legislation that abolished slavery and criminalized endentured serfdom all the way to current years in which he has prioritized friendly diplomacy with other kingdoms and proper distribution of wealth to the commonfolk economy. Progress was a painstaking ache, yet imminent.

No one expected to see another bloody battefield again. Surely not from an outside kingdom daring to break the Treaty of Harmony which had upheld peace between the four nations for centuries. Zoraq was blindsided.



Who knows how long the Kingdom of Kronos had been planning their invasion through Zoraqi territory and subsequent attack upon the Temple Durrain, their kingdom's most sacred grounds which had already seen so much death and destruction in years past. The Kronic army set off many spies and messengers rushing to inform the Zoraqi royals of their crossing into the land, hoping to catch up just in time to defend the Temple.

They were a day late.

On the first day of The Battle of Perfidy, the Kronic forces swept through Zoraq and reached the Temple as they left a trail of dead civilians and fighters behind them. Finally the Zoraqi royal court managed to arrive with as many warriors as they could gather in such short notice. The battle dragged out for days, lingering on into weeks, each side of the conflict holding out to their very last breath.

By the 21st day of Perfidy, the Zoraqi forces were dwindling to bare bones with only a hundred warriors left still standing as fatigue, heat, and starvation bogged them down. Surely Kronos would have soon claimed the Temple Durrain and forced the Zoraqi to surrender...

Had it not been for an unforseen deus ex machina.

That day a mysterious assailant had made it past the battlefield and found where King Helias Bayne of Kronos had been resting with his camp safely away from the front lines, awaiting the word that they had finally captured the Temple for themselves. Instead, he was greeted with a sword to the chest and lying face first upon the sands.

No one knew who exactly had assassinated Helias or which kingdom they hailed from, the unknown assailant having disappeared into the night as swift as the wind.

It didn't matter. Now Zoraq had a chance to turn the tides of the long fight. Without a King to give orders and a newly invigorated spirit amongst the remaining Zoraqi warriors, Kronos began to retreat back through the Dunes of Durrah and barely made it back to their sailboats as Zoraq chased them out of their lands with seas of blood and hellfire.

Jaspyr thought he'd seen the last of war. Fate thought it time to sharpen his blade.

♚   ⫶   likes。
Sparring — Swordfighting and Fencing — Attending sports tournaments — Feasts — Aged wines and rums — Nature — The scent of salty ocean breeze — Bathing in waterfalls or other fresh water — The warmth of resting nearby fire — Spicy and bitter foods — Aerisian steel — Basking in the moonlight — Dark evenings — Spending time with Zoraqi people and learning about their personal cultures — Collecting crystals or herbs to aid in his magic.

♚   ⫶   dislikes。
Snow and brisk weather — Pretentiousness — Excessively sweet foods — Discussing his past — Being disrespected or talked down to — Sore losers — Attending fancy events.

♚   ⫶   hobbies。
Participating in duels or tournaments — Collecting souvenirs from his travels — Exploring nature — Playing with his direwolf Vigon — Blacksmithing — Meditation.

♚   ⫶   secrets。
Jaspyr is the demigod son of Ignus, the diety of fire who has long been dead. He was born through immaculate conception using Ignus' stolen godly essence. This is a secret his mother never told him, thus Jaspyr himself is completely ignorant to the fact that he is a demigod. Instead he was led to believe that his father is a human who once was the chief of the Rhaegal clan in Zoraq.

♚   ⫶   pets。
He only keeps two loyal pets by his side; his trusted horse he travels with and takes into battle named Vaerys (x) (x) and his loyal direwolf named Vigon. (x) (x) (x)

♚   ⫶   powers。
Pyrokinesis — The ability to create, control, and manipulate fire. Typically he will generate flames from his body by secreting a combustible fuel that oxidizes as he produces a natural heat upon his skin, triggering the chemical exothermic reaction that produces flames.

There is also a strange inexplicable connection to the energetic forces of fire. He can manipulate flames even if he has not created them himself; Such as from a fire place, candle, wildfire, etc. The location of fire can be moved at will, much like telekinesis.

•.*★ Focus, discipline, and emotional control are vital. Emotional influence, especially with severe intensity, can easily lead him to lose control and have catastrophic consequence. A lack of focus may also damper his ability and weaken his intentions.

•.*★  His eyes will glow a vibrant crimson hue and may even begin to exude smoke or ashes whenever his powers are actively being used.

•.*★ Frequently will use fire in combat as both an attack and defense mechanism.

Regenerative Healing — The ability to rapidly heal himself from wounds and restore his health back to a normal state. This healing can occur unconsciously and does not require any sort of activation, being efficient and seamless. He can heal damaged tissues, organs, and limbs. Typically his regenerative healing is intertwined with his pyrokinesis, being able to restore any burn injuries that were sustained when using his power.

Lunar Magic — Inherent energetic connection to the Magna Moon in particular, being his celestial half-sister, which gives him a strong skill with lunar-based magic.

•.*★ Charging physical items, namely crystals or weaponry, under the moonlight and performing a ritual prayer each night grants them lunar blessings that enhance their energetic power, making it possible to enchant these items.

•.*★ On the night of a full moon, all his powers and strengths are significantly enhanced. However, he is at his weakest during a new moon phase.

•.*★ Will use lunar attacks in combat as well as lunar aura for a defense mechanism.

♚   ⫶   weaknesses。
Water / Ice — He can be overpowered or have his abilities negated by any water, ice, or cold-based powers. Although his body retains natural heat and can keep fairly warm even in cold temperatures, severe cold will still have a detriment on his physical and magical energy. Coming into physical contact with water will not cause injury or pain. However, it weakens his overall strength the longer he is in or nearby any form of water.

Lack of Immunity — While he can conjure fire, he is not immune to the effects of flame or heat. Whenever he produces fire from his own body he will suffer extreme burns and wounds that are painful. He is also not immune to disease or illness; It is unlikely that these will ever fatally kill him, but it will definitely have the same symptoms and effects on his health as normal people suffer.

Constricted Healing — Although he has the ability to regeneratively self-heal, it is rather limited and not a perfect solution. Depending on how large or intensive the wound is, the more difficult it will be to heal. He can easily heal small cuts or skin-deep wounds without issue, but anything worse than that will require him to push his healing ability to the extreme. If he is in a weakened state, his healing will not be perfect and he can possibly fail to fully heal or have scars left behind.

For example, if his heart has been stabbed he cannot heal it and will require someone with better healing abilities to perform a procedure or if a limb has been cut off he cannot simply grow back that limb. Healing is also an immensely painful experience that can have lasting side effects of aches, stretch marks or scars, etc.

♚   ⫶   fighting style。
Like a vicious flame, he strikes quick and fierce; like a wildfire, his attacks will rapidly grow into a barrage that engulfs and overwhelms the opponent. He has bursts of high energy in which he exerts his strength and power until he grows too tired to keep going. At points of fatigue, he will back off and immediately go on defense or try to make some passive minimal attacks; one or two brief hits, back away to breathe and dodge, then repeat.

Jaspyr believes that no fight is honorable unless he gives his best effort and thus will seize any chance or use any tactic to win even if they may be considered dirty. He is accostomed to melee combat using swords and axes as his weapons of choice. If in dire need, he will resort to close hand-to-hand combat or make use of any surrounding weapons or objects available.

♚   ⫶   weapons。
Jaspyr has a small collection of weaponry he has acquired over many years. Typically he will only carry one or two weapons physically on his person at a time. If possible, he will bring his entire collection along with him on his travels.

Rhaegali Swords — A pair of two swords that originate from the Rhaegali clan. They are intended to be used in a dual-wielding style, however, Jaspyr may sometimes choose to only wield one. The swords were traditionally passed down to Rhaegali clan chiefs over the course of many decades. They were gifted to him after he met the clan prior to their tragic massacre and they all believed him to be the son of their last slain chief. Both swords have been buffed with magical flames after he performed a ritual sacrifice and received blessings from Ignus. (x) (x)

Battleaxe — A great battleaxe of Aerisian steel that towers above at 215cm. He personally worked on the design with a talented blacksmith in Jaspyr's youth while he was still the righthand to the Zoraqi rebellion leader and used this axe to chop off the head of former King Brutyn Avexius. (x)

Shield — Just like his other weapons, this massive shield is crafted entirely of Aerisian steel and was commissioned by his favorite blacksmith after the Battle of Perfidy when Jaspyr finally realized he would likely need to start bringing a shield into any future battles. (x)

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Feel free to poke me for our thread(s) if I haven't given you any replies for longer than a week. Even with my tracker, sometimes I may get busy and forget.

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♚   ⫶   salvation。 available.

arranged marriage. m/f. any king, queen, prince or princess from myrador or aeris.

The Battle of Perfidy just a year ago beat the Kingdom of Zoraq down to a pulp of which they are still struggling to recover from. The loss of thousands of lives and warriors, scraping at the bottom of the barrel with their funds desperately trying to keep the economy afloat while balancing preparations for an oncoming war against Kronos.

Zoraq needs powerful allies. Quick.

When outside forces propose an alliance between your two Kingdoms, you begin talks. Yet what Zoraq offers is not nearly enough. Your Kingdom will only agree to provide the funds and potentially the fighters Zoraq needs upon the strict condition that King Jaspyr agrees to marry you, granting you a high position and an equally valued say within Zoraqi royal court as the King's new consort.

You both agree to the arrangement, each having your own political reasons for entering such a marriage rather than for any ounce of love.

As the two begin a courtship in preparation for the coming nuptials, will you learn to get along as soon-to-be spousal partners or will you only begin to drift further apart?

♚   ⫶   scenario。 availability.

genres, genders, ages, rating...

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♚   ⫶   scenario。 availability.

genres, genders, ages, rating...

Plot goes here.