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[Pending] Whitelist application - chnpo - chnpo - 19-02-2015
In Game Name (IGN): chnpo
About You:
I am a sophomore in high school, and I am a friend of TinyTim77. I like to read, write, do scholastic bowl, and
About My Character
Name:
Damian (Formerly Damian Aurius IV)
Age:
18
Gender:
male
Appearance:
Pale skin, dark hair, Grey eyes, Slim, and 160 lb, and 6’5
Personality:
Very snarky, kind of arrogant, ENTP.
Damian has a bit of a chip on his shoulder, but he is trying to change at least subconsciously.
Backstory:
“Why is everyone so sad?” inquired the four-year-old Damian.
“Just … just go to bed.” Said Ms. Rickard, his nanny; “It will all make sense tomorrow.”
“Have you told anyone yet?” boomed a voice from the hallway. Damian’s father, Lord Alexander Aurius, slowly walked into Damian’s room. He was a cold man; not even Lady Aurius’ death had affected him two years prior. Even during the civil war happening at the time, Lord Aurius sent the minimum amount of soldiers to fight for the king, and he sold their land as soon as they left.
“You’re going to live at the Lyceum from now on. You will be trained as a speaker of Isohel, like Brother Charles. Sleep well child, you have a long day ahead of you.” His father said apathetically. Damian imagined the bald, ugly, fat man who stitched his arm up the month before. Damian did not like the thought of it, but he knew to keep his mouth shut around his father. Damian had just turned four three weeks prior; he had not even the faintest clue this was about to happen. The next day came and went quite quickly. The only thing Damian could ever really remember about it was when his nanny gave her last goodbye.
“How much longer ‘til we get there now?” Damian asked the coachman for the eighth time.
“About seven … maybe eight.” Said the coachman.
Damian didn’t know what he meant by seven or eight, but he didn’t want to appear to be stupid so he acted as if he knew what the coachman meant.
“Do you wanna play a game?” asked Damian.
The coachman didn’t respond. Much to the annoyance to the coachman, the journey would last several more hours. Once they finally arrived Damian was amazed at the sight. They arrived at the entrance to the courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard a giant golden statue of Isohel stood gazing outward. He appeared in the form of an old bald (save facial hair) man with an eagle perched on his shoulder and an open book in hand. On the cover of the book was an eye that seemed to follow the viewer regardless of where he or she stood.
Damian stepped out of the carriage and gazed in a state of complete awe. A man, who did not look too different from the man portrayed in the statue, exited the courtyard and asked, “Are you Lord Alexander’s child?”
Damian gave a shy nod and looked over his shoulder to see that the carriage had already taken off. This made the old man chuckle.
“I’m Vilicus Augustus, and this is the Lyceum. Here you will be educated by the most prestigious of scholars. Here we look to better all of mankind and give glory to Isohel, the one true king. Follow our teachings and you will one day become another proud speaker of the all-knowing Isohel!” The Vilicus went on to give a tour to the young boy. Damian was in complete awe the whole time. Damian had never even known who Isohel was in the first place, let alone what the Lyceum was. Over the years, Damian quickly adapted to his new surroundings. He was absolutely fascinated by the forbidden lands (he was taught that these were uncharted lands filled with chaos and anarchy) and also by the Xitians he learned about in his history courses. Damian did not care much about the Lucins as the Lyceum was not very eager to tell its students of the Lucins' superior healing powers. He was always ahead of all of his peers in the courses being studied. And like many who are the best in their respective area, Damian also developed a strong sense of pride in his intellect. Eventually this pride became arrogance. It was not long before Damian would challenge almost anything taught to him.
In the Lyceum, children are given a general education until the age of ten. Once students turn ten, they are to choose between eight vocations. The options for the vocations were: healer, scholar, keeper, teacher, curator, scribe, seeker, and listener. Healers were, as the name suggests, responsible for treating injuries and ailments. Scholars were in charge of researching new sciences or philosophies. Keepers were to maintain the Lyceum, this included tasks such as dusting off old bookshelves and tending to the gardens and livestock used by the Lyceum. Teachers of course were the ones who educated the students, but they were also in charge of judging the intellectual states of their students. Curators were supposed to research artifacts found or brought in from the rest of the mainland in order to learn more about the early days of the world. Scribes were in charge of recording all knowledge held and found by the brothers of the Lyceum. Seekers would search the continent to find people who held information unknown by the members of the Lyceum. Finally, Listeners, who were considered to be the most important people in all of society, would spend their days praying to Isohel, asking for answers to the mysteries of life.
Of course scribe, teacher, keeper, curator, and listener were ruled out, for Damian had neither the reverence nor the patience. This left Damian to choose between seeker and healer. If he chose to be a seeker, he would be guaranteed a spot; if he wanted to be a healer he would have to pass evaluations. Either way the choice would start a five-year journey, four if he was deemed to be a natural. Somewhere in the back of his mind Damian realized that if he were a healer he would be able to return to Castle Aurius. Damian did not acknowledge that thought, but it was likely what decided it for him.
Damian continued to excel in academics. He had made a few friends over the next four years, but his relationships were very shallow and superficial. Once Damian passed his Healing classes he began his apprenticeship.
“Can I try for once?” Damian asked his mentor, Brother Malachi. Malachi believed in Damian, but he was afraid that Damian would develop a God complex as soon as someone’s life was in his hands. Malachi hesitated for a second as he stroked his beard.
“I suppose it is your moment of truth, Isohel shall watch.” Malachi answered. He yelled for the guards to allow another man to enter the tent.
Two men carried a stretcher into the tent. On the stretcher lay an old man, with a crossbow bolt sticking out of his knee, screaming, “Fuck Lord Aurius and fuck sadistic little shit he calls a son!”
Damian was confused. Did the man somehow recognize him from a portrait? Perhaps, but it didn’t matter now. Damian to get the man fixed before he could ask any questions. Damian prepared a tea with Chamomile and Volarian. While the drink brewed he covered the man’s leg in a paste made of Iris Cap. The man fell asleep soon after the drink was given to him.
“Shit!” exclaimed Damian for the first time in a while. Damian had been expecting to stitch up a gash in someone’s arm or set a broken bone, not cutting a man open.
Damian performed brilliantly. Brother Malachi was beyond impressed. Two of the three guards standing inside applauded as the third began vomiting.
When the man woke up he was endlessly grateful and was willing to explain the situation to Damian. It turned out that the man was a baker who lived near the castle. Theodore Aurius, the lord’s son had attempted to steal a loaf of bread. The baker’s wife did not know who the boy was, so she smacked the boy and took the loaf back. Not long after that, guards were taking her away. As the baker was trying to find his wife he spotted her being dragged to the castle so he started to run after her. One of the guards perceived him to be a threat and shot the baker in the knee. Damian tried asking more about the Lord’s son, but the baker had said all that he had known.
The rest of the day was not near as exciting, but Damian had been allowed to continue healing the people outside the tent. After a full day Malachi eventually told the guards not to let anyone else in. To Damian’s surprise, most of the people waiting outside did not leave. Some had prepared make shift shelters to spend the night. Others laid down cots and blankets to sleep on. The poorest of all of them simply laid down on the ground beneath them.
“That was a brave thing to do earlier,” Said Malachi to Damian, “How did you know it would work?”
“I didn’t.” said Damian calmly.
“Why did you not cut his leg off as you would have been told to?” asked Malachi.
“I was going to, but this was more entertaining.” Answered Damian with his voice caught between sarcasm and apathy,
“Be serious, young one!” Malachi demanded.
“I imagined having my leg cut off, and didn’t like the thought very much.” Answered Damian. This was not untrue, but Damian also did it because he wanted to find out what had happened with Lord Aurius.
“Fair enough. If you keep acting with such brilliance, you could become the greatest healer ever seen by the eye of Isohel.
“Why are the people so desperate for a healer right now? Who heals them when we are not here?” questioned Damian.
“There is no one else who heals them.” Answered Brother Malachi.
“Before I came to the Lyceum I lived in a castle. There was a healer there named Charles stationed there. Why doesn’t the healer in the castle here tend to the sick and injured?” asked Damian.
“We are a gift from Isohel to people. Isohel grants the nobility a healer year round just as he has blessed the peasant with our presence for the time being.” Malachi said carefully.
This frustrated Damian to no end. He did not see why one man was entitled to more than another because of birthright. Damian knew that if he asked Malachi why the Lyceum could not provide healers for the peasant year round, Malachi would blame it on Isohel as he usually did when questioned.
The next few days were spent tending to the sick. They would express more gratitude and happiness than Damian had seen anywhere else. One day a man wearing a hood that covered his eyes brought in a child with bright red eyes. Before the man or the child had said a word Malachi told them to leave. Damian argued and asked the man what the problem was. Malachi did nothing but watch angrily. The child ended up only having a broken arm, which Damian had made a birch splint for.
Damian knew that the man was a Xitian, but it didn’t bother him much. Damian had always thought Xitians to be savage creatures that would do nothing but rape and torture without remorse. Damian wondered what other lies the Lyceum had told him.
Malachi was very disappointed with Damian and was not shy to let him know so. Of course Damian expected this and shrugged this off. Malachi seemed to even be afraid of Xitians. He said something about them coming back in full, but Damian thought he was exaggerating and shrugged it off.
The rest of the time away from the Lyceum, Damian was able to continue healing people with new and better methods. Malachi decided to overlook the previous incident with the Xitian. When the two returned to the Lyceum, Malachi let the leaders know of his apprentice’s brilliance. Damian was almost immediately ordained a healer.
Over the next few years Damian continued to gain more and more contempt for the Lyceum and the people in it as they would gain more respect for him. Damian had treated countless sick people. He had met dozens of lords. He created fourteen new surgical procedures to treat common problems. Few had ever died while they were in Damian’s care.
About three weeks after Damian turned eighteen, a lord named Alexander Aurius was in need of a complex surgery. This of course was Damian’s father, but Lord Aurius did not know it was his son who would be operating on him.
Everyone was quiet when Damian arrived to Castle Aurius. A guard met Damian at the door.
The guard escorted Damian to the Lord’s room. When Damian opened the door, he saw that his father’s skin was a bright shade of red. It was not like paint or dye; it was more like a rash. Damian was curious about more than his father’s illness however.
“Damian, is that you?” Lord Alexander asked as if in no pain at all.
Damian felt as if he were still a four year old about to be sent away. He could not stop thinking about his last day living at the castle.
“What happened to Ms. Rickard?” Damian asked absent-mindedly.
Lord Alexander paused a second and thought to himself. He seemed a little bit confused until he finally said
“Oh! The nanny. Of course, sadly she was deemed unsafe to look after the heir, Theodore. We took immediate precautions to insure safety for the future of the land.” The lord answered. Lord Alexander had not grown any less cold in fourteen years. Damian saw right through his father’s euphemism.
“How has life treated you since I last saw you?” Lord Alexander asked. He almost sounded genuine, but Damian again saw through the façade.
“Why did you send me away, why am I not the heir?” Damian said firmly. He sounded more as if he was making an accusation than asking a question. Not that Damian had a clue what the lord was hiding.
“Well, after your mother died things were not the same. I decided to turn to Isohel. Of course he would provide; he always provides. I would have joined the Lyceum myself, but I have a land to govern.” The lord lied, “Than of course I met Princess Keira. She is the daughter of our great King Peter. Together we had your half-brother Theodore. Son, I would love to talk about this with you over a drink or something, but I need you to heal me.”
“Tell me what really happened, and I will think about healing you!” Damian said to his crimson-skinned father. Damian could tell from his father’s face that no emotions had been felt. After Damian’s response, Lord Alexander’s mood shifted.
“Perhaps I should tell the Lyceum of your little proposal. Let’s see what they have to see about it. Or, perhaps I could leave you in the prison to rot. One of your little friends from the Lyceum will be able to see for themselves.” Lord Alexander bluffed.
“Go ahead, see if any of those idiots knows how to cure you.” Damian retorted. Damian was not lying either, for this was not a recorded disease.
“Now tell me what really happened!” Damian demanded.
“Fine, if it really matters that much to you.” His father said reluctantly. Of course Lord Alexander had thought about calling the guards on Damian, but he was genuinely afraid of dying.
“King Peter is quite an old man, the war has taken quite a toll on him." (The king had not fought in the war, but it stressed him out nonetheless) "He grew rather anxious, as he had no male heir in line. Dear Peter was rather quick to marry his daughter off to the first taker, and who better than me, the great Lord Alexander? It was a good thing to because Prince Theodore had already been on the way into this beautiful world. Once the king dies I shall be the Regent until Theodore is deemed fit to take on the role. And we all know it will not be long until the old man dies.” Alexander sounded more arrogant after each word. He knew his word would be valued more than Damian’s if Damian were to tell anybody.
“Are you satisfied yet?” The King asked somewhat angrily.
“You haven’t answered my question. Why did you send me away?” Damian all but shouted at Lord Alexander.
“Right, well it would be quite frustrating if you had been around as a constant memory that I had already ‘loved’ a woman before Keira. It also did not hurt my image, to have given up my only heir to Isohel. It was really a matter of convenience.” Lord Alexander said bluntly. “Now will you treat my damn illness, before the whole thing goes down in flames!” Alexander yelled.
Damian had seen this condition a few times before. He called it scarlet fever. It was caused if a person had untreated strep for an extended period of time. It could be healed if the sufferer took high amounts of garlic over the course of the next three to four weeks. Damian cured it three times, but he had not had time to relay the information to the Lyceum. Maybe that had not been such a bad thing.
Damian grabbed a powder out of his satchel, mixed the powder into a glass of water from his father’s bedside table, and gave it to his father. The powder was a poison that he had stolen from the Lyceum
“Drink this every morning for a month. The symptoms will start to slow pretty quickly, until then I will stay here at the castle supposing I’m welcome.”
Lord Alexander chugged the drink and exclaimed, “I knew you would see it my way. You always were quite,” there was a brief pause, ” intuitive.” Alexander started to continue, “It would be most agreeable if you-“ Damian’s father began to cough belligerently. Then he began to scream at the top of his lungs.
“What’s going on?” a guard sprinting into the room demanded.
Damian began to weep. “There was an evil spirit inside of the Lord. As you could see, the demon surfaced all the way to his skin. Together he and I prayed to Lord Isohel. Alexander knew that he was not strong enough, but he did not want this spirit any longer. He said that he could finally see eye-to-eye with those he had wronged. His last wish was for Prince Theodore to be sent to the Lyceum, as he feared Theodore would come into contact with these evil spirits as well, and it would take the strength of one of Isohel’s speakers to conquer one of these spirits. He died a brave man!”
Damian could not believe the words coming out of his mouth. Maybe such apathy ran in his family’s blood. Damian couldn’t return to the Lyceum. For one, he was sick of their lies flooding his ears. Secondly, he didn’t want to stay around when the sadistic Theodore moved in. Regardless, he couldn’t believe he told the lies he did, especially the last thing he said.
Damian gave a note to a courier on his way out of the castle. He asked that the note be delivered to the Lyceum.
Damian mounted his horse and set off to a nearby village. He stayed in an inn for a week, feeling more lost than he had ever been. He thought back to his days as a healer, then to his apprenticeship and the hypocrisy of brother Malachi. He began to think heavily about his lost childhood spent in the Lyceum. Then he remembered something he hadn’t remembered in a while: The forbidden lands. Damian had been taught that these lands had no order and were filled with sickness, death and war. He decided that such a land could use a healer more than the Lyceum could. He left the inn in the middle of the night, as he could not wait any longer to escape to the forbidden lands.
Not long after Damian left, the Lyceum received a letter. It read:
'Dear Brothers at the Lyceum, I am very sorry for leaving, but it is something that I had to do. Isohel calls me elsewhere. In the meantime I wrote a little prayer to the one person who has been there for me this whole time:
Dear Almighty one,
I am beginning to believe in you less and less
I have seen you heal dozens of people, but you have always left me ill
I am leaving your home now in order to benefit and bring honor to you
Goodbye’
The one thing the Lyceum would never figure out is that Damian had addressed this prayer to himself.
Capabilities:
Medicine/Herbalism – apprentice - It is worth noting that Damian also has an extensive knowledge of both poisons and medicinal herbs. He knows what they look like, how to craft them, and how to use them.
Riding- apprentice - Damian has learned to ride a horse as all brothers who left the lyceum did
Surgery/Doctoring - competent - Damian has spent over five years of his life doing nothing but healing people. Damian has also seen a wide array of illnesses so it is very easy for him to diagnose different illnesses.
Some herbs, and surgical tools
Additional Comments:
Where I got some info from the lore http://www.mesalia.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=31
http://www.mesalia.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=220
Damian has knowledge of the uses of several poisons, but limited experience.
To kill his father Damian used spindle. The seeds had been ground up and were extremely concentrated in the drink.
If you did not realize Damian has had abandonment issues his whole life that is why he acts the way he does.
RE: [New] Whitelist application - chnpo - LuckyLeaf - 20-02-2015
RE: [Pending] Whitelist application - chnpo - chnpo - 20-02-2015
Okay, I made the changes. I have also studied the rules. Let me know if I need to change anything else. Thank you!
RE: [Pending] Whitelist application - chnpo - chnpo - 20-02-2015
Also, the username is pronounced chinpo. I was 11 or so when I made my minecraft so that is why it is spelled that way.
RE: [Pending] Whitelist application - chnpo - LuckyLeaf - 21-02-2015