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Description: Priest Warlord. Red to Ebon Gray. Played by Dani.

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Yrian Winterton
« on: Nov 03, 11, 10:12:13 PM »
The Basics
Character Name: Yrian (Pronounced yar-EEE-an)  Winterton
Nicknames: None of note.
Age:  39 (Born 154 PP)
Race: Short-lived, Glacian
Caste: Priest Warlord (trained Priest)
Birth Territory: Glacia, Kaeleer
Home Territory: Glacia, Kaeleer

Birthright Jewel: uncut Red (Banked)
Offering Jewel: uncut Ebon Gray

Appearance
Play By: Joshua Jackson
Distinguishing Features: Yrian is not remarkably distinguishing. He is neither young nor old, neither tough nor frail. In truth, was he not the wearer of the Ebon Gray, Yrian would fade into the background of any situation, at least if it were based on his looks. Nevertheless, Yrian makes use of his unassuming appearance. He is a manipulator but generally blunter about his efforts – if he is going to blackmail you Yrian will inform you in black and white the terms a courteous blackmailer.

Personality

Personality:
Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.

Being taught the ways of the Priest has been a trying task to Yrian. He has always maintained to those few who knows his secret that he has never regretted the decision, that it filled a hole in his life that none other could fill, but it has never been fully honest. Yrian for all his religiosity has worried that Mother Night would air her displeasure violently at some unknowable time. Even to himself though he refuses to admit that subtle fear, those hints of regret; Yrian can delude himself like anyone else. One of the worries, one he keeps from admitting even to himself, is the nagging question of why he was graced with the Ebon Gray, a partial descent, but his twin brother was given a full descent.

Had Yrian not held the Ebon Gray, it is likely he would have grown into a scholar, spending long evenings reading, even writing his own books. This tendency for study as well as his obligations to Glacia due to his Red Birthright shaped him instead into a warrior with forethought, a planner and tactician, as well as a learned Priest. Where it may take Yrian a long time to come to a decision, to weigh each side, he is committed once he arrives at his choice. Immoveable some have called him, firm to a fault.

Stubborn by nature, Yrian has been known to be impossible to talk out of decisions once made. Even the rare choices made in haste show the Priest Warlord stuck and unwilling to change. This does not mean his choices are infallible but he is regarded as a skilled intellectual and obstinate opponent. In Court or beyond, those around him have learned it is best to make their arguments early before Yrian decides for himself or others the best choice.

On the rare times that Yrian’s decision is meant to bring anger, his is an uncommon anger. He is no Warlord Prince to coat walls in ice and he isn’t prone to the fiery anger known to males either. No, Yrian is a calculated anger, able to hide behind a smile or politeness until he finds the right moment to strike. To many it could look uncaring but Yrian is very religious with his outlook instead of uncaring. For Dark Jeweled Blood he is remorseful yet unmoved by their rank in Glacia. If a Dark Jeweled Blood has earned his ire he feels that with his Ebon Gray he is a justified executor of Glacia’s will. Should he be forced to do something harmful to a Light Jeweled or Jewelless Blood, he feels it is just an instance of the weak and tainted Blood showing through, that innate flaw in the lower Blood.

In truth, Yrian has fully grasped Glacia’s Dark Religion by the horns. He believes entirely in the power of Dark Jewels and the subjugation of the Light Jeweled and Jewelless Blood. For the Priest Warlord he feels that a person given a Light Jewel after their Offering is just a sign that they hold some defect in their hearts, a blemish on their soul. This has allowed Yrian to order deaths of Light Jewels and Jewelless Blood with impunity, guiltless and almost eager. He does not exalt in the tears or pleads but each instance is another validation of his beliefs.

With regard to his dual castes, when Yrian first started, he was not in fact a mixture of his castes, if anything, he is steel tempered by the heat of his Priest nature. It took years for him to understand the beauty in the heart of a Priestess, the love and depth of the caste. In truth, he always had the predilection to learn, a smart boy and devoted son of Glacia’s doctrine. When he had to learn the rites and rituals it was not difficult, nay, it was easy as breathing to absorb the words and books on his holy Dark Mother. It was the Craft and magic behind the words that was more difficult to master. In the end, Yrian became only more devoted and surer of himself, of the fact that the Darkness loves her sons as equally as she loves her daughters. He was his Dark Mother’s son if nothing else.

When Yrian finally came fully into the fold of his understanding of his caste, it was a revelation for even him. For months he had thought himself fully a Priest, as close as he could come to his sister’s ability. What changed was the true observation of the Priestesses around him, the worship and reverence. What had started as an exercise in Craft knowledge and history forged into something beyond what Yrian had imagined; his training solidified into true appreciation of the splendor of the Darkness, the femininity and depth. Since then Yrian, during the times of the male worship, has opened himself fully to the Darkness, emotions and logic alike. To an acceptance and understanding he feels can only be truly know by the caste that worships and Darkness and brings her blessing unto her other children.

To friends and family he is typically serious but isn’t immune to laughter. Small children bring out the softest side of Yrian, as he always has a small joke or helpful hint for the children of Court and beyond. Children with Light Jewels and Jeweless are forgiven most of his ire and at worst, Yrian ignores these flawed souls.

 As Yrian grew older he found friends among the Dark Jewels and can be considered a good friend, a reliable ally. Yrian has been known to lend money to a friend in need and even offer help without being asked. Were any of those he is close to be threatened, it is very possible that Yrian would be a dangerous and deadly enemy. In that sense, protecting his secrets would also turn Yrian from a friendly face into a dangerous foe. 

Beyond those in his good graces Yrian generally seems as a powerful, egoistical Warlord. He does not use his power wantonly but neither does he wear the Ebon Gray with humility. He is blessed; others should treat him as such. What does him no favors is his predilection for manipulation. His friends and family are not immune to it, though generally he uses his manipulations to protect those close to him. Yrian does not hold to those precepts when it comes to those he does not count as close to him or under the protection of someone more important.

An inconvenience to Yrian is his suffering of insomnia. Brought on through his long hours of study and managing his seemingly endless duties as a holder of the Red Birthright, Yrian had little time for his own Priest training. This progressed over the years to a severe form of insomnia, one which he almost values. The Warlord who rises in the morning with no sleep is still an irritable and easy annoyed Warlord, but he hides many of the side effects well. His condition is not a secret but he keeps it from causing rumors of his inability to serve or even the chance to prevent him from serving the Outer Triangle of Glacia. No, Yrian hides as much of the visible effects of his insomnia and suffers in silence.

The largest and most noticeable flaws within Yrian are his sense of righteousness and determination. He has rarely thought to question himself after coming to a decision, even remaining unchanged of mind after compelling arguments. Without the ability to concretely show Yrian where he is wrong, he will use his own opinions to argue nigh endlessly. While he does not often debate for fun, Yrian is skilled at turning a person’s words against themselves.  Overall, he is a stubborn man who has spent the last decade of his life dedicated to the Courts of Glacia and the Darkness herself all while wielding a dark secret of his own.

Likes:
  • The Dark within the sacred caves of Glacia. Yrian feels closest to the Darkness in these places, as if he can hear the silent call of their dark Goddess when he stands in the abyss. Though this is something he always felt when he stood at the level of his Ebon Gray, it seems more potent in the darkness of those sacred cave systems.
  • Being feared. It would be deception to say he doesn’t feel some sense of enjoyment when those of any Jewels, Light or Dark and even the Jeweless Blood, realize he wears the Ebon Gray. That delicate sense of fear he senses is a minor high for the Warlord as he knows in that moment, he has utterly and completely more power than them. He rarely uses this fear for his advantage but for the sake of Glacia and his secret rituals, he would use the fear others feel for him with impunity.
  • Inventing. He is not a mechanic, but Yrian enjoys inventing with Craft. The rites of the Priestesshood were never meant for men and that had created many difficulties for him over the years. Not only that, the books list rituals that have no Craft associated with them. For that reason Yrian has spent many a long time perfecting a spell to replace that of a female Priestess. What started as a necessity though has become an enjoyable aspect for the Priest Warlord. Even during Court hours he has tinkered with minor Craft, always looking to find an improvement or just something unique that will draw the eye of his Queen or another prestigious member. His improvements are not self-sacrificing, Yrian does wish to be viewed in favorable light among the Court.
Dislikes:
 
  • Powerful Light Jewels. Some by blessing of relations with Dark Jewels or just skill not captured by Dark Jewels, some Light Jewels hold powerful positions. Yrian believes that there is something wrong with Light Jewels and Jewelless Blood, as they were not gifted with a Dark Jewel, and therefore generally undermines those with these positions of power. With the Ebon Gray he thinks he is beyond reproach except from the High Priestess or Queen of Glacia.
  • Being overlooked. Yrian, in all his dangerous and deadly power, does not feel that he should be ignored or forgotten. He wears the Ebon Gray, the second closest anyone can be to their Holy Mother. He knows being male is a hindrance to his power but even those he knows are intentionally ignoring him causes him strife. He does not easily swallow his ego to be ignored.
  • His insomnia. Yrian never really had the time to learn the Priest Craft, it was all late nights and long hours of study. Slowly those late nights became nights he was sleepy but able to function. Though never a heavy and deep sleeper, years of late nights of studying and experimentation have finally brought Yrian to an insomniac state. Even the nights he doesn’t have a pile of extra work from his Court duties or his secret studies, Yrian still finds himself unable to sleep and prowls the hallways in response. He has startled many a Court member with his brooding late night walks.
Fears:
  • The discovery and subsequent backlash of his secret. He hopes that when he informs his Queen, Elisif, she will understand his desire and welcome him with open arms. The logical portion of the Warlord knows this as a lie and for that reason has kept this secret for the last decade. When his secret comes to light, Yrian just hopes he controls the destruction and backlash, instead of someone else.
  • Retribution from the Darkness. Yrian knows he walks a fine line between right and wrong in the eyes of the Darkness. His Dark Mother wanted to be worshiped by all, he knows this, but he also worries she only allows it from him and his companions because of their Dark Jewels. Yrian believes should he include Light Jewels the backlash from Mother Night would reverberate through him and his life, vengeance obvious. So while he skirts sacrilege with his male rituals, Yrian fears that Mother Night will tire of his antics and show him the dangerous cold rage that comes solely from their Dark Mother.
  • The death of his twin Aksel.  He was born with his twin and doesn’t feel like he should live his life without Askel. Logically he knows when they are old, wizened men one will have to die first. Nevertheless, Yrian believes should his twin ever be murdered, nothing would stop the storm in his heart except finding those who dared take from Yrian one of his most precious things.
  • His family’s mine drying up. Yrian is markedly wealthy because of the Winterton mines, a family silver and gemstone mine. He doesn’t actively worry about this but he does realize if the land went dry he would have a distinctly more difficult time at Court. The good standing of the family as well as his Dark Jewels is important to him, but the good standing of the family he could lose where his fortune to dry up.
Craft Strengths:
  • Ritual Craft. While he has only practiced in secret with only his elder sister as a guide in the art and forms of using Craft to send prayers and benedictions to the darkness, he is markedly skilled nonetheless. He craved this ability and once given the chance, he threw his whole heart into the arts of the ritual. Yrian’s advanced ability has even allowed him to modify rites meant to be performed by females into rites that can be done with males and props to represent women.
  • Book Craft. Yrian through the years has only few precious hours with the sacred texts of the Priestesses. For this reason he has developed Craft that allows him to quickly copy the pages into a new book and even encode them. He wouldn’t want someone finding his books and wondering what a Warlord was doing with the holy texts of the Priestesshood. Those without his special tailored spells would require a skilled cryptographer to decipher the strange symbols and letters. 
  • Blood Magic: For years Yrian has used the blood of a Queen in place of a true Queen during his rituals with Matias and Aksel. Now that his brother is a full Black Widow, Yrian has taken the next step in his training as well, the use of his potent Ebon Gray in the midst of their work. With Aksel, Matias and Yrian, all at the Ebon Gray, the connection with the Darkness is clearer, sharper, and more clear than ever before. She’s pleased and welcomes her sons like the mother they’d never known. The use of this Craft is hidden from all those except Mat and Aksel, but the day may come when he uses his Blood and Craft to create a true maelstorm of power that could shake the very Realms.
Craft Weaknesses:
  • Emotion Craft. In truth Yrian has never really seen the need for emotional Craft. The Glacian religion to him is enough to keep people in line and to do much beyond the doctrine is sacrilegious. While this irony is lost on Yrian he does truly believe that emotional craft has little weight beyond making a person momentarily happy or sad.
  • Manipulation. This is less his ability’s weakness then his innate Craft weakness to compulsion or suggestion.  While generally men and women do not try to undermine the inner barriers of the Warlord those Black Widows who can weave their dangerous tangled webs would find him an easy target if found unaware.
  • Tracking Craft: As Master of the Guard in Glacia for years, he felt like he should have been able to sense and track those smugglers escaping the blessed land of Glacia. Though he tried numerous times his Craft never seemed to come together correctly, at times leaving him and guards in a strange mountain pass with no signs of people or smugglers. Even practice hasn’t made him better at tracking and Yri just avoids any embarrassment by not volunteering to help track other smugglers.
Life Story

Family:
Mother: Kjerstin Winterton – Purple Dusk to Opal witch
Father: Lauris Winterton – Purple Dusk to Green Warlord
Siblings: (elder sister) Marja Winterton – Opal to Sapphire Jeweled Priestess (six years older than Yrian and Askel)
(fraternal twin) Aksel Winterton – Jewels Sapphire to Ebon Gray Black Widow Prince
Aunt: Hege Winterton – Yellow to Rose witch (completely Broken and lost to the Twisted Kingdom)

History:

The double blessing of Yrian and his twin Aksel took the Winterton family by surprise. Of moderate power, especially after their daughter was gifted with the Priestess gift as well as a Dark Jewel, Yrian’s family did not expect their fraternal twins to exceed their sister. To be blessed with twins who wore exceptionally Dark Birthrights was beyond their hopes and dreams.

A merchant family since the Purge, the Wintertons had risen to power due to the fact that the family’s ancestress Mother and Father survived the purge with a Decent and Birthright respectively. The two had taken over the mining business their former masters had held, as both the former owners whole family had been killed outright by the Purge.  In this way the Winterton family started their slow rise to power and acclaim.

Silver veins and emeralds flourished in the lands that the Winterton family claimed after the Purge. While it took the lifetime of the new owners, as well as the lifetime of Yrian’s great-grandmother and her husband, the family became known for their ability to produce a steady supply of silver. In truth, as the Winterton family maintained their Jewels, with reasonable levels varying between Rose and Sapphire descents, the men and women were not afraid to get their hands dirty, working the mine itself, to keep the supply from the mine steady and strong. The mine’s reputation was worth getting their hands dirty from time to time to the Wintertons.

In the years since the Purge, the Winterton family grew and maintained their reputation both for quality and for men and women who had the right, as seen by the Darkness, to hold positions of importance. As the Dark Religion grew, and the Winterton family continued producing sons and daughters who held a Dark Jeweled descents and the family continued to be employed by District and Province Courts. There was even the rare request from the Territory Court. Various men and women from the family served these Courts depending upon the Jewel strength and the Winterton’s interest in Court politics. 
 
It was when Yrian’s parents were young that they birthed their daughter, Marja. She was a healthy babe with a head full of the blonde hair that was common in the Winterton bloodline. That she was a natural Priestess was a great blessing. While Majra’s father, had Priestesses in his family line it had not been expected in their young daughter.

As fate would have it, the young couple who had wanted more children, wouldn’t be blessed with another full term pregnancy for nearly five years after Marja’s birth. Excitement was high when they learned Kjerstin was carrying twin boys, and it grew as they neared full term. Marja was particularly excited, ready to play with her baby brothers after their birth. She was frustrated though, when nine months slowly passed into ten months with Kjerstin’s belly growing each day until she looked as if she had swallowed a whole pumpkin. The little Priestess grew more impatient with each passing day, asking her mother if she could let her brothers come and play.

It was eleven months before labor started. The family, wealthy enough to afford to hire the Court Healer of the Province Queen, contacted the Dark Jeweled woman as soon as Kjerstin’s water broke. The birth was not easy as both twins had grown large in the extra months in the womb. Aksel came first; a soft fuzz of blonde hair topped a wailing babe. It was Yrian who did not wish to be born, flipped about in the womb of his mother. The healer informed his mother that the only option would be to cut her open and remove the babe. Not wishing to lose either of her twins, she agreed.

Yrian was born nearly an hour after his brother, his father’s dark hair marking the twins as fraternal. His mother was unconscious still from the draught given by the Healer so Yrian was held first by his father and then doted on by his elder sister. Marja, finally allowed to ‘play’ with her brothers, was a caring elder sister even at the age of six. In the months following, as her mother healed from the difficult birth, Marja would be a secondary mom to the boys. She changed diapers and soothed tears as needed; the twin boys were her ‘babies’ as she called them.

Marja’s Birthright was held when the boys were one. They cried and slept while their parents waited for their little Priestess to come out. Nerves were naturally high; the Birthright had always been the point when the true path of a person’s life in Glacia was finally set out. The gift from the Darkness of an Opal marked their little girl for possible greatness, for the ability to go far in Glacia with her revered caste as well as her Dark Jewel.

Despite how busy she was, the boys still saw their sister. She trained often after her Birthright but the rest days were sacred family time. Nervousness grew again when the twins finally reached the age of their Birthright. Aksel was the first to go, a day before his twin. Of course Yrian was unhappy to have to wait, to sit through the night while his brother was alone without him. When Aksel finally returned, a Dark Jeweled Birthright, his family was overjoyed with the news. Two Dark Jewels, they were surely Darkness blessed.

It was during the next day Yrian felt the tension. He and Aksel had been so close but should Yrian return with a Birthright that did not immediately include him in the ranks of the Dark Jewels they would be torn apart. His parents said nothing but he sense the nervousness as they gathered at the altar, as he entered for the fulcrum his life would rest on.

The utter shock of the Priestess tipped off his parents first. Secondly was the way that Yrian was smiling, ear to ear, as if he had just won a game or gotten away with stealing a fresh baked dessert. Still, it took his parent’s breath away when they saw their boy holding a Red Jewel in his hands. They knew then that his life would never be simple but in the same way, they knew the Darkness had blessed their family fully to have all three of their children hold such potent Jewels. There were few others in Glacia who could match the Winterton’s blessing.

The first years after the boys’ Birthrights brought a wide range of tutors. Their parents, having already sent Marja to train mostly with the District Court, could afford the extra tutors. It was luck they could keep the boys together, train them together; the two would have been unbearable separated. They were young boys, interested in snow and games and not always what the tutors wish to teach them.

One fateful day during his childhood, Yrian heard his aunt’s sacrilege. She hadn’t thought the twins had been there, as they were practicing their stealth Craft. It was no surprise that Hege, the twin’s aunt, hadn’t heard or seen Yrian and Aksel. She was speaking to a worker in the mines, a man who wore the Rose as well. She spoke in disparaging terms of how she loathed her younger sister Kjerstin, his Opal Jeweled mother. At first Yrian thought she was just jealous that she would not inherit the mine because she wore only the Rose. It was when she spoke of her ‘plan’ that Yrian felt the first tendrils of fear. His aunt, while not clear cut about her words, obviously planned to murder her sister and brother-in-law to inherit the mine. The Rose Jeweled man was her accomplice.

The twins, fearful for their mother ran straight back home. It was Yrian, the younger of the twins, who cautioned that their mother wouldn’t be inclined to believe them. Their mother loved her elder sister, much in the way they loved Marja. Instead, the twins went to their elder sister, fearful but able to quickly explain the situation.

Their sister, training at the Province Court three days out of the week now, decided to bring them straight to the Queen. It was what she had been trained to do both as a responsible Dark Jewel as well as a Priestess. So, the next day, Marja left the house with Aksel and Yrian in tow, the trip to the Province Queen a short ride on the winds.

Once they arrived, the boys having visited before but never for official business, they were escorted straight into the Queen’s study. Marja had informed the Queen she had important news and there sat the Green Queen, older than their mother but welcoming. It took little time to get the story out of the twins, Aksel and Yrian taking turns to talk in the way that twins do. When the story was done and the Queen grew quiet, it was Yrian that spoke up, offering to let the Queen into his mind.

It seemed to surprise Marja, to give the Queen so much trust at such a young age but the Queen dismissed the gesture. If anything, the offer seemed to seal her decision. The Lady had only one other question for the boys – what did they want to see done to their aunt?

Yrian and Aksel whispered for some moments while Marja looked on stately, the look of a Priestess doing her holy work. When the duo came to a decision it was Aksel who asked for the terms. They wanted the man killed but their Aunt only broken, because they still loved her for all her Light Jeweled flaws.

The boys were not around when the Province Queen’s Master of the Guard descended on the family mines. Years later they heard that their Aunt Hege had raged as she watched her coconspirator killed, only then revealing that he was her lover as well. After his death, their Aunt remained silent as her own judgment was passed, breaking her from the Yellow and Rose. When the boys finally were allowed to leave the Province Court, only after the Master of the Guard reported back to his Queen, they felt accomplished if a bit nervous at their mother’s reaction.

Marja let the boys hide nervously behind her as their mother and father came out of their estate once home from the trip. Their parents both looked shaken, obviously uneasy with the events that had just occurred. Nevertheless, mother and father both wrapped their arms around the nervous boys, comforting them as much as their sister had did. Even though it was obvious their mother had been crying, she told Marja and the boys just how proud she was, how happy she was that they had been so strong.

It wasn’t long after that both the boys started spending five days a week at the Province Court, learning the extended duties of Dark Jeweled men. They had already proven themselves, that they could look beyond the bond of family to see a danger to a Dark Jewel and the danger to society as a whole. While neither held onto a higher caste of the males, it was reasoned they both would do well to learn combat Craft as well as Protocol.

The pattern continued for years; the boys trained as expected of those specially blessed with Dark Birthrights. On weekends they were home, to bond with family. Still, in Yrian’s heart not all was right.

He knew that he was uniquely bound to the Darkness, a holder of the Birthright Red. It felt so wrong then that because he was not female that he would be left out of all the most sacred rites, to be forever on the outside. The dark coal of truth burned at his heart as he went through his teenage years. Yrian knew he was smart and talented enough at Craft that he would be bound for the Territory Court. Still, it wasn’t enough.

It was luck, or divine providence, that he still practiced his stealth craft. His Aunt Hege, lost to the Twisted Kingdom after being broken from her Jewels, was, ironically, the one who provided the means for Yrian to slake the anger of his truth. The family cared for her, loved her as much as they could. Yrian though, found her mad ravings insightful, her truth unladed with the burden of societal implications. She was glorious in her madness, even if she was equally flawed.

Marja, his lovely, vibrant and powerful elder sister, sat with Hege one day. She had an aural shield, powered by her Sapphire. At first Yrian almost ignored it, thinking Hege had to be raving again, had to be lost to her madness. The curiosity of a 17 year old finally got the better of him. With his Red he broached his sister’s shield, eavesdropping and forever changing his future.

The Priestess was confessing her sins to her mad aunt. The anguish he heard in his sister’s voice and the choked back tears almost made Yrian retreat. It was the truth he heard her spilling that transfixed him. His sister, great in her power, infallible in her brother’s eyes, had a dark secret.

Years ago, before she had accepted her position at the Territory Court, she had loved the wrong man; a Landen man. Aunt Hege, in her lunacy, called her a whore. Marja continued, as if it were the first time she had spoken the words aloud. The pregnancy had been a side effect of her young lust, unthinking of the future. Aunt Hege repeated herself, the dark words a curse at Marja.

The Priestess explained how she had been scared, scared of the truth of her half Blood child growing in her and terrified of disappointing her parents. Hege remained silent in that moment as if she recalled the memories of feeling like a disappointment to her own parents. The story continued and Marja’s words sped up as if she needed to finish the tale, to be done with confessing her sins. She had taken a personal day from her studies, unknown to their parents. A frightened teen she had gone to a Light Jeweled Healer, to take care of her ‘problem’. Indeed the Healer did take care of Marja and Yrian thought the tale done, his sister’s sins explained. No, Hege listened still as Marja sobbed, and continued.

The Healer at Court had always assisted young women in court, providing them brews to prevent pregnancy while they entertained themselves with the men. Marja moonsblood, though, had been strange, absent for months and then sudden and painful. The Healer looked at her, after Marja worked up the courage to ask. She hadn’t expected the Healer to tell her that her insides were damaged, that her holy right as a woman was gone. The Healer told her she was barren though Marja managed to swear the Healer to secrecy.

Yrian listened to her cry then, listened to Hege’s muttering cruel words even as she soothed her niece. He couldn’t stop listening, couldn’t stop the betrayal that he felt from his elder sister. She had been so pure, so Goddess touched, but even she was tainted, tainted by a Landen’s seed. It wasn’t that she had taken care of the child, which was right and good, but that she remained barren from the effort was sickening. His sister would inherit the mine but she did not deserve it.

He had the thought then, his anger at Marja touching at the resentment that he would be forever an outsider to the rituals of Mother Night all due to his cock and balls. Even though Marja was tainted, she would still be allowed those rituals, those sacred and womanly events. Yrian wanted that knowledge, no, he deserved that knowledge.

When he heard her leaving and witnessed the drop in her aural shield, Yrian had an idea. It hadn’t been long enough for her eyes to dry and for all the tell-tale signs of her tears to vanish. He played at having just been passing by, thinking of visiting his Aunt when he saw her. The words of comfort were easy, for Yrian did wish to ease his sister’s pain no matter what she deserved. He offered to sit with her, to make sure she was comfortable. Marja tried to deny but when he called on Protocol she indulged him.

He took her to the sun room, part study and part lounge. . A Red aural shield was beyond her so Yrian felt no issue using it then. He didn’t waste time, quickly revealing her own secret to her. The tears sprung up again, but they were angry as well. She knew he had broken in on her shield, invaded her privacy, but the danger of the secret kept her from saying those words.

Yrian made his terms exceedingly clear in that moment. He would keep her secret, to his grave in fact, if she did one single thing. It would be a dangerous thing but it would ensure she was not exiled from her social circles; her secret was enough to ruin both her inheritance and her political progress. Still, Yrian promised for her one oath he would in turn swear to remain forever guardian of her secret, not even Aksel would know.  She would have to teach him all she knew about the art of being a Priestess, the art of communing with the Mother Dark.

He never asked why she said yes, but Marja took her time in deciding. They took their separate oaths before they left the room, one to reveal all the secrets of her caste and the other to hold the secret of his sister to his heart and soul. They sealed their deal in blood, a bond that would make certain neither of them betrayed the other, for story had it that to do so would see one’s soul consumed by a vengeful Mother Night.

They trained every chance they got. Yrian made Marja stay up late, steal books, whatever he felt he had to do to learn. On top of his already expansive studies, needed for the Court he was to serve and his family, it equated to late nights and far too early mornings. He had to know, it was his right as a wearer of the Red. Aksel understood; Yrian explained to him about Marja teaching him.  It was to be his great and glorious secret. They could stand with Mother Night through him; understand her as the women said they only knew how.

When they finally approached their Offerings, Aksel was bound to go first again. Yrian had pressured Marja to request the duty. Of course it was allowed, she was the elder Priestess of the family, tied by blood and religion to her double blessed twin brothers. Yrian then forced his sister to give him the rites that would lead his brother through the Offering. Marja did not like the request but after he pressured her she gave in.

In that way Yrian was the one who led his brother through the Darkness, usurping the role of the female and proving to himself and Aksel that they could be just as blessed. When Aksel came out of the Offering, clutching his Jewel, Yrian swelled with pride and justification. He was right. He had been right all along. Aksel had walked away with a full descent. The trust his brother put in him, the faith they had in Mother Night, proved for the first time that Yrian and his insane plan could work.

The next night was much the same. Marja was going to be the one to lead him through the ritual but she instead hung back. Yrian performed the rite himself, anointing the holy oils to his forehead and cheeks, lighting the candles in the order required by Mother Night, all the steps performed with reverence and benediction. Yrian had never felt closer to his Holy Mother than that night, than in the moments he stood at the edge of the abyss for his Offering.

The Ebon Gray was his result, a blessing but understandably, also  a burden. He had hoped for the Black so that he could stand the closest to his Holy Mother, closer than anyone else, but it was not to be. It was what he needed, for the Darkness only gave what was needed to her children, or so he told himself. It was wrong to question gifts from the Darkness but he had so dearly wished for the Black that it was hollow to lack that dangerous strength. That same night was when he realized what he was meant to do.

The next week brought offers from the Court of Isyviel, the Queen of Glacia. Yrian and Aksel were both known to her but finally they were of age to join her, to serve Glacia fully. Both were Second Circle, a testament to their power as well as their connections. Marja’s influence surely helped, a Priestess in service to her Priestess Queen Isyviel. Yrian did not spread his secret though, he did not think Isyviel would humor his knowledge and certainly would not accept him.

Instead the Priest Warlord, as he thought of himself, began his own rituals. He kept Marja close, always forcing from her the secrets and updates of the rituals. It was him and Aksel first, Matias the Healer Prince next and a few males without a second caste, all Dark Jeweled and all in search of Mother Night’s blessing. He took them with him and performed the women’s rituals; brought those men he thought deserved the blessing closer to Glacia’s Holy Mother.

Over the years his prestige continued to increase. He moved upwards, into the First Circle of Isyviel’s Court and into an apprenticeship with the Master of the Guard. The Ebon Gray was not to be wasted and he was a powerful warrior, Jewels making up for any skill he lacked. It was in Court that he met Elisif. Where Isyviel was a Queen he served, in Elisif he had found his Queen. She was as much a gift from Mother Night as he was, perhaps more so as she was blessed not only with a Dark Birthright but three castes, all natural. She was a rarity, one of a kind, and Yrian served her before none else.

While it was not something he advertised, that he was bound to this Queen, he continued his work with Isyviel. As Elisif grew, taking her spot in Isyviel’s Inner Triangle, Yrian remained on the fringes. He learned to guard the women, to serve them, to protect him, but never to worship with them. Each time they left for their sacred caves, to perform the sacred female only rites, he knew again he was correct, that he was meant to be the conduit that saw the men brought back to Mother Night.

He adapted over the years, the rituals, to mimic the women’s as best he could. Yrian was clearly the Priestesses stand in, the first male to come upon the holy rites. Aksel’s had been more difficult. His brother, his partner and co-conspirator in all of life, had started the training as a Black Widow. The Healer came last, a strange man born into the arts of Healer and Prince. And finally, for the Queen, there could be no stand in. Instead, he had stolen a vial of the most precious liquid. In place of the Queen was a vial of Elisif’s moon’s blood.

When Yrian first started the rituals it was an exercise in his ability, a show to put on to make himself believe that he was truly a Priest. It took many iterations and continued soul searching before he nearly stumbled on the beauty that was true benedictions to the Darkness herself. It wasn’t something he felt his twin Aksel or even his friends would notice, but Marja did. When she finally saw him that next time it was her observation of the small changes that made Yrian so sure he had found it. He had found the equilibrium of Priest and Warlord and felt truly deserving of the title “Priest Warlord”.

In his life at Court he has been feeling stagnated. He is still First Circle but will remain such for some time as the current Master of the Guard is old but far from ready to resign his duties. Aksel has his learning, the secret Black Widow arts. Marja has her marriage, the added leverage of informing her husband of his sister’s secret keeping her from breaking her part of the oath. Yrian stalks Elisif slowly, knowing too much would betray his oath to Isyviel. Nonetheless, it feels as if Yrian has only to hurry up and wait.

It feels right, though, that each Winsol, in addition to his gifts to Isyviel, Yrian gives Elisif a remarkable and feminine piece of jewelry. The piece is of masterwork and craftsmanship and the silver and emeralds both come from the Winterton mines. While she never knows who it’s from, Yrian being able to use his Darker Jewel to slip the gift in into her pocket unaware, it never seems to go unworn. For him, that is enough, to see his affection frozen in the colors of her jewels, protected by silver and emeralds, on her milky flesh. Still, he works to find ways through the triple Casted Queen’s icy trust and confidence. After all, she is his Queen.

 
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I wrote two samples, as the character just worked this way. First is set many years ago and the other one shows Yrian today.
As he had given Aksel the day to himself, to bond with his Offering, his twin had done the same with him. Yrian had retreated to his room, after a large family breakfast. He hadn’t spoken much during breakfast but his parents and sister were quite talkative. Aksel had known he had heavy thoughts and been more reserved. Yrian regretted that he had not been as joyous, as he had been when Aksel had walked away with his Ebon Gray. It was just not meant to be.

It was those same words, ‘it was just not meant to be’ that Yrian repeated endlessly in his head. He knew better than to be disappointed, or he should have. He had put the Ebon Gray, uncut, on his desk as he sat before it. Aksel, his fraternal twin, had made a full descent. Marja, his elder sister, had only made a partial to the Sapphire. Still, he had thought that Aksel’s Offering would be indicative of his own and he mourned the loss of the Black.

The Black. It would have put him closest to Mother Night, the most holy. Who could have argued with him then if he was almost the voice of the Darkness? Now he would share the Ebon Gray with Aksel, and they would still hold sway as the Darkest Jewels of Glacia. Still he knew of another Sapphire, a younger man. Would Matias hold the Ebon Gray? The Priest in him hoped so but Yrian, the emotional Warlord, hoped he would not. Aksel and Yrian, the wielders of the Ebon Gray, there would be little questioning of their prestige if they were the only men in Glacia with that Jewel. Sharing the Ebon Gray would reduce their status.

Silently, Yrian resolved to welcome whatever the Mother gave her other son. It was the Priest facet of his personality that resolved to do such, it was the right way to think. His inability to reach the Black, or the Mother preventing him, had to have meaning, just as all life. Mentally he pushed away the self-pity and the self-loathing, resolve and determination flooding him.

Gently, as if a father to a new babe, he picked up the Ebon Gray again. The warmth pulsed with him as the Jewel marked him as the owner. Bathing himself in that power Yrian for the first time flooded himself with the Ebon Gray. It was Dark, dangerous and addictive. For a moment he thought the power would never end, that he would never hold his brink. It came slowly but obviously, the pain that he held as much as possible. His breath bated as he cleansed himself in the holy power of the Ebon Gray.

Moments passed into almost a half a minute as he stood breathless, bathed in the Darkness. He bonded to his Ebon Gray then, accepted it and resolved to never again question the blessing of Mother Night.

The question though, still lurks beyond his thoughts. Yrian focuses so as not betray himself in such a base manner. It never stops though, that curiosity, that denial, of what it would have been to hold the Black and not the Ebon Gray.


It was not an exciting evening at Court. No, Isyviel had the First Circle, Outer Triangle and Inner Triangle in the Court’s lounge. Some played cradle, those men foolish enough to play with other women in fact. Yrian of course would be one of those foolish ones if Elisif were playing. No, she was doing something much less interruptible – reading.

Yrian sat with the Queen he served and watched the one he wished to serve. He imaged that Isyviel knew, the Queen older than him but by no means less capable. In fact with each passing year he respected Isyviel’s guidance and vision more. Sadly respect did not mean that the part of him that was most holy, that part that made him Blood, made him serve her any more. No, Elisif held that bond, even if they had never discussed it.

He was a creature of the Courts; no longer did Yrian think he would manage on his family’s estate, mining the ground. No, it was for that reason he didn’t discuss his bond to a Queen with no Court. While it was assured should Isyviel at that exact moment die Elisif would be her successor, she did not stand a chance of gaining the throne of Glacia for many years. Instead, his Queen stood as one of the sides to the Inner Triangle, directly supporting the Queen. Yrian would rather serve the First Circle of a Queen he had not bonded than serve as a lackey to the Queen of his soul.

Nevertheless, he still felt the pull to be around his Queen. To mark himself with her scent, not that of Isyviel. He was not a moonstruck lad though, to send her puppy eyed looks from afar, but he did know her movements. In truth, he watched both the Queen and her Inner Triangle like a predator, ready to serve any of them should they call on the option – it was the duty of a male and successor to the Master of the Guard.

Nothing happened though. The wind outside howled from time to time, servants shuffled in and out with the requests from the Court, but nothing happened. It would have been maddening if Yrian hadn’t a chance to distract himself with a book he had wanted to read for months. Even his mentor, the Master of the Guard, had nothing that day to teach or discuss. Yrian had almost been ready to pick the book off the shelf until he saw what Elisif read.

It, thankfully, wasn’t one of those romance novels all those women pretended not to read, though Yrian wouldn’t know if it she had a Widow web around it. Nonetheless, the fiction book, nothing too light, did sound like a good change from the Historical Battles of Askavi he had set aside.

As Yrian went to look, to see if there was a rare chance for two copies, he started to think of various topic starters. Elisif, for all her power, was distant from many members of the Court still. Yrian half expected she would ask him his name again each time they spoke. He would change that someday, when she fully realized just how truly he served; someday, but not this day.

Perhaps a few common topics of shared books would speed up the process though. He continued to browse the self, body aware of where his Queen sat even if his eyes focused on the spines of books. She may have been the chill of Glacia’s winters but Yrian knew tricks to warm even the coldest wind, the iciest heart.
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Caste Requesting : Priest Warlord

Reasons For Requesting these Castes:
I did not start writing Yrian, or at least in my head writing, as a dual caste. He was just going to be a Warlord, but that wasn’t enough story for me. I didn’t want to make something that was full of pain, no, Yrian was a strong man shaped by his own decisions. The plotting was almost organic after that. The concept for Yrian latched onto the Priest Caste, a caste that would define him in a dangerous way in a woman run Glacia.

Priest Warlord. The weakest male caste but married with the Priest, he would be a dangerous ally or enemy, perhaps both. Tal really helped me seal the deal, with her willingness to plot. In truth, this character would be uniquely lacking with the conflict that the Priest caste causes, he would be too strong in his position at Court. Now, with the Priest, he trends a dangerous path.

Men are not meant to be bonded to the Darkness, Glacia’s Mother Darkness. No, Yrian is a dangerous male who could reshape what the religion means to men. I wish to highlight that in this character and in role play really start shaking the core of Glacia. I hope you will allow me to do that.

Plans for this Character:
First and foremost, Yrian will be serving in Elisif’s Court. While she will not realize he is trained in the Priest caste, this will be something that causes strife in the future. This caste is not required for the position he serves but it will create a plot opportunity for him, and his brother Aksel, to cause conflict at the Court.

Secondly, Yrian will be leading a group of men who perform the rituals analogously to the women’s rituals. These are men who are not out to cause religious divergence but feel that as significantly Dark Jeweled men, especially in Yrian’s case, they deserve to be included in the women’s rituals. Knowing this would have been impossible under Isyviel, they did their rituals and rites in secret. With the change of regime their secret will come to light. The end of the plot is completely based on the players and Elisif as Queen of Glacia.

All in all, he will be a member of Court but a subplot of a counter movement in the religion that sees men brought to worship in front of Mother Night just as the women.

Other Petitions you’ve made here: Cerian Wydriem (Summer Sky Birthright - Broken Green), Odji Khaldun (Priest Warlord Prince), Iuliana Vaduya (Green BR - Sapphire Descent), Reactivation for Tristram Deaverux, Karlissa d’Maris & Ruqayya Al-Jinan

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Re: Yrian Winterton
« Reply #1 on: Nov 28, 11, 09:54:18 AM »
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Re: Yrian Winterton
« Reply #2 on: Nov 28, 11, 09:58:57 AM »
I think I'll just throw away this Red Jewel....

Wait. What I am saying?! Keeping this bitch like WOAH! <3
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Re: Yrian Winterton
« Reply #3 on: Dec 09, 11, 02:13:26 PM »
Upon request I have rolled Dani her Descent and the power rankings for her Jewels..



Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with an uncut Red birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Ebon-Gray Jewel at your offering.

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« Reply #4 on: Dec 12, 11, 05:26:46 PM »
Jolly gee whiz! Ready for Review!
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« Reply #5 on: Dec 16, 11, 01:46:59 PM »
I sent you my review. You'll need to make those updates and chase down another HBC member for your 2nd approval.










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« Reply #6 on: Jan 06, 12, 10:53:08 PM »
Ready for review again. Thank you. ^^
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« Reply #7 on: Jan 20, 12, 01:16:44 PM »
Ready for review again. Please and thank you. ^^
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« Reply #8 on: Jan 20, 12, 09:39:07 PM »
Per the Review thread...



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« Reply #9 on: Dec 30, 15, 09:51:18 AM »
Congratulations!


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« Reply #10 on: Dec 30, 15, 03:56:15 PM »
Congratulations!


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