Post by Tavor on Dec 28, 2009 12:24:28 GMT -8
Disclaimer: Read at own risk. I will put notes from myself, Adelle, but it is from Tavor's view. Well just not his appearance, personality and history. Those will be explained by me. His history I will take a long laborious time in working on, and it will explain just about all of him. Hopefully at least. I will also be updating it from time to time on various battles he has had in the past. One might intrigue as it has to do with someone you all know. Enjoy!
Name: Its a mystery to me. Many know me by Tavor as I have been named after my memories were stripped from my mind. This name has an odd meaning: Misfortune, broken. I cannot grasp the importance of it.
(Adelle- His name is Maverick Day Moral Vice which means: Truly independent one of lovely thoughts, hope and change. Though he has yet to learn of this.)
Gender: Must you ask? I'm a guy if that isn't obvious enough for you.
Age: Oh what is age? I'll tell you this I am at the appearance of a young adult whom is still a teen. Not enough for you? Fine I'm about 160.
Birthday: What is this madness? Who needs to know of this anyway? I shan't tell you. It isn't your business to poke around.
Species: I'm a daemon fool. An elemental at that.
Affinity: Dark magic. Lot's of it too.
Abilities: Lots. I've got lots.
0-Night Vision
1-Hypnosis
2-Dream Reader
3-Black Breath
4-Dark Matter
5-Shadow Shift
6-The Fog
7-Nightmare
Artifact: I have one that is magical and one of deep importance. The blade I'm always carrying is the only thing of my past that I still have left. Everything else has been taken by the trees. So as you can tell I really hold thing thing close at all times, plus it reminds me of all my kills. Now my magical amulet. It's but a polished stone at first glance. But the closer you look the more you'll see. My amulet runs with magic throughout it. It's power is I have yet to identify. Though it was given to me by a death mage after my memory was stripped.
Role: Call me what you will. I kill those who bother me and burn forests for fun. All I seek is the information that has been unfairly been taken from me.
Alignment: Well you see, I am dependent on myself. If I get mad I destroy what I can.
Twixt: Yes yes, the curse. I do indeed dread it. Every other day I cannot be in the sun. Simple as that. The cycle changes about occasionally.
Appearance: Eyes have a phantom and ghastly shade of yellow in them. Bright as the sun at times but tend to change in his location. Skin of the palest hue, it sends a shiver down the spine of those who glance upon him. Hair is a delicate blond color that is often mistaken for a silver dye or gray. Since he is a daemon he has the natural sharp fangs and claws. With pointed eyebrows that slant to have him seem angry. A frightful appearance is truly a swell way to describe him. No matter his form his eyes and pale complexion remain. Take heed of what he says, as he can show you no emotion. He can change his tone of yes he can deceive you but do not intend to read into his emotions.
Personality: At first he can seem gentle and fretful, but oh so scary. Irritable is a nice way to explain him at times, piss him off and you'll regret that move. Truth as it is is that Tavor hates just about everything. The forest took many things from him and he intends to get them all back at any cost, including burning the entire forest down. Many call him insane, as he can be, but a few who have known him or seen his true feeling know otherwise. He's trapped in his own mind and can't escape. Though he can be deceiving with no emotions to show. Just beware, he can show true sadness but nothing else. Tavor will not let you know how he feels about things, he tends to keep secret to all things. After all, who can he trust?
Old History: When young he was raised by one he cannot remember. Not even if he had the option to was he able to learn about the creature. All he knows is that it was a female Fae. Over the years after she was gone and he was stripped of memory he attempted to find her, or more about her. All efforts of his were failures. As he grew he began to hate the forest and blamed it for taking her away. The only one who seemed to care for him. Through the years he spent looking for answers about her he found many thing that puzzled him. No one seemed to even want to talk to him for a second. Although he had never done a thing wrong, had he? He now blames everything, even rocks, for taking her away. Not even knowing if it was all in his mind or not. He had many attempts to burn the forest down, most of which failed. Only once did he manage to spread a fire, which burnt down a square mile of trees. Tavor used to be quite sane and a gentleman, well even though he is a daemon. This is his past all put aside to emotionless features and a torn apart mind. Some call him crazy and filled with hatred and loneliness. His name means misfortune, broken.
History: (Adelle- Some is on Knives page. Since I am being lazy I'm not going to include that here. Go read it for yourself.)
Through the years of a small child without a name many things would happen. The child would find one who would save him from many dangers. One would have expected that the child would have died from the time he was created. Nay, he would survive for only one reason. The reason is set in stone: For he must endure to seek out later. The translation of this is what you will. Take from it what you will but the meaning is one that remains elusive.
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A child stood in the field that was covered in snow, about the age of three in appearance. Looking up at the stars with his wide yellow eyes, bright are innocent. A cloud passed by in the sky. His eyes following it with a curious gaze. The cloud was dark and ominous and not truly a cloud. The child did not know this as he could not tell right from wrong or good from bad or even light from dark. If one were to just gaze at the cloud long enough it would become obvious to what it was.
The cloud dived down towards the child. He ducked now scared by the clouds sudden change. The gray phoenix hooked it's claw on the small daemon and took flight once more. The child in his claws squealing in confusion.
After the daemon had given up in his struggled against the bird of flame he was set before a fae. This fae woman was elegant in almost every way. Her delicate hands, her dark skin tone, lavish green eyes, brown curled hair, full red lips, thin and tall. She thanked the bird in elvish before facing the cowering daemon child. "Child." She addressed him as so and he shivered at her smooth rolling voice that swept warmth into his cold body. "Do not fear, the phoenix is a friend. she will help you when your in need most." She sat next to him in the snow while wearing her elegant snowflake dress. "I am Watcher. Do you have a name little one?" The boy looked at her for awhile before shaking his head. "I see. Do you know what you have been spared of so far?" He shook his head again. "Come. I will make things clear." Watcher reached out a hand towards the daemon and offered him help. He recoiled slightly as he did not know what to do. After a few minutes he took her hand. "I will name you Maverick. Maverick Day Moral Vice. One who is truly independent with lovely thoughts, hope and change."
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"Maverick?" A sweet voice cried out. The voice came from a figure dressed in a tank top and thin tan pants. A long jeweled rapier in her hand and at the ready for any movement. She was waiting for him to strike. But he was taking awhile and this was a mystery why she could not sense him. "Maverick my dear!" She cried out once more in hopes for a response. Watcher threw her sword aside and looked around. "Come now. The duel is over." She waited for a response, not a sound to be heard anywhere. "Maverick!" She shrieked into the sky. Ravens and crows cawed back to her as they took flight. Where had he gone? One minute he was here and the next not.
Watcher retrieved her blade, she may as well find the boy. It had been quite a few years since she had first taken him in. He was an innocent one indeed, when he was younger he could barely believe she had such weapons as a knife to cut things with. Though it puzzled her with his dark and ghastly appearance, it didn't suit him at all.
Taking her mind off the matter Watcher called to the sky in elvish. A phoenix of gray color landed in the clearing she stood in. "Maverick is lost again." She said well petting the flaming bird and giving it a small hunk of meat. The bird screeched loudly to confirm what Watcher said before taking flight to scan for the child.
Watcher returned to browsing around the ground, heights made her sick. It certainly was a mystery how that boy managed to get so far away and so quickly. Ah, well at least his name fitted him. He was a wildly independent one. Well, still no time to think about that. Where had that little daemon gone and so quickly was all that mattered at the moment. She paused, she should alert the others to look for him. Putting her fingers to her mouth she whistled a small tune. A tune replied, but a different one. The whistling conversation went on for awhile before nothing else came. This was often how they communicated was through a secret language her small clan had created. Maverick was the only non-fae in their clan. It was a small clan but Watcher had only founded it to get away from her own doom and despair.
Right she had to focus, now was not the time to think about how he got there or what he'd been through. It mattered that he was alive. Watcher heard a whistle come back to her signaling that Maverick wasn't at camp. Great, he was either in trouble or lost. A loud screech came from the phoenix to say that he had been spotted. Watcher's heart leaped with her as she threw herself into an all out run. She skidded to a stop when the clearing came in sight. A small pale boy was left there bleeding horribly right in the center of the clearing. Watcher gasped and ran over to the boy. "Maverick?" No response from the bloodied boy. Watcher whistled into the air as a message of the situation. The phoenix had landed and was warming the pair from the cold wind. Within a matter of minutes more fae had accumulated around the duo. Worried chatter among the small group spread quickly. One fae tapped on Watcher's shoulder. She looked up and merely nodded, they needed to get him help and quickly. At camp they would have no problem with help that's where they had to go. She handed the small daemon child to another fae then the group headed back.
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The room was blurry as excited and worried voices chatted quietly around the waking boy. Maverick blinked a few times in an attempt to clear his vision. One fae noticed this and pointed. "Look! Maverick is alright." A smile crossed the faces of all the surrounding fae. Watcher was not in the group at the time being.
"So Maverick, what happened? You know." Asked one of the fae, he was built for running and throwing projectiles.
Maverick's stunned face just stared at them for a few minutes. The patient fae remained silent in wait for his answer. "I-I'm not r-really sure..."
A sigh of anticipation came from a fae. "So you don't know?"
"He'll remember later." One pointed out which started the chatter again.
"Hush! Now all of you out. He needs rest." The healer hissed at the group. The small crowd immediately left the room, not wanting to anger the healer. "Now there we go Maverick. I'm sure you'd explain if you could remember." She patted his head lightly.
"Excuse me, but what's going on?" Maverick asked in a slightly squeaky little kid voice.
"Oh? So your not sure what is going on. Well I suppose I can tell you that." She sat down on a stool next to the bed in which Maverick lay. "Watcher found you in a clearing in the woods after your duel. Well, apparently you were in horrible condition. Which is why everyone is so hyped up about it. Now hold still a second." The bandages around Maverick's chest area. "A bad wound to your ribs, your lucky that you weren't hit over just an inch." If so, well Maverick would be dead and that would end this story.
"Oh." Maverick looked away, not wanting to see the bloody wounds while the healer fixed them.
"There. Now be careful, and stay in bed. I don't want you to crack those wounds open again." The healer was about to leave before Maverick said something.
"It was awful... I didn't know what was going on...." Maverick was still looking up at the ceiling.
The healer hurried over once more. "Would you like me to bring your friends in?"
Maverick nodded and she hurried out and the small group came rushing back in. "So you gonna tell us bud?"
Maverick's head bobbed in acknowledgment of the question. "Sure..." The little group got comfortable around the bed. All eyes focused on the kid. They were all close knitted together, it was nice. "You already know about me and Watcher going for a duel so I should just go from there. I was thinking that if I climbed up a tree or far enough back I could sneak on her. So, I managed to back off into the woods, I lost my way and couldn't find the clearing again. But I found another one. The clearing looked almost the same so I called for Watcher. she didn't come so I sat in the clearing and hoped she would get there soon. Then a bunch of stuff happened, a weird looking mage in a cloak so I couldn't see who or what it was and a lion shifter. A bunch of stuff." Tavor blinked at them. Their faces showing questions, hatred, all sorts of emotions and thoughts. If only one could hide his emotions.
"So they all attacked you?"
Tavor shook his head. "Oh no. The mage didn't attack me, but rather saved me from the shifter and things. I think it was a shifter at least." He still couldn't tell the difference between the two things.
"It was probably wild." One fae pointed out. Maverick nodded and they all continued to speculate. Maverick's head drooped, he was rather tired. "Whoa, bud stay conscious...." That was the last thing he heard before conking out again.
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Twixt time. It happened every other day, and it was always dreaded. The rest of the camp was free to do what they wanted but not Maverick. It was twixt time and he was forced to stay away from the sunlight. Bothersome as it was all his friends still made time to visit him, since he was still recovering. Though the night was a completely different story, Maverick had succeeded at creating an amount of odd sticky matter in his hands. Though every time he did he hid it from everyone. It was cool in his opinion, though he couldn't quite figure out what t do with it yet.
Maverick exhaled and closed his eyes, he'd managed to escape that damn hut that they called a place to heal and feel better. Pah, he was free of it and it was night. The time of day where he felt alive, more alive than anyone could imagine. A flicker of movement caught the daemon's eye. A low hiss from the brush followed. Maverick blinked and moved slightly closer and eyes narrowing. "Stand back!" A voice rang overhead. Maverick stood still and looked about, who was that. An odd ghostly form flew from a tree and dived into the brush. Sounds of growling and noises came from the bush. Maverick's stunned face still looking for the creature who had called out. As he did his eyes fell upon a cloaked figure sitting in that very tree. The cloaked figure had it's hood up, to shield itself from view, the cloak itself lay loosely on the figure. The clothing underneath was gorgeous in a way, but no shirt. The figures head turned to look at Maverick. It leaped down, cloak billowing behind it. A slight dodge roll kept it from any injury. "I thought you'd be done for." A smile of rather pointed and jagged teeth shown through from under the hood.
"Me?" Maverick questioned while working out who it was. Oh, it was the mage from awhile ago. Yeah, that same one who had saved him from that wolf thing.
"Well of course you. Anyone else I'd be talking too?" The figure pulled off the hood and smiled again. His brown hair flowing from the cloak, a bit static. His ghostly black eyes shining.
"Oh... No."
"Good. I'm Relius." The mage smiled again at the small daemon.
Maverick forced a small smile. "Maverick." The child said quietly.
"You shouldn't be out here Maverick. What did you plan to do?"
"Nothing really. Just escaping the camp for awhile."
"Hmm... Well, come with me then. You shouldn't be out here alone at least."
(That connects how Relius met with Maverick and how they became great buds)
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Watcher glared at Maverick. "I wanted you back a week ago. What happened?"
The daemon, now looking in his teens, looked at her with a calmed look. "I made a mistake and had to fix it before I came back."
"I have heard of this mistake. I just wished you had informed me sooner."
"I did not intend on telling you any sooner."
"Fine. You might as well go back soon then. Seeing as you sill have work to do in Jin."
Maverick nodded in thanks. "I'll return."
(Alright after Maverick leaves for the second time then Koen becomes Knives and Relius is killed and also Maverick loses his memory, which I will now tell that tale...But before Maverick loses his memory something exciting happens, has to do with Watcher being take by trees. I'll add that in eventually....)
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-Input Story About The Mass Tree Attack Against Watcher And Reasoning-
Running, that was the most important thing to do right now, run run as fast as he could they couldn't catch him how could they anyways? They? You wish to know who is pursuing the daemon child? Or would you like to know the cause first? Who cares, I'm writing this.
Maverick looked at the trees in silence. The forest was so calming and peaceful. Footsteps in the leaves made a loud crackling noise which perked his ears up slightly. He turned and looked at Watcher as she smiled and scooted down next to him. "So? What has to happen now?" Maverick asked and blinked at her. Watcher had been marked by a mortal assassin for her next target, so this havoc sent most of the camp into a frenzy. Everyone was getting protective, but Maverick of course. Watcher was getting rather tired of this and seeing as Maverick was like her own and wasn't getting all antsy about this they both snuck away in the dead of night out here to the forest.
"We find a place to stay so that we can't get into any more trouble, silly." Watcher flicked his nose. "Now come. I want to talk with the trees, they've been listening to my story and are deciding on advice."
Maverick snarled slightly when she flicked his nose. It was rather annoying. "Fine fine." He followed after her as she twisted through the path into a small cluster of trees. The wind blew past the pair and ruffled up Mavericks silvery hair.
Watcher stood still, eyes closed. The trees whispering to her. When she opened her eyes a tear fell. "Love, the trees have decided."
Maverick looked at her, it had taken a while for the trees to explain. "What have they decided on?"
Watcher faced him, sadness in her happy eyes. "They will keep me safe, under their protection, but you must go...."
Maverick gave a blank look as he processed this. "I see." Silence between the two was strong for a good few minutes. It was broken when Watcher sprung on him and gave him a hug and was sobbing. Maverick was stunned that she was so emotional by this.
"I won't ever see you again, Maverick..." Her words came out in between her choking and sobbing.
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"Anne?!" Maverick called. "Ah shit. She ran off again, the bitch..." He mumbled as he planted himself on a stump nearby. He wasn't to pleased to be dealing with babysitting Anne at the moment. Relius may be busy with trying to coax Knives out of his condition, but this was insane. This girl was so out there. Why was it so hard to just sit down in the forest and be quiet for a couple hours? She was impatient, oh so impatient. The sky sure was gloomy looking, no no Maverick was just being very impatient. Just relax... He exhaled and looked at the ground. A footprint? His hand reached down to touch the footprint.
A small rustle in the bushes grabbed his attention. "Anne?" He spoke again, where had that girl gone, and so quickly too.
"....Maverick....." A low ghastly moan came from the brush. Not at all sounding of this world. Maverick flinched and backed up a bit. Not Anne. What was it though? A spirit, maybe. The voice came again still drawn out and strikingly menacing. "Maverick......" How did it know his name was all Maverick wanted to know. The sound stopped, no noise. What was this? Maverick hissed back at it, see this was a problem he always got into trouble and then wham something would happen that sent him of into another tragic situation. It was a vicious cycle that never stopped.
The noise was gone, there was no rustling, complete silence, Anne was missing, there could be just about anything that was about to jump from that brush and eat him, or it could be Watcher. If it was Watcher that would be a surprise. After all, she was taken in by the trees and put in a safe place. Damn assassins. It was their fault Watcher had to go into hiding, at least no one but him knew her real name. That way he could find a loophole of avoiding that subject. Apparently she was quite high on a league of assassins, and they had a high reward for her.
Right, he was more concerned about his situation, not why Watcher wasn't around. He had to work on that, really. He closed his eyes, a flow of magic surrounding him in a fog of matter. If this was a spirit, then he would have a problem avoiding it. Oh great. "Maverick." The voice came in from above him, louder and not so drawn out. Still ghastly as always. Maverick's gaze drifted above him, nothing there, right? Wrong. A cold breath on his back made him shiver, what was this? "Maverick, I've been searching for you." The voice, it was familiar. Who? Who was it and why could he not be seen, yes it was definitely a he. "Do you not remember?" Maverick continued to look around swirling in circles. "So you don't remember your pal hmm? Shame. I suppose you'll deserve this then...." A cold sense flowed over Maverick as if something was entering his body. Things started going blurry and memories fading. A cold sensation took over him as he fell to the ground. Losing what little he had.
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Waking up the daemon's head hurt. Who was he? Where was he? Why was he here? What was he? So many questions ran into his head. Nothing, he could remember nothing. Moaning he sat up, a pair of green eyes fixed on him. "You're awake." The voice said with a smile. The girl had green eyes and was not much older than him.
"Who are you?" He asked, still trying to sort out things in his mind. Everything was blocked away. Nothing that he could access.
The girl smiled, a fae. "Silly, why would I tell you, silly?" The daemon blinked and attempted to glare. No glare? What was this? "Hmmm. You seem confused. Would you like to know some things?" The daemon nodded. 'This should be fun to mess with him.' Anne thought. "Your name is Tavor. I'm pretty sure the one who cared for you the most was taken away only a few months ago. This here is yours." She handed him an amulet. The old thing was a stone. "I'm a death mage by practice." She stated proudly before standing up. "Well, have fun!" With that she left Tavor sitting alone in a clearing.
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The dark sky overhead poured out the moonlight, full moon. This day dreaded by shifters. Tavor hated the moon, it ruined the pretty darkness. A campfire story he had been listening in on caught his attention. It? What kind of name was that? The story was more intriguing than he thought. A creature that brings hell to all who meet the being. No one can describe it, except it's misting eyes coming from a foggy night. Odd, tonight was like that. As the tale was told it did catch his attention. Though it was probably a tale to keep the kiddies in bed and away form the forest. Still, it seemed so.... Lovely. Who cares what others thought about it, Tavor thought it would be fun to challenge this "It". What would he do if he ever saw It? While, most likely show that he can beat anything he wanted.
Jumping from his tree branch he had picked out to listen in on the foolish mortals, he landed on the ground and brushed back his hair. Since the mortal pests were gone to what they call 'sleep' he was free to roam about their camp. If they woke, who cared. They'd probably run off.
Tavor did a quick tour of the mortal camp before deciding they had nothing worth his time and left for the woods again. The moon still making the sky light out, damn it. Why couldn't someone just turn it off, or block it out. A gently fog was up to his knees, the farther into the forest he marched the higher up it creeped. The fog was coming from a cave which had a small entrance, barely big enough for a small child. Odd as it was Tavor couldn't help but wonder what it was. (Work in progress.....)
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This lines swirled along a thin skeleton body. The black lines thin and inky. Eyes black and smoothed over. Bones showing all over. Horns jutting forward of black color pinning Tavor to the wall. The muzzle of the Thing was breathing cold air into his mouth. (Work in progress....)
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The forest seemed to be alive with all it's life. Birds singing so pleasantly, flowers in bloom, sun shining out with all hope, spring and it's lovely nature. Which is exactly the reason to hate it. Hope will never come, flowers will all wilt, the sun will go away, birds will fall asleep and die, spring would end as if nothing ever happened. Nothing ever lasted. Ruin would come in due time. This is the thinking of Tavor. At night it was much more welcoming to him, death lurking and waiting hanging all around. Currently the sun was gone, the birds were not singing, no flowers were in full bloom, and it was not spring. A reason to love the world. (Work in progress....)
Name: Its a mystery to me. Many know me by Tavor as I have been named after my memories were stripped from my mind. This name has an odd meaning: Misfortune, broken. I cannot grasp the importance of it.
(Adelle- His name is Maverick Day Moral Vice which means: Truly independent one of lovely thoughts, hope and change. Though he has yet to learn of this.)
Gender: Must you ask? I'm a guy if that isn't obvious enough for you.
Age: Oh what is age? I'll tell you this I am at the appearance of a young adult whom is still a teen. Not enough for you? Fine I'm about 160.
Birthday: What is this madness? Who needs to know of this anyway? I shan't tell you. It isn't your business to poke around.
Species: I'm a daemon fool. An elemental at that.
Affinity: Dark magic. Lot's of it too.
Abilities: Lots. I've got lots.
0-Night Vision
1-Hypnosis
2-Dream Reader
3-Black Breath
4-Dark Matter
5-Shadow Shift
6-The Fog
7-Nightmare
Artifact: I have one that is magical and one of deep importance. The blade I'm always carrying is the only thing of my past that I still have left. Everything else has been taken by the trees. So as you can tell I really hold thing thing close at all times, plus it reminds me of all my kills. Now my magical amulet. It's but a polished stone at first glance. But the closer you look the more you'll see. My amulet runs with magic throughout it. It's power is I have yet to identify. Though it was given to me by a death mage after my memory was stripped.
Role: Call me what you will. I kill those who bother me and burn forests for fun. All I seek is the information that has been unfairly been taken from me.
Alignment: Well you see, I am dependent on myself. If I get mad I destroy what I can.
Twixt: Yes yes, the curse. I do indeed dread it. Every other day I cannot be in the sun. Simple as that. The cycle changes about occasionally.
Appearance: Eyes have a phantom and ghastly shade of yellow in them. Bright as the sun at times but tend to change in his location. Skin of the palest hue, it sends a shiver down the spine of those who glance upon him. Hair is a delicate blond color that is often mistaken for a silver dye or gray. Since he is a daemon he has the natural sharp fangs and claws. With pointed eyebrows that slant to have him seem angry. A frightful appearance is truly a swell way to describe him. No matter his form his eyes and pale complexion remain. Take heed of what he says, as he can show you no emotion. He can change his tone of yes he can deceive you but do not intend to read into his emotions.
Personality: At first he can seem gentle and fretful, but oh so scary. Irritable is a nice way to explain him at times, piss him off and you'll regret that move. Truth as it is is that Tavor hates just about everything. The forest took many things from him and he intends to get them all back at any cost, including burning the entire forest down. Many call him insane, as he can be, but a few who have known him or seen his true feeling know otherwise. He's trapped in his own mind and can't escape. Though he can be deceiving with no emotions to show. Just beware, he can show true sadness but nothing else. Tavor will not let you know how he feels about things, he tends to keep secret to all things. After all, who can he trust?
Old History: When young he was raised by one he cannot remember. Not even if he had the option to was he able to learn about the creature. All he knows is that it was a female Fae. Over the years after she was gone and he was stripped of memory he attempted to find her, or more about her. All efforts of his were failures. As he grew he began to hate the forest and blamed it for taking her away. The only one who seemed to care for him. Through the years he spent looking for answers about her he found many thing that puzzled him. No one seemed to even want to talk to him for a second. Although he had never done a thing wrong, had he? He now blames everything, even rocks, for taking her away. Not even knowing if it was all in his mind or not. He had many attempts to burn the forest down, most of which failed. Only once did he manage to spread a fire, which burnt down a square mile of trees. Tavor used to be quite sane and a gentleman, well even though he is a daemon. This is his past all put aside to emotionless features and a torn apart mind. Some call him crazy and filled with hatred and loneliness. His name means misfortune, broken.
History: (Adelle- Some is on Knives page. Since I am being lazy I'm not going to include that here. Go read it for yourself.)
Through the years of a small child without a name many things would happen. The child would find one who would save him from many dangers. One would have expected that the child would have died from the time he was created. Nay, he would survive for only one reason. The reason is set in stone: For he must endure to seek out later. The translation of this is what you will. Take from it what you will but the meaning is one that remains elusive.
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A child stood in the field that was covered in snow, about the age of three in appearance. Looking up at the stars with his wide yellow eyes, bright are innocent. A cloud passed by in the sky. His eyes following it with a curious gaze. The cloud was dark and ominous and not truly a cloud. The child did not know this as he could not tell right from wrong or good from bad or even light from dark. If one were to just gaze at the cloud long enough it would become obvious to what it was.
The cloud dived down towards the child. He ducked now scared by the clouds sudden change. The gray phoenix hooked it's claw on the small daemon and took flight once more. The child in his claws squealing in confusion.
After the daemon had given up in his struggled against the bird of flame he was set before a fae. This fae woman was elegant in almost every way. Her delicate hands, her dark skin tone, lavish green eyes, brown curled hair, full red lips, thin and tall. She thanked the bird in elvish before facing the cowering daemon child. "Child." She addressed him as so and he shivered at her smooth rolling voice that swept warmth into his cold body. "Do not fear, the phoenix is a friend. she will help you when your in need most." She sat next to him in the snow while wearing her elegant snowflake dress. "I am Watcher. Do you have a name little one?" The boy looked at her for awhile before shaking his head. "I see. Do you know what you have been spared of so far?" He shook his head again. "Come. I will make things clear." Watcher reached out a hand towards the daemon and offered him help. He recoiled slightly as he did not know what to do. After a few minutes he took her hand. "I will name you Maverick. Maverick Day Moral Vice. One who is truly independent with lovely thoughts, hope and change."
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"Maverick?" A sweet voice cried out. The voice came from a figure dressed in a tank top and thin tan pants. A long jeweled rapier in her hand and at the ready for any movement. She was waiting for him to strike. But he was taking awhile and this was a mystery why she could not sense him. "Maverick my dear!" She cried out once more in hopes for a response. Watcher threw her sword aside and looked around. "Come now. The duel is over." She waited for a response, not a sound to be heard anywhere. "Maverick!" She shrieked into the sky. Ravens and crows cawed back to her as they took flight. Where had he gone? One minute he was here and the next not.
Watcher retrieved her blade, she may as well find the boy. It had been quite a few years since she had first taken him in. He was an innocent one indeed, when he was younger he could barely believe she had such weapons as a knife to cut things with. Though it puzzled her with his dark and ghastly appearance, it didn't suit him at all.
Taking her mind off the matter Watcher called to the sky in elvish. A phoenix of gray color landed in the clearing she stood in. "Maverick is lost again." She said well petting the flaming bird and giving it a small hunk of meat. The bird screeched loudly to confirm what Watcher said before taking flight to scan for the child.
Watcher returned to browsing around the ground, heights made her sick. It certainly was a mystery how that boy managed to get so far away and so quickly. Ah, well at least his name fitted him. He was a wildly independent one. Well, still no time to think about that. Where had that little daemon gone and so quickly was all that mattered at the moment. She paused, she should alert the others to look for him. Putting her fingers to her mouth she whistled a small tune. A tune replied, but a different one. The whistling conversation went on for awhile before nothing else came. This was often how they communicated was through a secret language her small clan had created. Maverick was the only non-fae in their clan. It was a small clan but Watcher had only founded it to get away from her own doom and despair.
Right she had to focus, now was not the time to think about how he got there or what he'd been through. It mattered that he was alive. Watcher heard a whistle come back to her signaling that Maverick wasn't at camp. Great, he was either in trouble or lost. A loud screech came from the phoenix to say that he had been spotted. Watcher's heart leaped with her as she threw herself into an all out run. She skidded to a stop when the clearing came in sight. A small pale boy was left there bleeding horribly right in the center of the clearing. Watcher gasped and ran over to the boy. "Maverick?" No response from the bloodied boy. Watcher whistled into the air as a message of the situation. The phoenix had landed and was warming the pair from the cold wind. Within a matter of minutes more fae had accumulated around the duo. Worried chatter among the small group spread quickly. One fae tapped on Watcher's shoulder. She looked up and merely nodded, they needed to get him help and quickly. At camp they would have no problem with help that's where they had to go. She handed the small daemon child to another fae then the group headed back.
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The room was blurry as excited and worried voices chatted quietly around the waking boy. Maverick blinked a few times in an attempt to clear his vision. One fae noticed this and pointed. "Look! Maverick is alright." A smile crossed the faces of all the surrounding fae. Watcher was not in the group at the time being.
"So Maverick, what happened? You know." Asked one of the fae, he was built for running and throwing projectiles.
Maverick's stunned face just stared at them for a few minutes. The patient fae remained silent in wait for his answer. "I-I'm not r-really sure..."
A sigh of anticipation came from a fae. "So you don't know?"
"He'll remember later." One pointed out which started the chatter again.
"Hush! Now all of you out. He needs rest." The healer hissed at the group. The small crowd immediately left the room, not wanting to anger the healer. "Now there we go Maverick. I'm sure you'd explain if you could remember." She patted his head lightly.
"Excuse me, but what's going on?" Maverick asked in a slightly squeaky little kid voice.
"Oh? So your not sure what is going on. Well I suppose I can tell you that." She sat down on a stool next to the bed in which Maverick lay. "Watcher found you in a clearing in the woods after your duel. Well, apparently you were in horrible condition. Which is why everyone is so hyped up about it. Now hold still a second." The bandages around Maverick's chest area. "A bad wound to your ribs, your lucky that you weren't hit over just an inch." If so, well Maverick would be dead and that would end this story.
"Oh." Maverick looked away, not wanting to see the bloody wounds while the healer fixed them.
"There. Now be careful, and stay in bed. I don't want you to crack those wounds open again." The healer was about to leave before Maverick said something.
"It was awful... I didn't know what was going on...." Maverick was still looking up at the ceiling.
The healer hurried over once more. "Would you like me to bring your friends in?"
Maverick nodded and she hurried out and the small group came rushing back in. "So you gonna tell us bud?"
Maverick's head bobbed in acknowledgment of the question. "Sure..." The little group got comfortable around the bed. All eyes focused on the kid. They were all close knitted together, it was nice. "You already know about me and Watcher going for a duel so I should just go from there. I was thinking that if I climbed up a tree or far enough back I could sneak on her. So, I managed to back off into the woods, I lost my way and couldn't find the clearing again. But I found another one. The clearing looked almost the same so I called for Watcher. she didn't come so I sat in the clearing and hoped she would get there soon. Then a bunch of stuff happened, a weird looking mage in a cloak so I couldn't see who or what it was and a lion shifter. A bunch of stuff." Tavor blinked at them. Their faces showing questions, hatred, all sorts of emotions and thoughts. If only one could hide his emotions.
"So they all attacked you?"
Tavor shook his head. "Oh no. The mage didn't attack me, but rather saved me from the shifter and things. I think it was a shifter at least." He still couldn't tell the difference between the two things.
"It was probably wild." One fae pointed out. Maverick nodded and they all continued to speculate. Maverick's head drooped, he was rather tired. "Whoa, bud stay conscious...." That was the last thing he heard before conking out again.
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Twixt time. It happened every other day, and it was always dreaded. The rest of the camp was free to do what they wanted but not Maverick. It was twixt time and he was forced to stay away from the sunlight. Bothersome as it was all his friends still made time to visit him, since he was still recovering. Though the night was a completely different story, Maverick had succeeded at creating an amount of odd sticky matter in his hands. Though every time he did he hid it from everyone. It was cool in his opinion, though he couldn't quite figure out what t do with it yet.
Maverick exhaled and closed his eyes, he'd managed to escape that damn hut that they called a place to heal and feel better. Pah, he was free of it and it was night. The time of day where he felt alive, more alive than anyone could imagine. A flicker of movement caught the daemon's eye. A low hiss from the brush followed. Maverick blinked and moved slightly closer and eyes narrowing. "Stand back!" A voice rang overhead. Maverick stood still and looked about, who was that. An odd ghostly form flew from a tree and dived into the brush. Sounds of growling and noises came from the bush. Maverick's stunned face still looking for the creature who had called out. As he did his eyes fell upon a cloaked figure sitting in that very tree. The cloaked figure had it's hood up, to shield itself from view, the cloak itself lay loosely on the figure. The clothing underneath was gorgeous in a way, but no shirt. The figures head turned to look at Maverick. It leaped down, cloak billowing behind it. A slight dodge roll kept it from any injury. "I thought you'd be done for." A smile of rather pointed and jagged teeth shown through from under the hood.
"Me?" Maverick questioned while working out who it was. Oh, it was the mage from awhile ago. Yeah, that same one who had saved him from that wolf thing.
"Well of course you. Anyone else I'd be talking too?" The figure pulled off the hood and smiled again. His brown hair flowing from the cloak, a bit static. His ghostly black eyes shining.
"Oh... No."
"Good. I'm Relius." The mage smiled again at the small daemon.
Maverick forced a small smile. "Maverick." The child said quietly.
"You shouldn't be out here Maverick. What did you plan to do?"
"Nothing really. Just escaping the camp for awhile."
"Hmm... Well, come with me then. You shouldn't be out here alone at least."
(That connects how Relius met with Maverick and how they became great buds)
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Watcher glared at Maverick. "I wanted you back a week ago. What happened?"
The daemon, now looking in his teens, looked at her with a calmed look. "I made a mistake and had to fix it before I came back."
"I have heard of this mistake. I just wished you had informed me sooner."
"I did not intend on telling you any sooner."
"Fine. You might as well go back soon then. Seeing as you sill have work to do in Jin."
Maverick nodded in thanks. "I'll return."
(Alright after Maverick leaves for the second time then Koen becomes Knives and Relius is killed and also Maverick loses his memory, which I will now tell that tale...But before Maverick loses his memory something exciting happens, has to do with Watcher being take by trees. I'll add that in eventually....)
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-Input Story About The Mass Tree Attack Against Watcher And Reasoning-
Running, that was the most important thing to do right now, run run as fast as he could they couldn't catch him how could they anyways? They? You wish to know who is pursuing the daemon child? Or would you like to know the cause first? Who cares, I'm writing this.
Maverick looked at the trees in silence. The forest was so calming and peaceful. Footsteps in the leaves made a loud crackling noise which perked his ears up slightly. He turned and looked at Watcher as she smiled and scooted down next to him. "So? What has to happen now?" Maverick asked and blinked at her. Watcher had been marked by a mortal assassin for her next target, so this havoc sent most of the camp into a frenzy. Everyone was getting protective, but Maverick of course. Watcher was getting rather tired of this and seeing as Maverick was like her own and wasn't getting all antsy about this they both snuck away in the dead of night out here to the forest.
"We find a place to stay so that we can't get into any more trouble, silly." Watcher flicked his nose. "Now come. I want to talk with the trees, they've been listening to my story and are deciding on advice."
Maverick snarled slightly when she flicked his nose. It was rather annoying. "Fine fine." He followed after her as she twisted through the path into a small cluster of trees. The wind blew past the pair and ruffled up Mavericks silvery hair.
Watcher stood still, eyes closed. The trees whispering to her. When she opened her eyes a tear fell. "Love, the trees have decided."
Maverick looked at her, it had taken a while for the trees to explain. "What have they decided on?"
Watcher faced him, sadness in her happy eyes. "They will keep me safe, under their protection, but you must go...."
Maverick gave a blank look as he processed this. "I see." Silence between the two was strong for a good few minutes. It was broken when Watcher sprung on him and gave him a hug and was sobbing. Maverick was stunned that she was so emotional by this.
"I won't ever see you again, Maverick..." Her words came out in between her choking and sobbing.
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"Anne?!" Maverick called. "Ah shit. She ran off again, the bitch..." He mumbled as he planted himself on a stump nearby. He wasn't to pleased to be dealing with babysitting Anne at the moment. Relius may be busy with trying to coax Knives out of his condition, but this was insane. This girl was so out there. Why was it so hard to just sit down in the forest and be quiet for a couple hours? She was impatient, oh so impatient. The sky sure was gloomy looking, no no Maverick was just being very impatient. Just relax... He exhaled and looked at the ground. A footprint? His hand reached down to touch the footprint.
A small rustle in the bushes grabbed his attention. "Anne?" He spoke again, where had that girl gone, and so quickly too.
"....Maverick....." A low ghastly moan came from the brush. Not at all sounding of this world. Maverick flinched and backed up a bit. Not Anne. What was it though? A spirit, maybe. The voice came again still drawn out and strikingly menacing. "Maverick......" How did it know his name was all Maverick wanted to know. The sound stopped, no noise. What was this? Maverick hissed back at it, see this was a problem he always got into trouble and then wham something would happen that sent him of into another tragic situation. It was a vicious cycle that never stopped.
The noise was gone, there was no rustling, complete silence, Anne was missing, there could be just about anything that was about to jump from that brush and eat him, or it could be Watcher. If it was Watcher that would be a surprise. After all, she was taken in by the trees and put in a safe place. Damn assassins. It was their fault Watcher had to go into hiding, at least no one but him knew her real name. That way he could find a loophole of avoiding that subject. Apparently she was quite high on a league of assassins, and they had a high reward for her.
Right, he was more concerned about his situation, not why Watcher wasn't around. He had to work on that, really. He closed his eyes, a flow of magic surrounding him in a fog of matter. If this was a spirit, then he would have a problem avoiding it. Oh great. "Maverick." The voice came in from above him, louder and not so drawn out. Still ghastly as always. Maverick's gaze drifted above him, nothing there, right? Wrong. A cold breath on his back made him shiver, what was this? "Maverick, I've been searching for you." The voice, it was familiar. Who? Who was it and why could he not be seen, yes it was definitely a he. "Do you not remember?" Maverick continued to look around swirling in circles. "So you don't remember your pal hmm? Shame. I suppose you'll deserve this then...." A cold sense flowed over Maverick as if something was entering his body. Things started going blurry and memories fading. A cold sensation took over him as he fell to the ground. Losing what little he had.
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Waking up the daemon's head hurt. Who was he? Where was he? Why was he here? What was he? So many questions ran into his head. Nothing, he could remember nothing. Moaning he sat up, a pair of green eyes fixed on him. "You're awake." The voice said with a smile. The girl had green eyes and was not much older than him.
"Who are you?" He asked, still trying to sort out things in his mind. Everything was blocked away. Nothing that he could access.
The girl smiled, a fae. "Silly, why would I tell you, silly?" The daemon blinked and attempted to glare. No glare? What was this? "Hmmm. You seem confused. Would you like to know some things?" The daemon nodded. 'This should be fun to mess with him.' Anne thought. "Your name is Tavor. I'm pretty sure the one who cared for you the most was taken away only a few months ago. This here is yours." She handed him an amulet. The old thing was a stone. "I'm a death mage by practice." She stated proudly before standing up. "Well, have fun!" With that she left Tavor sitting alone in a clearing.
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The dark sky overhead poured out the moonlight, full moon. This day dreaded by shifters. Tavor hated the moon, it ruined the pretty darkness. A campfire story he had been listening in on caught his attention. It? What kind of name was that? The story was more intriguing than he thought. A creature that brings hell to all who meet the being. No one can describe it, except it's misting eyes coming from a foggy night. Odd, tonight was like that. As the tale was told it did catch his attention. Though it was probably a tale to keep the kiddies in bed and away form the forest. Still, it seemed so.... Lovely. Who cares what others thought about it, Tavor thought it would be fun to challenge this "It". What would he do if he ever saw It? While, most likely show that he can beat anything he wanted.
Jumping from his tree branch he had picked out to listen in on the foolish mortals, he landed on the ground and brushed back his hair. Since the mortal pests were gone to what they call 'sleep' he was free to roam about their camp. If they woke, who cared. They'd probably run off.
Tavor did a quick tour of the mortal camp before deciding they had nothing worth his time and left for the woods again. The moon still making the sky light out, damn it. Why couldn't someone just turn it off, or block it out. A gently fog was up to his knees, the farther into the forest he marched the higher up it creeped. The fog was coming from a cave which had a small entrance, barely big enough for a small child. Odd as it was Tavor couldn't help but wonder what it was. (Work in progress.....)
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This lines swirled along a thin skeleton body. The black lines thin and inky. Eyes black and smoothed over. Bones showing all over. Horns jutting forward of black color pinning Tavor to the wall. The muzzle of the Thing was breathing cold air into his mouth. (Work in progress....)
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The forest seemed to be alive with all it's life. Birds singing so pleasantly, flowers in bloom, sun shining out with all hope, spring and it's lovely nature. Which is exactly the reason to hate it. Hope will never come, flowers will all wilt, the sun will go away, birds will fall asleep and die, spring would end as if nothing ever happened. Nothing ever lasted. Ruin would come in due time. This is the thinking of Tavor. At night it was much more welcoming to him, death lurking and waiting hanging all around. Currently the sun was gone, the birds were not singing, no flowers were in full bloom, and it was not spring. A reason to love the world. (Work in progress....)