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Skarin of Astora Profile
7 years ago
General
Basics:
Name: Skarin of Astora
Species: Wolverine
Age: 26
Job: Warrior of Sunlight, Security at the Bar
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Genitals:
Penis: 9 inches long, with a Sheath, No knot
Vagina:
Butt: Nicely shaped, and toned
Breast:
Appearance:
Toned and muscular, a Warriors body, with a little bit of fat. He has a Circular brand on his left shoulder, and Steely blue eyes. His claws are Semi-retractable.
Fur Patten: Brown on most of his body, with black on his hands, Feet, and tip of his tail. a Tan line around his face.
Clothes:Mainly wears Jeans and Tee-shirts. His combat Gear consists of a Gambison over his clothes, Chainmail, An Iron Breatplate. Chain leggings with Shinguards and Armguards.
Underwear (including bras and panties): Usually Boxer briefs
Height: 5'10
Weight: 200 lbs.
Tail length: three and a half feet
Personality:
Skarin is Friendly and Welcoming to most people he meets, unless he gets a bad vibe from them. He's quick to defend the ones he likes and loves, and not easily angered. He's a Softie at heart, and very selfless and caring, despite his Species being known for Aggression. He can be playful at times, teasing and making jokes with anyone.
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Kinks:
"Nope": Hard gore, Cruelty, Hard vore, Bathroom stuff
"Yes": Cuddles, teasing.
"yes please": Romance, Gentle/rough sex, BDSM, femdom
"OH FUCK YES GIMMIE": Spanking, Anal, Femdom, being tied up, Tentacles, multiple orgasms/creampies.
Other notes: He is a Sub lean, not afraid to dom.
Backstory:
Out in the Forests outside Astora, A Patrol of Warriors of Sunlight walked through the thick brush. They heard a roar from some kind of Horrid Beast, and shouting, and went towards the direction of the Sound. "It came from this way!" one said, the others following in hot Pursuit. The sounds of a baby crying were heard, as well as wings beating away. they couldnt see what it was through the thick Canopy, but the babies cries made all of them double time it.
When they reached a Clearing, they found broken Limbs from trees, Blood, and the aftermath of some kind of Struggle. a Wicker baby carrier sat on the ground, a shaft of Sunlight falling over the basket from the beast breaking through the Canopy. An Older Knight, wearing heavy armor went to Inspect the Basket, Coming to find a Young wolverine babe inside it, While the other Knights investigated the area.
"No signs of anything... Tracks of... Sum-fing, but not else Command'uh." One said. The commander took off his helmet, showing a Mid 30's, brown Haired male. He lifted the baby out of the basket, holding him in his arms to try and soothe the babe. "Shh, Shh... Its fine, you'll be okay." He said softly, stroking the babe's chin with a gloved finger. A younger knight came up to his side, looking at the babe, in a little shock, The Wolverine tribe didnt typically come out this far, away from their village.
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"Thats one of the Wolverines... Jonah, What should we do?" He asked his Commander. Jonah Looked around and Sighed, setting the babe who had tired themselves out, falling asleep from Jonah's touch. Jonah set him back into the basket, Picking it, and the baby up. "I think we all can figure out what happened here... We'll take him back, and send a Team to the closest Wolverine Village. If his parents Somehow survived, We'll give him right back." Jonah said, The Knights nodding and saying "Yes, Sir's" and falling in line. Jonah Looked at the babe, it awoke and looked back with vibrant blue eyes. This babe would become known as Skarin of Astora.
The knights took the babe back to Astora, Organizing the Party to go out to the CLosest Wolverine Village. When they arrived there though, It was empty. Like everyone had suddenly vanished from existence. No blood, No signs of a fight, nothing. Something Drove them all from their homes, and since the Wolverine tribes were very few in number, and Reluctant at outside interaction, They knew not where the next one would be. Upon hearing the teams findings, Jonah sighed, looking at the babe now left in their care. He summoned up his officers, and held a meeting to determine the boy's fate.
"Well, What should we do with him." Jonah asked his officers. Many ideas were thrown about, Taking him to the orphanage, Trying to find one of his Kind to care for them, Sending out Missives to find where the tribe had gone. It has been nearly three weeks, and no-one had come to Astora looking for the boy, Nor had they recieved any Wolverine tribe visitors. Jonah was Reluctant to send the boy off to a Orphanage. He had grown attached to him. Those blue eyes, they Sparkled with something. Jonah couldnt let him go. "Well, If no-one's come for him, Why dont we just take him to Woodside's then? at least he'll be cared for." A officer spoke up. Jonah let out a sigh and shook his head, Looking at the babe on his lap.
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"I dont know... I feel something in him... He could be great, Like Destiny plays a Part in his life." Jonah spoke, Leaning back in his chair, before coming to his final Decision, Looking at his Officers. "I cant leave the boy to his fate. Somethings telling me to keep him. So, We will Care for him, Raise him in the light of the Sun. Train him to be one of us. It must have been Fate that led us to him, and i wont squander his life away to Sit in an orphanage. I'll adopt the Boy as my own. It's our tenant to Help anyone in need, correct?" The other Officers, loyal to their commander and trusting of his gut feelings, all agreed to it. "Hah, Guess we all got ourselves a Kid to raise, a true Son of the Sun." "Uggh, Can it Markus." One of the officers, a Female, Turned to Jonah and then the boy. "Well, If we're taking him in, He needs a name. What shall we call the boy, Jonah?" Jonah nods, lifting the boy up against his chest. "He'll be called... Skarin... Skarin of Astora."
Skarin's early Childhood was spent being raised by his dozens of brothers and sisters in the Warriors of Sunlight. The early years were the roughest, His animalistic nature coming out. He Growled and bit, Scratched, Caused a Few problems for Jonah, some that caused a little backlash and words to toss Skarin outside the walls of the city, and Fend for himself. Jonah, always talking things down, Saying "He was Abandoned, Lost, Somehow Surviving the attack that claimed the lives of his parents. He was a child of Fate, And the Orders Tenants were to Help those in need, and be Rolemodels of how people should treat others". That usually quieted the angered members, Not wanting to Disobey the man who led them through so much.
Skarin Mellowed out after age 5, More or less becoming a Playful puppy, and little brother to the knights. Happy to see them come home, Crying when he lost a Brother or sister. Play-wrestling with some off-duty. Around Age 7, He started his formal training to become a member of the Warriors, Learning the Art of the Sword, Receiving an education, Learning about the First Flame, and the Undead Curse, as well as the Gods themselves. Gwyn, Nito, The Witch of Izaleth. As Skarin grew up, He became a Skilled fighter, beating most of the order by age 15, Learning and excelling at their holy magic called "Miracles." He became an Excellent Healer, specializing in ttthe type of magic. Jonah always gave him praise when he excelled, and made sure to correct any mistakes he made along the way.
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When Skarin turned twenty, He formally graduated his training, becoming a Full-fledge Warrior of Sunlight. He helped along Guard duty, taking patrols, fending off Monsters that came too close to Astora. Jonah eventually told him how they found him, In the woods, with the marks of whatever killed his parents out there. His tribe Vanished. Skarin took it upon himself to learn all he can about his Kind, Reading every book in the library on them. Taking his own Jorneys to the Village, and where they found him. He wanted to see others of his kind, find his actual parents, but Jonah, and the Warriors of Sunlight were his actual Family. He remained loyal to them through thick and thin, always there for his brothers and sisters.
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Upon returning from a patrol through the Woods, they took the long way around, going by the orphanage. It was there, Skarin found his first true love. One of the Caretakers for the Children was sat outside as they played, A beautiful Shark-Girl, With Purple and white skin, Raven Hair, and gorgeous Amber colored eyes. He saw her and was immediately lovestruck. She looked back at him, giving him a beautiful smile, and a little wave. Skarin blushed and waved back. He started taking that route every chance he could get, forming a Relationship with the Woman, Who he knew as Velvet. He'd bring her Flowers, Play with the Children on his off-days, and Spending time with his new lover. They formed a bond together, He and Velvet, One night, Leading her to the little home he had, and having a Long, romantic night of Passion.
The Two formally got Engaged, and Skarin couldnt be happier with her. They shared many nights together, fulfilling their lusts and desires with one another, even inviting others to join in the fun. They became inseparable, going to the Local Inn at the end of the day to Drink and be merry, Sing and dance, then go home and make Love to each other. Skarin was as happy as he could be, but unfortunately, it wouldnt last very long.
The First Flame, The flame that Lights the world, and stays off the Darkness, Began to fade. The skies Darkened, and horrid monsters returned to the land. The Curse of the Undead started to Sprout up, A curse that will eventually make the bearer go mad, and turn Hollow. The mark of the Curse was the Darksign, A Legend was fond in Astora, related to the curse,
"Thou who art Undead, art chosen... In thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of Ancient Lords... When thou ringeth the Bell of Awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know..."
It was decided, that in order to save the world, The Warriors of Sunlight would seek out the curse, and fulfil the Prophecy. Skarin, being one of the orders greatest warriors, was chosen to lead the charge, Much to his dismay. He didnt want to leave all he had known and loved, going home that day, and crying in Velvets arms for hours. They would leave in two weeks time, the mission was decreed a Suicide mission, No-one knew what would happen out in the land of Ancient Lords, Lothric. They had to Seek out the curse, and be put into the Undead Asylum. Skarin and Velvet Spent all the time they could together, until the Day Skarin had to leave.
Upon the Day of their Departure, Skarin and Velvet shared one last Hug and Kiss, both looking into Eachother's eyes lovingly. Skarin and velvet both crying and not wanting to leave Eachothers Grasp.
"I'll Come back to you velvet, I swear i will, Nothing will keep me from being in your arms again."
"I know you will my love. Take Care, and go and save the world. For all of us."
They said their final Goodbyes, Skarin leading a group of Twelve men. His closest and most trusted Knights. They became Cursed, Marked by the Darksign, and strode Forth from the Undead Asylum together, Meeting up at the Firelink Shrine, at least, any who managed to Survive. Upon their journey together, to seek the Souls of the Lords, making for the Bell of Awakening, One by One, Skarin's brothers Fell. Either the Horrid beasts took them, Or the Madness of the Curse turned them Hollow. Skarin eventually arriving at the Kiln of the First Flame. Alone, bearing the weight of the World on his shoulders as he strode down the long steps, to the Decrepit God. He Fought and Slew Gwyn, Taking the Final soul he needed. Tired, emotionally drained, and Wanting to go home, He Knelt before the flame, and offered all the souls he had collected to it.
The Flame would be Kindled, It enshrouded Skarin, consuming all the souls he took. Skarin yelled out in pain, as the Flames Seared his flesh and burnt his fur. He eventually passed out, the pain too much. His eyes closed as Darkness took him. He was going to die. His love, Father, Family and friends, He'll never see them again. He let out Tear after tear, as the Darkness took him.
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He Awoke again, this time in a grave. He slowly rose out of it, in a place he didnt recognize. He didnt die? was this the afterlife? He still had his armor, Weapons, the Darksign still burned on his arm. no, He was alive, and somewhere else. He sat up and curled up, Remembering everything the Flame had taken from him. He cried in sorrow for hours, until he had no tears left. He eventually got up, Learning the new land he was in was called Drangleic. a new kingdom that had risen over the old, after the Linking of the flame. The flame was fading once again though, and the Undead were rising once more. When he tried to Explain he was the one that Linked the flame the First time, He was either Spurned as mad, or attacked and called Hollow. Lost in the new world he was in, He had one choice left to do. Link the flame once again. He didnt know why he even bothered. He'd never see the ones He loved again, Never return to the Beautiful forest and city of Astora. Why bother? He didnt know it, but he was starting to turn, to go Hollow.
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He sat at a Bonfire one night, Curled up and sobbing his sorrows. Wanting to end it all. He tried. Letting himself be killed by beasts, Falling off Cliffs. Eachtime, he just returned to the flame again and again. He was losing his humanity. He let out a deep sigh as he curled up next to the fire, When something fell out of his bag. He picked it up, and it was a Heart Shaped Locket. Velvet Gave him the Locket when they left, he remembered. He opened it, to see a Lock of her raven hair behind a Glass pane, and a little Music box in the bottom. He wound it and remembered. The curse had taken some of his memories from him. Upon hearing the Music, Ebbing deep into his memories, He remembered why he fought, Why he sacrificed all he did. He may never see them again, But at least they knew a life without fear and Darkness. He cried that night, holding the locket close as he remembered who he was. Regaining himself, He strode forth, Unto the throne of want, and claimed it, Rekindling the flame once again. He was tired, and done with fighting. He hoped this time would be the last, so he could finally know rest. He closed His eyes once more, as the flames took him. the familiar pain of what happened the first time enshrouded his body, as he prepared for his hopeful, Final rest.
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When next he awoke, a Bell was ringing across an Ashen graveyard. Skarin slowly rising from a grave once more. He sat upwards and looked around. Still alive, Still being tormented by a rest that will never come. He did not cry this time. He crawled out of the grave, and rested against the Unmarked tombstone, curled up into a ball, the horrors and things he had done rolling through his mind. He sat there, unmoving for what felt like forever, the calls of the rising dead rolling over the graveyard. He knew why he was kept being awoken. He had become a Lord of Cinder himself. One being called upon to relink the fire each time it started to fade. Reluctantly, and emotionlessly, he eventually got up, Strolling through the graveyard, starting his journey anew.
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He reached Firelink shrine, the firekeeper greeting him as "Ashen one." His new task was to get the souls of Lords of Cinder, who left their Thrones and failed to do their duty. He set out, Fighting, Slaying, Dying. With little concern for himself now. He fought Carelessly, every emotion he had had been taken from him, Never knowing peace, or rest. Never again will he be able to see his loved ones, Cursed to be a slave of the flame from now on. He fought the Abyss Watchers, Aldritch, Yhorm, The Giant. Collecting their souls and Cinders, placing them on their thrones. There was one more left to claim. The lord of Lothric Himself, who had abandoned his duty.
He arrived and fought his way through Lothric Castle, going to the Highest reaches, entering the Domicile of the last Lord of Cinder. What he found though, made him gasp in shock and horror. THe last Lord of Cinder, was just a boy. Prince Lothric, No more than 17 years old greeted him, atop a Bed-like throne. The Frail, thin boy Looked at him. Calling out to him in a young voice.
"Oh dear... another Dogged contender. Welcome, Unkindled One, Purloiner of Cinders. Mind you, the mantle of lord interest me none. The Fire-linking curse, the Legacy of lords, Let it all Fade into nothing."
His brother, Lorian, a crippled Knight crawled out of the shadows, standing before his brother, amongst the bones of all those who came before Skarin. How could he kill a boy? How? why had fate given him such a gruesome task. He dropped his sword and shield, falling to his knees. Not knowing what to do. Lothric was a little shocked, no-one before had shown such remorse. He bade his brother stay his blade, looking out to him.
"You stay your blade, conflicted. the first out of many. You've done quite enough, Now have your rest, Unkindled one. Sit with me, and let the world fade into nothing."
Skarin silently nodded his head, climbing up to Lothric's throne, Sitting with him for a while. The Prince and him having a quiet Discussion, learning of eachothers story. Lothric was Groomed to be a Lord of CInder, Being experimented on, the proclaimed Heir of Fire, when it was his brother, who slew a demon Lord alone, should have been the one chosen. Lorians tongue had been cut out, and his legs crippled. The brothers threw away their destiny, wanting nothing more than just to sit till the end of everything.
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They talked for what Seems like forever, watching and waiting. It felt wrong for Skarin. Listening to Lothric's attempts to sway him to end the world. He had fought, Died, Cried, and bled for it all, and to just throw it away, He couldnt. With reluctant tears he turned to Lothric. "I cant. I cant just sit here and let everything i've fought and died for fade. Even if the world is dying itself. For the memory of all those i hold dear, I cant let it all be for nothing." They both agreed, Skarin would leave, and the next he returned, there would be no mercy for the other. Skarin left and readied himself, Coming back the next day, although with the Darksign burning in the sky, the sky remained a burning orange Hue, the Pilgrim Butterflies swarming the castle. He re-entered the Throne room of lothric and their Dual begun.
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With Tears in his eyes, and regret in his heart, Skarin slew the two Princes, both of them fading to ash. Before he faded, Lothric said his final Farewell. "Mark my words... You... Remain... amongst... The accursed." As their bodies faded to nothing, Skarin collapsed onto the floor, Tears flowing from his eyes. He cursed the Gods, the flame, everything. "Why, WHY, Why must it be me! What have i done to earn such Torment! I just want to Die... To rest... I'm so tired..." He called out to no-one. Skarin was Tired, Wounded, and Bleeding from his injuries. He wanted Dearly to feel Deaths final loving embrace. He cried and bled till he couldnt cry any longer. He recovered their Cinders and soul eventually, Making his way back to the Shrine, and opening the way to the Kiln of the First Flame. Where his Final challenge awaited.
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He entered the Kiln of the First Flame. a Graveyard of Ash, the Circular arena, at the edge of the world, where the Guardian of the Flame awaited. The culmination of everyone who had linked the flame before him. He drew his blade and shield, Striding forward. The Charred guardian, covered in sooty, melted armor, Drew the Coiled blade from the Fire in the center of the room. Both them striding forward, Skarin letting out a Fierce Yell as they started the final Duel. After Clashing and Fighting one another, He fell the Soul of Cinder, Leaving them Kneeling. The Guardian Glew in flame, Before Changing his weapon into a Fiery rendition of Gwyn's Sword, Adopting his Fighting style. Skarin recognized this, Meeting Gwyn once again in Combat. Remembering everything he had fought for back then. Re-invigorated, He met his foe, Eventually slaying him, as the Guardian fell into ash. Skarin Huffed and bled from his wounds, Falling to the ground after his Duel. He slowly got up, Walking over to the Flame. He did what he knew how to, and Kindled the flame. Wincing as the flames Enshrouded his body. The flames consumed him, Eventually passing out from the Fiery hug of the flame, Falling to the ground, and awaiting the next time he had to awaken.
When he awoke, He was shocked to see he was still in the Kiln of the First Flame. The grey flowers and Ash covering his body. As he regained consciousness, He saw Someone in Dark robes and armor from head to toe before him. He slowly stood up, looking the person over. They gave off a feeling as old and ancient of Time Itself. The being spoke in a Gritty and Old, ethereal Voice.
" Skarin of Astora, Lord of Cinder. You have Done well in your servitude to the flame, and for your world. Your pain and Suffering ends here. I Release you from your Curse, so you may yet Live your life Anew. The First Flame Will forever be apart of you, Enshrouded around your Singed Soul."
The being raised a hand, The glow on his Brand fading, becoming nothing more than a reminder of what he went through. Skarin put a hand to his shoulder, where the brand lay on his body, feeling the burning pain he grew accustomed to fade. He looked at the Being, tears filling his eyes.
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"But where will i go, What will i do! Everyone i knew and love is gone, This world is fading. Now, after all this time, you give me relief?! Who are you!?" He called out. The being standing still as stone, Walking forward as he conjures a Blue, glowing Crystal. handing it to Skarin, and Holding the Coiled Sword.
"Who i am matters not to you. This Crystal shall let you Traverse the worlds like walking through a Forest. It is Limited in power, so Use it Wisely.It will allow you to go Forwards, but never back. Go, Restart your life. Make as your Order Decrees, and Find your very own sun." The being Grips the Coiled Sword, Making it shrink to the size of a Pendant, handing it over.
"Should you have need of the Flame's power, Toss this into a Fire you make, I have Sealed a bit of the First Flame within it. I can not bring back what was taken Thousands of years ago, But find yourself a New life, Skarin of Astora." Skarin took both Gifts, Watching the being as he faded away.
"Fare the well"
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Skarin Sat there, stunned, holding the gifts he was given. He Stood up, holding the Crystal in his hand. He was finally free of the curse that robbed him of everything. The memories of everyone he lost was fresh on his mind. He was given a Second Chance at least. Now, lost without a home. He channels upon the crystal, The crystal's magic activating, whisking him away to New worlds and places, Finally being given the relief he so sorely wanted. He will never forget Velvet, Jonah, His friends and town.
He now travels the new worlds he comes across, Living out the remainder of his life. The Scar on his shoulder, the locket of a Loved one, his armor and Weapons, the only things he has to remind him of his home.
Name: Skarin of Astora
Species: Wolverine
Age: 26
Job: Warrior of Sunlight, Security at the Bar
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Genitals:
Penis: 9 inches long, with a Sheath, No knot
Vagina:
Butt: Nicely shaped, and toned
Breast:
Appearance:
Toned and muscular, a Warriors body, with a little bit of fat. He has a Circular brand on his left shoulder, and Steely blue eyes. His claws are Semi-retractable.
Fur Patten: Brown on most of his body, with black on his hands, Feet, and tip of his tail. a Tan line around his face.
Clothes:Mainly wears Jeans and Tee-shirts. His combat Gear consists of a Gambison over his clothes, Chainmail, An Iron Breatplate. Chain leggings with Shinguards and Armguards.
Underwear (including bras and panties): Usually Boxer briefs
Height: 5'10
Weight: 200 lbs.
Tail length: three and a half feet
Personality:
Skarin is Friendly and Welcoming to most people he meets, unless he gets a bad vibe from them. He's quick to defend the ones he likes and loves, and not easily angered. He's a Softie at heart, and very selfless and caring, despite his Species being known for Aggression. He can be playful at times, teasing and making jokes with anyone.
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Kinks:
"Nope": Hard gore, Cruelty, Hard vore, Bathroom stuff
"Yes": Cuddles, teasing.
"yes please": Romance, Gentle/rough sex, BDSM, femdom
"OH FUCK YES GIMMIE": Spanking, Anal, Femdom, being tied up, Tentacles, multiple orgasms/creampies.
Other notes: He is a Sub lean, not afraid to dom.
Backstory:
Out in the Forests outside Astora, A Patrol of Warriors of Sunlight walked through the thick brush. They heard a roar from some kind of Horrid Beast, and shouting, and went towards the direction of the Sound. "It came from this way!" one said, the others following in hot Pursuit. The sounds of a baby crying were heard, as well as wings beating away. they couldnt see what it was through the thick Canopy, but the babies cries made all of them double time it.
When they reached a Clearing, they found broken Limbs from trees, Blood, and the aftermath of some kind of Struggle. a Wicker baby carrier sat on the ground, a shaft of Sunlight falling over the basket from the beast breaking through the Canopy. An Older Knight, wearing heavy armor went to Inspect the Basket, Coming to find a Young wolverine babe inside it, While the other Knights investigated the area.
"No signs of anything... Tracks of... Sum-fing, but not else Command'uh." One said. The commander took off his helmet, showing a Mid 30's, brown Haired male. He lifted the baby out of the basket, holding him in his arms to try and soothe the babe. "Shh, Shh... Its fine, you'll be okay." He said softly, stroking the babe's chin with a gloved finger. A younger knight came up to his side, looking at the babe, in a little shock, The Wolverine tribe didnt typically come out this far, away from their village.
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"Thats one of the Wolverines... Jonah, What should we do?" He asked his Commander. Jonah Looked around and Sighed, setting the babe who had tired themselves out, falling asleep from Jonah's touch. Jonah set him back into the basket, Picking it, and the baby up. "I think we all can figure out what happened here... We'll take him back, and send a Team to the closest Wolverine Village. If his parents Somehow survived, We'll give him right back." Jonah said, The Knights nodding and saying "Yes, Sir's" and falling in line. Jonah Looked at the babe, it awoke and looked back with vibrant blue eyes. This babe would become known as Skarin of Astora.
The knights took the babe back to Astora, Organizing the Party to go out to the CLosest Wolverine Village. When they arrived there though, It was empty. Like everyone had suddenly vanished from existence. No blood, No signs of a fight, nothing. Something Drove them all from their homes, and since the Wolverine tribes were very few in number, and Reluctant at outside interaction, They knew not where the next one would be. Upon hearing the teams findings, Jonah sighed, looking at the babe now left in their care. He summoned up his officers, and held a meeting to determine the boy's fate.
"Well, What should we do with him." Jonah asked his officers. Many ideas were thrown about, Taking him to the orphanage, Trying to find one of his Kind to care for them, Sending out Missives to find where the tribe had gone. It has been nearly three weeks, and no-one had come to Astora looking for the boy, Nor had they recieved any Wolverine tribe visitors. Jonah was Reluctant to send the boy off to a Orphanage. He had grown attached to him. Those blue eyes, they Sparkled with something. Jonah couldnt let him go. "Well, If no-one's come for him, Why dont we just take him to Woodside's then? at least he'll be cared for." A officer spoke up. Jonah let out a sigh and shook his head, Looking at the babe on his lap.
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"I dont know... I feel something in him... He could be great, Like Destiny plays a Part in his life." Jonah spoke, Leaning back in his chair, before coming to his final Decision, Looking at his Officers. "I cant leave the boy to his fate. Somethings telling me to keep him. So, We will Care for him, Raise him in the light of the Sun. Train him to be one of us. It must have been Fate that led us to him, and i wont squander his life away to Sit in an orphanage. I'll adopt the Boy as my own. It's our tenant to Help anyone in need, correct?" The other Officers, loyal to their commander and trusting of his gut feelings, all agreed to it. "Hah, Guess we all got ourselves a Kid to raise, a true Son of the Sun." "Uggh, Can it Markus." One of the officers, a Female, Turned to Jonah and then the boy. "Well, If we're taking him in, He needs a name. What shall we call the boy, Jonah?" Jonah nods, lifting the boy up against his chest. "He'll be called... Skarin... Skarin of Astora."
Skarin's early Childhood was spent being raised by his dozens of brothers and sisters in the Warriors of Sunlight. The early years were the roughest, His animalistic nature coming out. He Growled and bit, Scratched, Caused a Few problems for Jonah, some that caused a little backlash and words to toss Skarin outside the walls of the city, and Fend for himself. Jonah, always talking things down, Saying "He was Abandoned, Lost, Somehow Surviving the attack that claimed the lives of his parents. He was a child of Fate, And the Orders Tenants were to Help those in need, and be Rolemodels of how people should treat others". That usually quieted the angered members, Not wanting to Disobey the man who led them through so much.
Skarin Mellowed out after age 5, More or less becoming a Playful puppy, and little brother to the knights. Happy to see them come home, Crying when he lost a Brother or sister. Play-wrestling with some off-duty. Around Age 7, He started his formal training to become a member of the Warriors, Learning the Art of the Sword, Receiving an education, Learning about the First Flame, and the Undead Curse, as well as the Gods themselves. Gwyn, Nito, The Witch of Izaleth. As Skarin grew up, He became a Skilled fighter, beating most of the order by age 15, Learning and excelling at their holy magic called "Miracles." He became an Excellent Healer, specializing in ttthe type of magic. Jonah always gave him praise when he excelled, and made sure to correct any mistakes he made along the way.
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When Skarin turned twenty, He formally graduated his training, becoming a Full-fledge Warrior of Sunlight. He helped along Guard duty, taking patrols, fending off Monsters that came too close to Astora. Jonah eventually told him how they found him, In the woods, with the marks of whatever killed his parents out there. His tribe Vanished. Skarin took it upon himself to learn all he can about his Kind, Reading every book in the library on them. Taking his own Jorneys to the Village, and where they found him. He wanted to see others of his kind, find his actual parents, but Jonah, and the Warriors of Sunlight were his actual Family. He remained loyal to them through thick and thin, always there for his brothers and sisters.
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Upon returning from a patrol through the Woods, they took the long way around, going by the orphanage. It was there, Skarin found his first true love. One of the Caretakers for the Children was sat outside as they played, A beautiful Shark-Girl, With Purple and white skin, Raven Hair, and gorgeous Amber colored eyes. He saw her and was immediately lovestruck. She looked back at him, giving him a beautiful smile, and a little wave. Skarin blushed and waved back. He started taking that route every chance he could get, forming a Relationship with the Woman, Who he knew as Velvet. He'd bring her Flowers, Play with the Children on his off-days, and Spending time with his new lover. They formed a bond together, He and Velvet, One night, Leading her to the little home he had, and having a Long, romantic night of Passion.
The Two formally got Engaged, and Skarin couldnt be happier with her. They shared many nights together, fulfilling their lusts and desires with one another, even inviting others to join in the fun. They became inseparable, going to the Local Inn at the end of the day to Drink and be merry, Sing and dance, then go home and make Love to each other. Skarin was as happy as he could be, but unfortunately, it wouldnt last very long.
The First Flame, The flame that Lights the world, and stays off the Darkness, Began to fade. The skies Darkened, and horrid monsters returned to the land. The Curse of the Undead started to Sprout up, A curse that will eventually make the bearer go mad, and turn Hollow. The mark of the Curse was the Darksign, A Legend was fond in Astora, related to the curse,
"Thou who art Undead, art chosen... In thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of Ancient Lords... When thou ringeth the Bell of Awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know..."
It was decided, that in order to save the world, The Warriors of Sunlight would seek out the curse, and fulfil the Prophecy. Skarin, being one of the orders greatest warriors, was chosen to lead the charge, Much to his dismay. He didnt want to leave all he had known and loved, going home that day, and crying in Velvets arms for hours. They would leave in two weeks time, the mission was decreed a Suicide mission, No-one knew what would happen out in the land of Ancient Lords, Lothric. They had to Seek out the curse, and be put into the Undead Asylum. Skarin and Velvet Spent all the time they could together, until the Day Skarin had to leave.
Upon the Day of their Departure, Skarin and Velvet shared one last Hug and Kiss, both looking into Eachother's eyes lovingly. Skarin and velvet both crying and not wanting to leave Eachothers Grasp.
"I'll Come back to you velvet, I swear i will, Nothing will keep me from being in your arms again."
"I know you will my love. Take Care, and go and save the world. For all of us."
They said their final Goodbyes, Skarin leading a group of Twelve men. His closest and most trusted Knights. They became Cursed, Marked by the Darksign, and strode Forth from the Undead Asylum together, Meeting up at the Firelink Shrine, at least, any who managed to Survive. Upon their journey together, to seek the Souls of the Lords, making for the Bell of Awakening, One by One, Skarin's brothers Fell. Either the Horrid beasts took them, Or the Madness of the Curse turned them Hollow. Skarin eventually arriving at the Kiln of the First Flame. Alone, bearing the weight of the World on his shoulders as he strode down the long steps, to the Decrepit God. He Fought and Slew Gwyn, Taking the Final soul he needed. Tired, emotionally drained, and Wanting to go home, He Knelt before the flame, and offered all the souls he had collected to it.
The Flame would be Kindled, It enshrouded Skarin, consuming all the souls he took. Skarin yelled out in pain, as the Flames Seared his flesh and burnt his fur. He eventually passed out, the pain too much. His eyes closed as Darkness took him. He was going to die. His love, Father, Family and friends, He'll never see them again. He let out Tear after tear, as the Darkness took him.
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He Awoke again, this time in a grave. He slowly rose out of it, in a place he didnt recognize. He didnt die? was this the afterlife? He still had his armor, Weapons, the Darksign still burned on his arm. no, He was alive, and somewhere else. He sat up and curled up, Remembering everything the Flame had taken from him. He cried in sorrow for hours, until he had no tears left. He eventually got up, Learning the new land he was in was called Drangleic. a new kingdom that had risen over the old, after the Linking of the flame. The flame was fading once again though, and the Undead were rising once more. When he tried to Explain he was the one that Linked the flame the First time, He was either Spurned as mad, or attacked and called Hollow. Lost in the new world he was in, He had one choice left to do. Link the flame once again. He didnt know why he even bothered. He'd never see the ones He loved again, Never return to the Beautiful forest and city of Astora. Why bother? He didnt know it, but he was starting to turn, to go Hollow.
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He sat at a Bonfire one night, Curled up and sobbing his sorrows. Wanting to end it all. He tried. Letting himself be killed by beasts, Falling off Cliffs. Eachtime, he just returned to the flame again and again. He was losing his humanity. He let out a deep sigh as he curled up next to the fire, When something fell out of his bag. He picked it up, and it was a Heart Shaped Locket. Velvet Gave him the Locket when they left, he remembered. He opened it, to see a Lock of her raven hair behind a Glass pane, and a little Music box in the bottom. He wound it and remembered. The curse had taken some of his memories from him. Upon hearing the Music, Ebbing deep into his memories, He remembered why he fought, Why he sacrificed all he did. He may never see them again, But at least they knew a life without fear and Darkness. He cried that night, holding the locket close as he remembered who he was. Regaining himself, He strode forth, Unto the throne of want, and claimed it, Rekindling the flame once again. He was tired, and done with fighting. He hoped this time would be the last, so he could finally know rest. He closed His eyes once more, as the flames took him. the familiar pain of what happened the first time enshrouded his body, as he prepared for his hopeful, Final rest.
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When next he awoke, a Bell was ringing across an Ashen graveyard. Skarin slowly rising from a grave once more. He sat upwards and looked around. Still alive, Still being tormented by a rest that will never come. He did not cry this time. He crawled out of the grave, and rested against the Unmarked tombstone, curled up into a ball, the horrors and things he had done rolling through his mind. He sat there, unmoving for what felt like forever, the calls of the rising dead rolling over the graveyard. He knew why he was kept being awoken. He had become a Lord of Cinder himself. One being called upon to relink the fire each time it started to fade. Reluctantly, and emotionlessly, he eventually got up, Strolling through the graveyard, starting his journey anew.
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He reached Firelink shrine, the firekeeper greeting him as "Ashen one." His new task was to get the souls of Lords of Cinder, who left their Thrones and failed to do their duty. He set out, Fighting, Slaying, Dying. With little concern for himself now. He fought Carelessly, every emotion he had had been taken from him, Never knowing peace, or rest. Never again will he be able to see his loved ones, Cursed to be a slave of the flame from now on. He fought the Abyss Watchers, Aldritch, Yhorm, The Giant. Collecting their souls and Cinders, placing them on their thrones. There was one more left to claim. The lord of Lothric Himself, who had abandoned his duty.
He arrived and fought his way through Lothric Castle, going to the Highest reaches, entering the Domicile of the last Lord of Cinder. What he found though, made him gasp in shock and horror. THe last Lord of Cinder, was just a boy. Prince Lothric, No more than 17 years old greeted him, atop a Bed-like throne. The Frail, thin boy Looked at him. Calling out to him in a young voice.
"Oh dear... another Dogged contender. Welcome, Unkindled One, Purloiner of Cinders. Mind you, the mantle of lord interest me none. The Fire-linking curse, the Legacy of lords, Let it all Fade into nothing."
His brother, Lorian, a crippled Knight crawled out of the shadows, standing before his brother, amongst the bones of all those who came before Skarin. How could he kill a boy? How? why had fate given him such a gruesome task. He dropped his sword and shield, falling to his knees. Not knowing what to do. Lothric was a little shocked, no-one before had shown such remorse. He bade his brother stay his blade, looking out to him.
"You stay your blade, conflicted. the first out of many. You've done quite enough, Now have your rest, Unkindled one. Sit with me, and let the world fade into nothing."
Skarin silently nodded his head, climbing up to Lothric's throne, Sitting with him for a while. The Prince and him having a quiet Discussion, learning of eachothers story. Lothric was Groomed to be a Lord of CInder, Being experimented on, the proclaimed Heir of Fire, when it was his brother, who slew a demon Lord alone, should have been the one chosen. Lorians tongue had been cut out, and his legs crippled. The brothers threw away their destiny, wanting nothing more than just to sit till the end of everything.
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They talked for what Seems like forever, watching and waiting. It felt wrong for Skarin. Listening to Lothric's attempts to sway him to end the world. He had fought, Died, Cried, and bled for it all, and to just throw it away, He couldnt. With reluctant tears he turned to Lothric. "I cant. I cant just sit here and let everything i've fought and died for fade. Even if the world is dying itself. For the memory of all those i hold dear, I cant let it all be for nothing." They both agreed, Skarin would leave, and the next he returned, there would be no mercy for the other. Skarin left and readied himself, Coming back the next day, although with the Darksign burning in the sky, the sky remained a burning orange Hue, the Pilgrim Butterflies swarming the castle. He re-entered the Throne room of lothric and their Dual begun.
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With Tears in his eyes, and regret in his heart, Skarin slew the two Princes, both of them fading to ash. Before he faded, Lothric said his final Farewell. "Mark my words... You... Remain... amongst... The accursed." As their bodies faded to nothing, Skarin collapsed onto the floor, Tears flowing from his eyes. He cursed the Gods, the flame, everything. "Why, WHY, Why must it be me! What have i done to earn such Torment! I just want to Die... To rest... I'm so tired..." He called out to no-one. Skarin was Tired, Wounded, and Bleeding from his injuries. He wanted Dearly to feel Deaths final loving embrace. He cried and bled till he couldnt cry any longer. He recovered their Cinders and soul eventually, Making his way back to the Shrine, and opening the way to the Kiln of the First Flame. Where his Final challenge awaited.
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He entered the Kiln of the First Flame. a Graveyard of Ash, the Circular arena, at the edge of the world, where the Guardian of the Flame awaited. The culmination of everyone who had linked the flame before him. He drew his blade and shield, Striding forward. The Charred guardian, covered in sooty, melted armor, Drew the Coiled blade from the Fire in the center of the room. Both them striding forward, Skarin letting out a Fierce Yell as they started the final Duel. After Clashing and Fighting one another, He fell the Soul of Cinder, Leaving them Kneeling. The Guardian Glew in flame, Before Changing his weapon into a Fiery rendition of Gwyn's Sword, Adopting his Fighting style. Skarin recognized this, Meeting Gwyn once again in Combat. Remembering everything he had fought for back then. Re-invigorated, He met his foe, Eventually slaying him, as the Guardian fell into ash. Skarin Huffed and bled from his wounds, Falling to the ground after his Duel. He slowly got up, Walking over to the Flame. He did what he knew how to, and Kindled the flame. Wincing as the flames Enshrouded his body. The flames consumed him, Eventually passing out from the Fiery hug of the flame, Falling to the ground, and awaiting the next time he had to awaken.
When he awoke, He was shocked to see he was still in the Kiln of the First Flame. The grey flowers and Ash covering his body. As he regained consciousness, He saw Someone in Dark robes and armor from head to toe before him. He slowly stood up, looking the person over. They gave off a feeling as old and ancient of Time Itself. The being spoke in a Gritty and Old, ethereal Voice.
" Skarin of Astora, Lord of Cinder. You have Done well in your servitude to the flame, and for your world. Your pain and Suffering ends here. I Release you from your Curse, so you may yet Live your life Anew. The First Flame Will forever be apart of you, Enshrouded around your Singed Soul."
The being raised a hand, The glow on his Brand fading, becoming nothing more than a reminder of what he went through. Skarin put a hand to his shoulder, where the brand lay on his body, feeling the burning pain he grew accustomed to fade. He looked at the Being, tears filling his eyes.
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"But where will i go, What will i do! Everyone i knew and love is gone, This world is fading. Now, after all this time, you give me relief?! Who are you!?" He called out. The being standing still as stone, Walking forward as he conjures a Blue, glowing Crystal. handing it to Skarin, and Holding the Coiled Sword.
"Who i am matters not to you. This Crystal shall let you Traverse the worlds like walking through a Forest. It is Limited in power, so Use it Wisely.It will allow you to go Forwards, but never back. Go, Restart your life. Make as your Order Decrees, and Find your very own sun." The being Grips the Coiled Sword, Making it shrink to the size of a Pendant, handing it over.
"Should you have need of the Flame's power, Toss this into a Fire you make, I have Sealed a bit of the First Flame within it. I can not bring back what was taken Thousands of years ago, But find yourself a New life, Skarin of Astora." Skarin took both Gifts, Watching the being as he faded away.
"Fare the well"
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Skarin Sat there, stunned, holding the gifts he was given. He Stood up, holding the Crystal in his hand. He was finally free of the curse that robbed him of everything. The memories of everyone he lost was fresh on his mind. He was given a Second Chance at least. Now, lost without a home. He channels upon the crystal, The crystal's magic activating, whisking him away to New worlds and places, Finally being given the relief he so sorely wanted. He will never forget Velvet, Jonah, His friends and town.
He now travels the new worlds he comes across, Living out the remainder of his life. The Scar on his shoulder, the locket of a Loved one, his armor and Weapons, the only things he has to remind him of his home.
