Male born from a rough childhood, all he can remember was a large group of sergal warriors under a banner, he was nothing but a child yet they shown no remorse while ripping an eye out to hear his scream.

Barely escaped alive, he and many Nevrean survivors learned to survive as a broken family. Nowhere to go they build a new home, a simple large house to welcome all inside.

While growing up, one of the elder survivor crafted musical instrument for all to use , cheer them up in these dark times . Thus how their band of merry musician was born. He told them a rumor about a city far away from here in the desert that would be the perfect place to be safe and begin a new life, some volunteer raised their hands to seek this city and come back with either confirmation it existed or not. After a few months they had to accept that none survived, or they found the place, were so amazed by it they forgot about their family waiting for the news. They would find out soon as they had to flee once more as a creature broke into the house and attempted to snatch anything it could grab away.


While travelling, music were the only thing keeping them away from grim reality, Until the day another beast almost devour them all, saved by the kin they feared the most, they had no choice but to ask her aid to reach a safe location, Gold ring.

The lady was a Sergal and while many were unable to sleep at her presence first, they slowly accepted her as she asked to join them in musical harmony, while their fear slowly went away, Zyr did not . His young age and the pain he suffered were too great to forgive a sergal so quickly.


it all changed when they reached destination the merry band slowly broke apart, the discrimination against them tore their passion. Some lived as beggars playing music for table scrap, while others quit and attempted to earn a job, or simply sell their own body as slaves. he who did not forgive the sergals for what they did, was now alone in a city full of them, and they did not come to him for a nice greeting, many tried to bribe him to become their private toy which he refused.

When a group of robbers of his own kin tried to mug him, beat him as he tried to keep what little currency he had, he was saved once again by the lady who traveled with them. The only one of their kin who stood up for him , the only one it seems he could trust in this broken world after all,
Her name is Takimura and both decided to leave, traveled together to either find a better home or attempt to make the gloom of the world disappear with music.

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Im still rusty but here's my first nevrean oc from my new begining with vilous. I plan to make another one so its a trio travelling the land, hopefully his lore aint too broken im still rusty. After all i am trying to make them fit more into the world than what i did before.


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Nevrean belongs to  mick39