Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 14, 2007 0:11:55 GMT -5
Name: Gavin Hales
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Time at TMA: 6 years
Class: Bard
Race: Sidhe
Weapon info: cuid mhor- a silver flute of Fae craftsmanship the releases the one of the purest sounds known to man and when played correctly infuses that sound with hypnotizing magic that's impossible to resist, making one bend to his will and dance.
Special Abilities: He's a master at hypnotic spells and illusions as well as many other types of things that he can conjure through his flute.
Background: In the land of Tír Na Nóg there are two courts, one widely considered good, and one widely considered evil- Seelie and Unseelie. Both have thier own deviants but this tale focuses on the Seelie where there was a dissatisfied prince sitting in a meadow, in his lap was silver flute. Not steel, never anything steel of course.
He narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the sky, he had two brothers and he happened to fall into the position of the middle child. His elder brother was learning now, one day to become king when their father either died or resigned and his younger brother was off as was expected of him. He was given a púca mount so that he would set off on his adventures and quests with several of his most trusted friends in the court. The middle child had nothing expected of him and no role set before him for his life, he was the extra. Gavin leaned backward and fell into the grass with a tired sigh.
But in that moment an idea was born unto his mind that made a slight smile crack in his expression, he would have the position of crowned prince. A brilliant trick that made him laugh at it's brilliance and that night he set out, having persuaded a púca to assist him and he swiftly went accross the land, coming to the site he sought. There on the ground was a feild of flowers slowly opening thier petals, a sight that no other being had seen for thousands of years- for that was the length of time it took for them to reach a state to bloom. He picked a handful of those flowers, locking them in such an opened position and put them in his satchel, returning back to the palace that night. Nobody had noticed his absence.
A poison he posessed now, potent enough to kill any man, but to only make a sidhe appear dead for three days which was all he did need, because on the fifth day at sunset the pyre would be lit and assuredly his brother would have awakened by that time and he would be given the title of crowned prince- he was the next in line after his brother.
"Brother, some wine for a dry throat?" came the question easily, as if Gavin had demoted himself to the role of a servant, and inside he was delighted when his brother took the goblet and drank from it, then- too late realizing something was wrong, most likely in the taste of the wine and he looked towards Gavin, already aware of what had been done. He collapsed from his seat and fell to the ground as if dead.
It took moments for the people to realize what had happened and Gavin held his brother's body in his arms, frantically looking to the people in a false confusion and sorrow. His brother knew who had poisoned him, but it did not matter because the crowned prince would be immune to the punishment warrented.
It was two days later when he was called to see his father concerning the matters of the new crowned prince. "My son, I'm s-"
"I know the duties, my king and I will take them up in only the hopes that I will fulfill them as my brother had." He spoke the words sincerely and with excitement churning in his veins. Everything had gone according to his plan.
"I was going to say that I was sorry... but your younger brother will become king when I'm gone." The king of the Seelie Court spoke the words, looking towards his son, expecting him to accept the ruling as it was expected of everyone to recieve their king's rulings.
"But you can't do this! I was next in line!" He protested in an outrage, "I was supposed to be king, your majesty!"
"Now listen, I will admit that you are a very talented son of mine, but the Seelie Court needs to be lead by their kings, not their minstrels. Your younger brother has proven himself to be more than capable at fighting the Unseelie Court and I'm sorry but you will not be king." explaining this to his son was obviously difficult and one could see the toll already taken from him at the death of the firstborn.
"This is an outrage!" he shouted, narrowing his eyes venemously at his father, "It should be me!" he tightened his hands into fists, looking towards the high king of the Seelie Court before storming from the room before his tongue betrayed him further. It would be his younger brother who took the throne he had so wanted. The coronation would be held as tradition dictated it, the day preceding the funeral of the former crowned prince.
That night Gavin looked upon his brother with jealousy that did boil in his veins, his brother becoming the crowned prince and that position having danced past him. The people were aware of this and they watched the middle son with a curiosity. He was the son who was not good enough, it seemed. Such an insult! "Brother..." his younger sibling said with a guilty smile, "Perhaps you would appreciate this ring?" he asked, the ring borne of magics that were old and deep, belonging to the prince who would one day assume the throne, though it was not as important a symbol as the crown that the younger sibling wore. Begrudgingly Gavin accepted it, slipping it onto his finger with a frown.
The day the funeral pyre was made, it was tall and grand and creatures came from every place to see the prince. Deaths were rare and deaths in the royal family still even more rare, so everyone was sure to attend, the massive funeral pyre formed so that it was several stories high, the body taken to it's top and Gavin rushed forth from the palace, his footsteps fast and worried, they were to light the pyre and his brother was not truly dead! He would be punished for what he had done, assuredly but it did not mean that such a punishment would be too harsh because indeed he was a prince, being of noble blood would soften the return blow to himself.
His brother didn't seem to think so.
Awakening furiously, trying to shake the grogginess from his bones as his hands were formed into fists, standing on his own funerary pyre he glared at his brother who wore the ring of the crowned prince, "What is it you think you've done! The King will see his mistake and take the throne from you." he said, fury in his voice. What his own brother had done was treason.
He swung an angry fist at his brother, Gavin and in a retaliation the traitor punched back, not thinking of the ring on his finger, piercing into his brother where it made contact. The former crowned prince's skin and body turned to cold, hard stone, tumbling to the ground off the pyre and shattering into a thousand pieces on the earth below. Now, Gavin had actually killed his brother and he stood there in shock, the entire kingdom looking on at the sight, all of the Seelie Court was witness to his actions.
And that was how he was banned from Tir na nOg, forced to pay a tithe of silver, gold, or souls every seventh year in order to keep his youth. The only way to regain entrance was to have a mortal soul fall in love with him, knowing fully what he was and what he had done, and then have him leave that person to return to his homeland. He could stay and forever have his heart pining for home, or he could leave and forever have his heart pining for lost love. There seemed to be no way to win such a situation.
Physical Description: Gavin wears a long, light tan leather jacket that goes down to his ankles, large boots envelop his feet and his clothes are far from actually fitting him since they're immensly too large for him and yet still he maintains the ability to look tidy and pulled together. His eyes are similar to two drops of fine absinthe and seem to be able to just pool you into the already large group of people that trust him. His smile is kind as well though it's rarely seen since Gavin is rarely ever happy- more so simply contented.
Students: Rhyme, Siobhan
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Time at TMA: 6 years
Class: Bard
Race: Sidhe
Weapon info: cuid mhor- a silver flute of Fae craftsmanship the releases the one of the purest sounds known to man and when played correctly infuses that sound with hypnotizing magic that's impossible to resist, making one bend to his will and dance.
Special Abilities: He's a master at hypnotic spells and illusions as well as many other types of things that he can conjure through his flute.
Background: In the land of Tír Na Nóg there are two courts, one widely considered good, and one widely considered evil- Seelie and Unseelie. Both have thier own deviants but this tale focuses on the Seelie where there was a dissatisfied prince sitting in a meadow, in his lap was silver flute. Not steel, never anything steel of course.
He narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the sky, he had two brothers and he happened to fall into the position of the middle child. His elder brother was learning now, one day to become king when their father either died or resigned and his younger brother was off as was expected of him. He was given a púca mount so that he would set off on his adventures and quests with several of his most trusted friends in the court. The middle child had nothing expected of him and no role set before him for his life, he was the extra. Gavin leaned backward and fell into the grass with a tired sigh.
But in that moment an idea was born unto his mind that made a slight smile crack in his expression, he would have the position of crowned prince. A brilliant trick that made him laugh at it's brilliance and that night he set out, having persuaded a púca to assist him and he swiftly went accross the land, coming to the site he sought. There on the ground was a feild of flowers slowly opening thier petals, a sight that no other being had seen for thousands of years- for that was the length of time it took for them to reach a state to bloom. He picked a handful of those flowers, locking them in such an opened position and put them in his satchel, returning back to the palace that night. Nobody had noticed his absence.
A poison he posessed now, potent enough to kill any man, but to only make a sidhe appear dead for three days which was all he did need, because on the fifth day at sunset the pyre would be lit and assuredly his brother would have awakened by that time and he would be given the title of crowned prince- he was the next in line after his brother.
"Brother, some wine for a dry throat?" came the question easily, as if Gavin had demoted himself to the role of a servant, and inside he was delighted when his brother took the goblet and drank from it, then- too late realizing something was wrong, most likely in the taste of the wine and he looked towards Gavin, already aware of what had been done. He collapsed from his seat and fell to the ground as if dead.
It took moments for the people to realize what had happened and Gavin held his brother's body in his arms, frantically looking to the people in a false confusion and sorrow. His brother knew who had poisoned him, but it did not matter because the crowned prince would be immune to the punishment warrented.
It was two days later when he was called to see his father concerning the matters of the new crowned prince. "My son, I'm s-"
"I know the duties, my king and I will take them up in only the hopes that I will fulfill them as my brother had." He spoke the words sincerely and with excitement churning in his veins. Everything had gone according to his plan.
"I was going to say that I was sorry... but your younger brother will become king when I'm gone." The king of the Seelie Court spoke the words, looking towards his son, expecting him to accept the ruling as it was expected of everyone to recieve their king's rulings.
"But you can't do this! I was next in line!" He protested in an outrage, "I was supposed to be king, your majesty!"
"Now listen, I will admit that you are a very talented son of mine, but the Seelie Court needs to be lead by their kings, not their minstrels. Your younger brother has proven himself to be more than capable at fighting the Unseelie Court and I'm sorry but you will not be king." explaining this to his son was obviously difficult and one could see the toll already taken from him at the death of the firstborn.
"This is an outrage!" he shouted, narrowing his eyes venemously at his father, "It should be me!" he tightened his hands into fists, looking towards the high king of the Seelie Court before storming from the room before his tongue betrayed him further. It would be his younger brother who took the throne he had so wanted. The coronation would be held as tradition dictated it, the day preceding the funeral of the former crowned prince.
That night Gavin looked upon his brother with jealousy that did boil in his veins, his brother becoming the crowned prince and that position having danced past him. The people were aware of this and they watched the middle son with a curiosity. He was the son who was not good enough, it seemed. Such an insult! "Brother..." his younger sibling said with a guilty smile, "Perhaps you would appreciate this ring?" he asked, the ring borne of magics that were old and deep, belonging to the prince who would one day assume the throne, though it was not as important a symbol as the crown that the younger sibling wore. Begrudgingly Gavin accepted it, slipping it onto his finger with a frown.
The day the funeral pyre was made, it was tall and grand and creatures came from every place to see the prince. Deaths were rare and deaths in the royal family still even more rare, so everyone was sure to attend, the massive funeral pyre formed so that it was several stories high, the body taken to it's top and Gavin rushed forth from the palace, his footsteps fast and worried, they were to light the pyre and his brother was not truly dead! He would be punished for what he had done, assuredly but it did not mean that such a punishment would be too harsh because indeed he was a prince, being of noble blood would soften the return blow to himself.
His brother didn't seem to think so.
Awakening furiously, trying to shake the grogginess from his bones as his hands were formed into fists, standing on his own funerary pyre he glared at his brother who wore the ring of the crowned prince, "What is it you think you've done! The King will see his mistake and take the throne from you." he said, fury in his voice. What his own brother had done was treason.
He swung an angry fist at his brother, Gavin and in a retaliation the traitor punched back, not thinking of the ring on his finger, piercing into his brother where it made contact. The former crowned prince's skin and body turned to cold, hard stone, tumbling to the ground off the pyre and shattering into a thousand pieces on the earth below. Now, Gavin had actually killed his brother and he stood there in shock, the entire kingdom looking on at the sight, all of the Seelie Court was witness to his actions.
And that was how he was banned from Tir na nOg, forced to pay a tithe of silver, gold, or souls every seventh year in order to keep his youth. The only way to regain entrance was to have a mortal soul fall in love with him, knowing fully what he was and what he had done, and then have him leave that person to return to his homeland. He could stay and forever have his heart pining for home, or he could leave and forever have his heart pining for lost love. There seemed to be no way to win such a situation.
Physical Description: Gavin wears a long, light tan leather jacket that goes down to his ankles, large boots envelop his feet and his clothes are far from actually fitting him since they're immensly too large for him and yet still he maintains the ability to look tidy and pulled together. His eyes are similar to two drops of fine absinthe and seem to be able to just pool you into the already large group of people that trust him. His smile is kind as well though it's rarely seen since Gavin is rarely ever happy- more so simply contented.
Students: Rhyme, Siobhan
