Elbrekt Arulaq
Age: 25
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 270 Ibs
Homeland: The Azim Steppes
Sexuality: Ace/ straight.
“I Only did what I felt was right. And I was punished for it.”~Elbrekt ArulaqI was born into a tribe of raen in the steppes. from A young age I always felt in tune with nature. Communicating with animals and beasts if the steppe came as second nature to me. I wasn't sure how I was able to do so but I did and nature was the only place I could truly feel at home once upon a time.As I showed this gift so young my father saw an opportunity to exploit my gift. Claiming I was one with the steppes, a true child of Azim. The tribe believed it and began to venerate my family bloodline as direct decendants of Azim. As such my father took full advantage of this situation. Garnering many followers to the cause. Bringing forth so many into his fold who truly believed his false lies. Soon even the leader of our tribe could not be saved my father's ambitions.During our yearly hunts my father ha stayed behind due to a falsified injury to his leg. He had simply pretended it had been injured badly and during their hunt the leader took on a great beast. This beast had his full attention and as he slayed it, from the shade of a nearby Grove flew arrow after arrow. Piercing the leaders body until he fall dead upon the ground beside his fresh kill. My father's followers had successfully staged their coup and my father was immediately placed on the throne. Using me as the krutch thay allowed him to garner influence. By my 10th winter. I had already been made to decide someone's fate and witnessed their execution. A criminal... but one of small nature having taken bread from food stores what were not his own. I watched his family cry upon his beheading.
After years of being the judge and jury to our own people I felt myself grow numb to the violence. To the plight of our people and in time felt their fear of my presence. Whispers of the word freak and butcher echoed in my young mind of only 12 winters. Soon though by my 15th they would Call me a monster. For I was made ro execute the first person I was to judge. For you see each time I looked upon someone who was to be judged I'd either get a strange sensation of tingles in my gut and I would spare them but if I felt nothing. They'd be executed. Or refused medicinal help. Many times in arched families cut down and many times I beheaded men. And all the while I felt empty inside.All that truly brought me any sort of peace. Was seeing the wildlife which I could communicate with. Yols had become quite a kind fellow, I suppose it was because I envied their freedom. One in particular took a liking to me. A young female named Yandola, she was a fair feiend and she had begun to seek her mate hoping to bear offspring soon. I wished her the best. Though these peaces were very rarely granted for one day we went on the hunt. The annual hunt where our leader died the last time. While on this hunt of my 15th winter I came across a very young hatchling yol being attacked by a beast and I saved her. Only for me to discover it was a female named yngola, the daughter of yandola. My dear friend returned and thanked me for saving yngola. But something that would be important down the line would occur. Yngola would grab a nearby ash branch and mark it with her scent handing it back to me. Claiming that so long as I carry that branch, I will be bound to her as allies amd she will help me until one of us passes and I thanked her. Little did I know this was th every last happy moment my life woukd see.
During my 18th winter, I had noticeably changed, grown taller, stronger... more empty. Everyday was like second nature and death was part of life. I'd even begun to cease caring for the animals as I once had. Everything felt empty and meaningless and all I knew was death and destruction. Until we finally came upon the annual hunt where something would change EVERYTHING.
When my father declared the annual hunt I felt it would be normal as every year. We took down many beasts. While leading the hunting party by the end of daylight I noticed two of my men missing. I went out to find them and soon enough I had. They had cornered a young xaela. And as I watched her fear and anguish I felt something in my gut shift. This was no feeling of the call of Azim. But the feeling of something new which I had not felt since childhood, where I would vomit in my quarters after the end of every execution. A feeling of sickness. And soon enough I felt conflicted. As I watched the pairs axes raise I knew I should have done nothing. But before that... my own body moved. And I struck them both down with mt axe. Their blood coating me as I severed their heads and stared at the xaela girl too young to even hunt let alone fight with a cold gaze and gestured for her to run. She obliged and left rhe grave as I heard a familiar voice echo out behind me, a very familiar voice. "Elbrekt... what have you done son!?"
I was taken into my father's throne room, a heavy silence falling upon the room as I knelt down in front of him my head bowed and my heart heavy with the weight of my actions. For this could mean my own death according to our customs. Though this is not what happened. At all.
"Father.. they sought to kill a hatchling" id cry out, my voice pleading with him to see reason. But his empty and spiteful gaze paired with his scornful scowl showed he felt no pity "who cares... she was xaelan... they are nothing but congress in the dirt" he stated with disgust lacing his voice. "She was a child father! She would scarce be able to hold a weapon let alone fend off two male raen soldiers!" He father stood up and screamed loudly and aggressively, his voice booming and echoing through the halls "I DO NOT CARE WETHER SHE COULD OR NOT XAELANS ARE FILTH AND ALWAYS HAVE BEEN! JUST LIKE YOUR WHORE MOTHERS LOVER!" At this revelation i had been stunned into silence. I knew mother had disappeared shortly after inwas born but I knew not why. To hear this made me concerned that father was the perpetrator. "I only did what I thought was right father..." the old man stared at me. He was clearly unfeeling and a monster in skin. "Normally the punishment for two murders is death... but... I shall settle on something else... since you have given much to this tribe." I knelt there my heart sinking to empty as I heard this. And soon enough.. he spoke my punishment. "Banishment... take him away..." and with that I was yanked to my feet and as I watched my father's back turned I called out in desperation "FATHER!!!" and before I knew it. I was tossed from the seat of Azim.
Alone and wandering the lands, I knew not where to go. So I wandered the outskirts of the steppes. The seat of Azim forever out of my reach. Soon though fate had benefitted me. As I still help the branch of ash gifted to me my Yngola. As I held it I approached the place that yngola had first met me and as I did I felt the rush of wind as she landed in front of me and leaned down to nuzzle me with her beak and her eyes showed joy to see me once again. As we did I asked if she would accompany me in some manner for a time. And she agreed.
For 7 long years after my 18th winter me and Yngola had wandered the lands as allies. Seeing near and far. I'd become quite traversed and seen lands from the forests of the shroud to the highlands of coerthas. I found peace among nature once again..and despite hearing the call of Azim to Thai day I have grown to think for myself. I learned to make judgements based upon what I felt was right. Though still I feel nothing when in the presence eof others. Only yngola and other animals I have come to be around have truly given me solace in life. But perhaps that can change.
"unto the dawn I march, unto the ends I seek the fulfillment of emotion, yet still I find little to none"
"I seek feeling, yet all I find is more emptiness... except in one man who has earned my respect. And ge has pointed me somewhere I might seek similar connection In others whom he has placed his own faith"
Thus far though, I have met one man whom I can respect. A man who wields a blade with strange powder that ignites in fire. A hyur as the locals call them of the name austrwx Van-argus. Though he dis not speak to me of his past, his eyes show a deep pain of loss and suffering that perhaps even I can comprehend. I learn under him and he has had me seek out a group whom he has made a contract with in order to seek answers to wether or not I might feel again. Here is hoping for my future.
"I push ever forward, ever seeking more adventure and more knowledge of the lands and hope one day I might find my own family once more."