Sir Elya Xasus IV
Prince Elya (Means Elephant in common human tongue) Xasus (Means enlightned in ancient human tongue) (a.k.a. Pirate Prince)
"A Prince in my little woods, now who would have forseen this rather, unexpected visit." The Witch smirked gleefully from where she sat, by a small mosscovered oaken table, infront of Elya. The prince was bound to the chair by iron-clad wristlocks while the Witch herself sat with one leg resting across the other while she gently let it swing back and forth in mocking manner. Her adorned green dress of leaves and twigs, along with the morgue makeup of human blood coating her face gave the Witch an intimidating look. "How come royal filth has sunk so low they take up a peasants craft." The Witch twirled her fingers in an expression of disgust at the word royal, short before she commanded a dosen daggers made out of ornate root and cold steel to float up in the air and be held aloft. She raised her nature coated gloves from the table and the mystical powers within the handles of the sharp blades started to point at the Prince as he opened his mouth. "What craft?" He said in a voice that lacked emotion, while he fearlessly stared the woman into her eyes with a gaze so cold that even the iron that kept him stuck in the chair seemed to freeze with the now chilling air. The Witch didn't feel the cold, yet glared back at Elya as hatred and sadism flickered passionately in her eyes. "Don't play a foolish little princeling with me, -Witch-Hunter-. I know your kin too well" she had snarled the title in the manner a mad wolf which caused Elya to respond with a wicked smile and a shiver. He now felt his body cool down. He took a peek at the smoking fireplace, the flames flickered and gasped for breath as they died down, slowly. It didn't bother him. "I'm an Occult-Hunter." He answered as the ice around the iron bonds started to thaw swiftly, and a small trail of steam traveled upwards. The woman took no notice as she opened her blood-red lips to speak again. "Witch-Hunter, Occult-hunter, is there really any difference to what silly title you play around with?" The Witch let out a bored yawn before she smelled the vapour and felt the cold creep into the nature invaded room. The Witch sneered at the mans attempt when she noticed something was not right. After taking a good look at the man's wrists and witnessing the condensation of water from the ice-coated bars trail up and obscure Elya's face, she swiftly took action. The Witch sent the daggers forward, aiming for Elya as he tore himself out of the chains that simply shattered and splintered into little metal shards. In the same motion he kicked of the chair and hurled the table up as a wall, protecting him from the hail of knives that sunk into the carpentry. Before the Witch had time for second thoughts she stood face to face with the man's blunderbuss. Her face now filled with tears from fear and hatered. "Difference are, -we- acctualy succeed". Any future begging from the Witch was cut short by the infamous ring of gunpowder.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Born by the Emperors wife into an era of peace, Elya was taught early about politics, academics and leadership by masters from all over the world. Yet even for his fathers wealth and fame, he was never taught the way of the sword and lacked any form of combat experience.
It never bothered him, Elya never knew violence in his early age, safe behind palace walls in a blossoming and peacefull city, within a country were even the peasants lived decent enough lives. There was no reason for him to take up arms, atleast not yet.
One day, without warning. The elves mounted an attack against the city on his twelfth birthday. He was given a book by his father before the Royal guard along with the Court Mystican took him away forcibly as Dark Elven assassins stormed the birthday-party. He saw his own father, the emperor, slain by their blades, along with many of the guards. He knew fighting back was pointless, even if the soldiers would manage to purge the assassins the elven army would still butcher them like lambs.
Elya ran away with a last look at his father, dying on a pile of the dosen assassins he singlehandedly slain. He should have broken down completly, but it was then he first felt it. His noble blood, the most condenced of yellow blood, so strong within him it turned golden.
Once he successfully escaped the temple, he took command of the soldiers and civilians who had survived the assassin squadron. Along with Fredwald the Mystican and the time his father had won him, he managed to lead his people trough a successfull battle of the city, scouring the houses, temples, guilds and even prisons to liberate his people and have them join him on their exodus. All the while his tactics caused the elven strikes defeat after defeat until they reached the docks.
The full elven force had by now broken through the last city defences and managed to catch up with the large group of people. trapped and sheep for slaughter, or so they thought.
The Royal charged to face the elven threat as Fredwald using his mystical abilities powered up the "King of the skies" a prototype ship that trough regulating the temperature of chemicals in a couple massive balloons could take to air.
With the sacrifice of his father, and the royal guards, Sir Elya Xasus and his people were the first to use an airborne vechile, as they managed to escape with the prototype along with devestating the elven dragon-riders, almost wiping their force out completly.
Time flew past after this event and Elya soon found himself of twenty years age. This was when he met the group who would help him reclaim his kingdom. They consisted of Arathon Caras, Erök son of Eyrigg, Augaphantus, Dragan, Fredwald and Ophelia Duskblade.
Togheter they battled trough the elven armies and Orochen/Taurus hordes to stabilize their broken world, when they by accident came by a secret plot. The collapse.
After battling the mastermind behind the collapse, and winning a pyrrhic victory, Elya formed the Occult Hunters Guild along with Ophelia where they now act in secret to reclaim dangerous artifacts from the gods and battle deadly monsters and individuals who'd seek to take adventage from the changes made during the collapse.
Education
Trained in Politics, Academics and Leadership by several masters comming from all over the world, Elya became a master of mathematics, diplomacy and leading armies. Along with criminals he saved during the siege of his city, he was taught the ways of sabres and pistols by pirates, along with stealth, thievery and intel-gathering by thieves. By sheer determination and the guidance of Captain Pyrebeard he learned to use his flying vessel and lead guerilla strikes.
Most importantly, Fredwald and his father's book taught him about his blood. He learned how to control his inborne abilities to control the temperature around his near surroundings and cast lesser mystical abilities of frost and fire.
Employment
Feeling the desert sun bite on his skin every day, Elya found his first employment as far from a royal he could get. With a mix of his old friends and freed criminals Elya soon found himself turned into a skyborne pirate. Through raid after raid on Elven forces and villages he plundered, slaid and smuggled his way into their infamy, while hope and resistance grew inside his own people. He took from oppressors and gave to the oppressed in search for a larger cause. Little did he know he had sown the seed of his own beggining.
As the legend of the Pirate Prince grew, his blood-line unravel throughout the common lands of Arcathia. By inspiration from his allies, Elya returned to the Golden Court were he successfully united the splintered human factions of Barrkad, Zarawak, Diestria and Nordmark into the Ysandrian Empire. Now with the might of massive cannons, terrifying warbeasts, royal cavalary and blood-thirsty zealots he drove the elven forces out of the human kingdoms, all the way back to their own capital and into the elven empress throne-room, yet at grevious costs on both sides.
At his mercy, Empress Mirvaél Silverstride explained the reason of her acting and why she had attacked the Human Empire. Something which made her realize far too late what devestation her misstake had brought. Both sides had fallen victim of a secret plot by an ancient enemy. Working in secret as the two forces that could defeat them had battled each others.
Learning of the comming darkness, Sir Elya Xasus IV and Lady Mirvaél Silverstride had no options but to allie, lest they wanted their whole world torn asunder. Yet the master behind the plot proved far to strong anything Elya had seen or heard before, except one legend.
In the scripts of his dead fathers book, Elya had read about the first of the Xasus. The human God Patriarch who had batteled his enemy before. Thus, leaving him no option but to gamble with himself, about becoming a hero or a monster.
With his newfound powers, he managed to save the world from complete collapse, yet the damage the collapse had succeeded with proved irreversible, for atleast a thousand years forward. Much of the middle land was devestated, changed, turned into something from out of this world, while opening up a rift to another, which had vile forces spew out and change the face of Mysticism forever.
Elya realized his victory was but a small one. Along with that knowledge and the fear of his own powers and what it could turn him into, he resigned his post as emperor to the leading blood-line of Barrkad, while he also gave up most of his powers to protect the world he loves.
He went back to being a Pirate Prince, except this time he didn't plunder or smuggle. Along with his good friend Ophelia Duskblade they started up a secret organization within the Dark Elves realm, inside the Shadow-wood.
It didn't take long before they became infamous to those who'd seek to harness the dark powers and endanger the common lands. Now they are feared as the Occult Hunters Guild and along with The Blackbloods and Dragan's expediton they seek to protect and uncover their world. And maybe one day, return it as it was meant to be.
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Honorary & Occupational Titles
Prince, Pirate, Emperor and currently Occult-Hunter
Professions
Year of Birth
1420 UP
449 Years old
Birthplace
The Empire
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Current Residence
Crow's Mountains
Eyes
Chestnut brown, Large and friendly.
Hair
Curly and dark.
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tanned
Height
1.7m
Weight
58kg
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