Arkyn Faraway

Douse the flame of hope

Arkyn Lazarus Varyion, a man forged from the shadows of Yvellia’s past, stood tall at 6’4, with a presence that demanded attention. His long black hair, braided neatly but thick like a lion’s mane, framed a face marked by both strength and sorrow. At his sides, two swords hung, one with a hilt so ornate that the eagle carved into the pommel seemed almost alive, wings spread before a blazing sun. A black cloak billowed behind him, the steel plate and leather armor beneath it designed for both grace and function. Around his neck, a chain held a steel shield pendant, etched with the image of a dragon. But the most striking features were his eyes—deep purple, flecked with dark blue, eyes that seemed to carry the weight of both the world and his past.
Born in the royal citadel of Yvellia, Arkyn was the child of a tyrannical queen and a drow slave. His mother, Queen Mavis Vaterna Varyion, ruled with an iron fist, while his father, Ilas Faraway, was little more than a shadow in her palace, a slave forced into the depths of the Yvellian mines. His bloodline was one of tragedy, marked by the cruelty of his grandfather, Titus the Second, who had erased all of Arkyn’s family to solidify his reign. Raised in the royal court as little more than an object.
Arkyn learned early that power and honor were a deadly game. Yet, it was Ophelia, his mother’s chief bodyguard, who showed him tenderness in the dark corners of the palace. She was the one who taught him swordplay, the one who had whispered his true name to him.... Arkyn, after a king who had once raised his kingdom to greatness.

"Murder is not the question, it's the solution"

— Arkyn Faraway

At the tender age of 12, Arkyn’s world shattered when Ophelia, the only person who had ever shown him kindness, was brutally executed by his mother. She had been crucified in the palace courtyard, and Arkyn was forced to watch, his heart burning with grief and rage. In a moment of defiance, Arkyn carved an oath into his skin, an unholy declaration of vengeance and power that marked the beginning of his dark path. Fleeing into the wilderness, Arkyn wandered until he encountered the Iron Dragons, a band of rebels led by the elderly dwarf Vladdin. Under their tutelage, Arkyn found a new sense of belonging, but the weight of his past never left him.
Years passed, and Arkyn grew stronger, honing his skills as both a warrior and a man of ambition. He had one goal: to gain enough power to overthrow his mother and the tyrannical rule she represented. But while the rebellion against Yvellia’s rule brewed, Arkyn’s heart remained conflicted. He had come to respect the Yvellian people, their artistry in crafting weapons and armor, and their dedication to honor. Yet, he could never forget the scar of his past—the exploitation, the slavery, and the tyrannical control that twisted their culture. Magic, too, had become a part of the Yvellian way, but Arkyn knew it was more than just a tool for the people. There were whispers of dark forces at play, forces tied to his mother’s ambitions.
Now, at 31, Arkyn had left the Iron Dragons, seeking to build his own legacy. He wandered, a man who had known both love and loss, glory and suffering. He was driven by ambition, determined to be the man his fallen mentor, Ophelia, and the aging Vladdin could be proud of. But the world was not as simple as he had once believed. There were secrets buried in the lands of Yvellia, secrets that even Arkyn had yet to uncover. The magic that fueled the nation was not as innocent as it seemed, and the rebellion he had once hoped to lead was part of a much darker game. Little did Arkyn know, his mother’s tyrannical rule was far from over, and the puppet strings that held the nation in place were not as easily severed.
As he ventured further from his homeland, Arkyn found himself at a crossroads—torn between his quest for vengeance and the desire to live a life free from the chains of his past. But no matter where he went, the specter of Yvellia followed him, its dark secrets threatening to consume him whole. The road ahead was unclear, and Arkyn’s destiny remained shrouded in the shadows of his bloodline.