Family History
Mr. Falvion
Lived in Era 44, got 0 heir(s) and was a member of The Casino
I was one of the two children in my family due to serve in the army under the rule of our tyrannical king, Demias. Every thirteen years his army comes around the country of Aldeon searching for more "infidel" to serve his army. I, Falvion was chosen to serve. My family was surprisingly from royal descent. We've escaped our duties and lived a simple life among the plans as a nomadic family. My father was the crown prince of neighboring country Caridia, and my mother a Duke's daughter. After the king Demias invaded our country and slaughter all of our kin my father decided a cowardly act. He fled with my mother into the very country that attacked his and left his army as scapegoats to give my family time to escape. Ever since then I've kept a secret hatred for my father and a greater hatred for Demias for forcing my father to do such a thing. Over the years I have trained my self in the neighboring woods on the plains hunting wild game with makeshift bows and arrows and the special blade my father acquired on the trip to the plains. Now thirteen years after that awful day here I stand now awaiting the king's army to take me away.
Days after they took me from my parents we stopped at another village. They kept me in the back of the caravan pulled by horses. I sat quietly in the back with nothing but the blade my father gave me and my bow and arrows. The imprint of what happened was still fresh in my mind. The soldiers grabbed me and my mother quickly ran up to bring me back. My father unsheathed his sword and told them to back away from me. The soldiers laughed and pushed my mother to the ground. My father jumped up and slashed the soldier to my left. I ran to the fire where both my bow and arrows were and my mother lying unconscious. Behind me my father valiantly fought off soldier after soldier maiming each one that step towards him. After holding back a tear for a second I jabbed one of my arrows into a coal in the fire and let fly. Striking a man in the heart, the soldiers realized how bad this had become. They swarmed my father to the ground killing him and threw a spear at my unconscious mother. The only two things I had in the world were gone and it was my fault for not going in quietly. When they walked me away, they laughed and threw my fathers sword to me saying that they might as well give the stuff that belonged to me and pushed me into the caravan. I cried myself to sleep that night and the next morning everything changed.
After picking up some new kids for the army the caravan stopped. Yelling and commotion was here in the front and suddenly a person with a banner came inside and pulled us out. The soldiers holding us "hostage" were n the ground dead and a new group stood in front of me. Later I learned that they were members of a rebellious kingdom called the Reaping. They obtain all the weak and imprisoned and train them on how to fight with scythes and take down world powers. When I joined I was only a lowly soldier. As more missions I had succeeded on the more powerful I gained in rank. As my rank grew also my appearance. I had a more dark stare and shadows always seemed to cloak me. Light rejected me and soon all life did. When our leader died, I became the new leader chosen to bring our people and train them in preparation for the Armageddon...