Age Twenty Six Ω Born Under Black Dragon Ω Calling Knight Ω
Eyes Corrupted / Blue Ω Hair Black / Dyed Red Ω Height Six Three Ω
OTROVAI'S life started out as any other, he was born, the major difference was as it always is the circumstance. He was born into a cursed family and a cursed life, surrounded by crazed killers and misguided fools who sought to change their ultimate fate. He Was of course going to be little different, or at least that is what many of his family beleived.
Otrovai was Primarily raised by his grandfather, his mother having wide fits of Manic euphoria or deep bouts of depression that lasted weeks. She was one of many Aoire's who could not control their lives anymore than one could control, the seasons or the weather. The Aoire curse was taught to Otrovai from a young age.. When he came home crying becuase some other kids ran screaming from him when he went outside to play.
The Aoire Family Were once part of the Order of Delphe knights that guard and protect Calpheon. However there was a branch of the family that were scholars, or so it appeared on the surface. They were in fact Sorceresses and dark Wizards, who kept these things secret even from the rest of the family. Using the family name and money to gain access to things lost and forgotten.
A few of these scholars took some of the younger but skilled Knights of the family and said they had discovered a way to grant the blessing of Elion.. This was to be their doom. The Knights were strapped down to tables and Each began to be craved into with ritual knives as black energy was summoned and poured into their blood.
There is nothing written down aabout the experiment that can be found.. only the result can be seen in every member of the Aoire family.. the corrupted black and red energy swirling in their eyes deep and consuming enough they should be blind but yet they still see.. and see more than they should.
OTROVAI managed to find work on a farm.. Not long after his grandfather had passed. His grandfather had always taguht him to be kind and never to judge anyone for their reactions to his appearance, it was human nature to fear the strange. He Encouraged otrovai to be a better man and to try where he had failed. Otrovai's Grandfather had come the closest to truly defeating the Darkness inside the Aoire blood but even so.. he was not normal.
Otrovai worked on the farm, keepiing to himself and the horses mostly.. But Some of the other farm hands started talking.. As people do about the strange red eyed demon boy and what he might be doing to the horses. Talking to them all day like they were his freinds, what if he was casting a spell on them.
He was trapped when he woke that night, strapped down to his own bed by ropes and his head being held in place by the hands of a giant worker. The one who sat on his chest had most of his face covered but the tatto needles couldnt be hidden. They held him down for hours as the man forcibly carved a tatoo into his face one that drew more attention to his eyes and made him look like a demon.
When they were done.. They dumped the remainder of the ink into his hair and left him tied down in the bed until morning. The one who found him was the form owner who had come to see why he wasnt with the horses working. He set otrovai free and sent him away from the farm for his own safety.
IT Had been years now since he had been forced to take that tatoo, forced to live a marked life. He made his meager way by getting work training horses under the guise of a disfigured man who kept his face covered in rags when he dealt with farmers and ranchers. it was a tiring and haggard life but he was raised humbly so was used to meager food and could get used to sleeping in horse stalls.
As he was trudging through the streets of Calpheon he stepped upon a small flyer tracked and beaten into the dirt. He picked it up and began reading. His grandfather having left him the training of a proper knight and a Sword, that training included how to read. The Details of the Flyer were vague but the points of interest to Otrovai were not.
It was through this Flyer that he became a Member of the Calpheon Eagle Regiment. Not yet a Knight but a Guardsman and Warrior of the Calpheon Army. He was finally on his way to making his famil name mean something again!
HOWEVER The darkness that resides deep within hiim is surging once more. Bringing out his darkest tendancies. Urges and desires that he has always had, things that were borne to him that were subdued byy his grandfathers teachings but never truly destroyed. Tasting the warm blood from his blade after a fresh kill, taking whatever girl he happens to fancy at the moment wherever they might be.. Tavern, Courthouse.. Side of the road.
Otrovai Retreats to dark places when these urges come alive.. The Illusions that a kindly women has placed on his eyes Waver in those moments and he feels.. Alive somehow moreso than usual, more powerful.. in those moments he feels like a whole creature finally but can never let them take over. He knows that to learn to control these urges while still in that place is the goal, but what would happen if he looses that fight?