Basil Follen

Basil Follen is a commoner currently residing in Farmington a city in the Aellonsyrdom of Lutum a part of the nation of Anglunia. 
Basil appears shy at first but aren't above the occasional dry quip. They have an insistent need to prove themself to be useful which can be mistaken for ambition but more to be seen as not a burden. They are fiercely loyal to Lutum for taking them under their wing. 
== Biography ==
=== Early life ===
Basil was born in a tiny town on the coast of the continent of Haven of Rathnir. As a child he never got to meet his parents according to their aunt and primary caregiver at the time his father died shortly after he was born and his mother heartbroken left him in her care. Basil and his aunt's relationship was distant at best and cold on bad days. The fact that she saw his hybrid feature and eye more as defects only soured her feelings toward him. He was a mouth to feed that she had never wanted. 
After an incident where Basil overheard his aunt refer to him as a burden they were overwhelmed and ran away from home at the age of 12. They went crawling back to the place they ever knew by the end of the second week.When they entered their small cottage there were no relieved tears not even a scolding. Just a cold glance and a clinical acknowledgement they were back. Basil left the next week for good. They stowed away on a merchant's ship and unbeknownst to them to Eldham. 
After getting chased off by the merchants they wandered the lands taking odd jobs that would tide them over to the next day. They drifted from settlement to settlement gaining knowledge as they went. Life was hard but they were free. That was until they found themself in a country that was less than accepting of people of their kind. Basil was hunted for weeks. They were semi feral when they finally collapsed among the orange dunes. 
=== Life in Anglunia ===
It was the summer of 214 TE when Basil received full citizenship and was settled in Farmington. They quickly got to work in improving the infrastructure using the skills they had collected during their wandering days. Quickly building up a reputation. They're days were relatively peaceful until a certain Banquet was announced at the capital. 
==== The Banquet Massacre ====
Basil Shivered against the cold wind pulling they're overcoat closer around them. The climate of Isaz didn't agree with them, someone who hailed from a dessert. He rubbed his hands for warmth raw from scrubbing redstone off of them and he had no doubt that they would smell of gunpowder for the next week. The final preparations for the evening festivities had been completed. They know that they volunteered to do the fireworks but they never anticipated how lousy Isaz weather could be. 
A crowd had formed in front of the castle the Yirsidan's voice rising over them as he gave his speech. Basil shouldered they're way through the assembly climbing the flight of stairs in the castle to the top as the Yirsidan gave the signal. They pushed the buttons and the sky was lit up by brilliant blues and yellows. The people were wowed until some asking for more. Basil was more than happy to start setting up the extra rockets until- 
Screams. Blood had been split on the steps leading up to the castle as Volkmor raiders began cutting down the partygoers. Basil turned around as a boot came towards them distracted by the horror below as a raider kicked them off the roof and they fell into the sea. 
Basil woke coughing up water. Cold, drenched and exhausted from the near drowning he blearily blinked weakly pushing himself up. Looking around he could still see Isaz's skyline across the channel but there was an overbearing silence nothing stirred aside from the ever present lull of the sea. Basil must have stayed on that beach for another hour to tired to move. They could smell the ocean mixed in the stench of rot and blood. 
==== Appointment to the High council ====
After picking they're way home Basil shut themself in their home for a week still dealing with the aftermath of the Banquet taking comfort in their bees until they received a letter in their mailbox. The seal marked with a berry drew their attention. Retreating back into their bedroom they broke the seal reading over the contents. They blinked before reading over the letter again this time their brow furrowed. Basil had been appointed Lutum's High Architect.
Category:Anglunia
Category:Traveler's Era