Ramilias

==Name==
Given name: Ramilias Decius Nightingale
==Appearance==
==History==
It was at in the late misty night when a two year old baby boy entered the orphanage, given by a masked tall and abnormal man, his presence was filling the air with pure coldness, making the kids chatter their teeth almost instantly, his eyes shown a pure evil intention, his stare would feel like a blow into your mind, uncomfortable.
The baby’s eyes were emerald green, ghostly pale skin with ebon black hair, most of the time when companied by people, he'd stare right into their eyes, many say that he has the same eyes as the tall, abnormal man.
4 years past
Ramilias was and is the quiet type, most of the time sitting in the dark cold corner reading variety of books, he would usually read books of mythology, those were the only genre’s that satisfied Ramilias. Every day the lady of the orphanage would invite all the kids to a daily trip out of the building, Ramilias would always decline and stay remaining in his place, reading.
One night when the kids were going out, the lady appeared as she snatched the book off Ramilias and told him to go out, Ramilias hesitated but still declined until dragged, his eyes widening as he saw the cathedral, gripping onto the material of the woman’s trousers, taking every step she took, analyzing the environment, the kids behind him would whisper to each other whilst looking at Ramilias, giggling straight after that although he wasn’t fussed at all, instead just pulling a small nervous smile.
As they were walking they’d avoid Old town clearly for safety reasons, before Ramilias caught his first sight of a horse, charging towards it with excitement as he stroked it, the tall slender man looked at Ramilias, chuckling, before his eyes hit upon Ramilias’ eyes, his eyes were bloodshot as Ramilias just looked back, scared.
The tall ragged man reached out, gripping Ramilias’ shirt firmly yet tightly, “I’ve got great use for you, kid” his voice was deep and gritty, Ramilias held a complete blank expression with wide open eyes, it was all just a blur before he felt a soft gentle grip onto his left wrist, getting pulled away from the man, Ramilias instantly looked around, heart pounding before yet again gripping tightly against the woman’s clothes, as the man was about to unholster his flintlock.
Luckily the guards abruptly barged in, two of them with their sword & board taken out, the man on the horse smacked the horse on the side before galloping off, there was only silence at the exact moment he left off, before Ramilias got a yelling out of her, although he didn’t listen but instead trying to work out what exactly just happened, on the way back to the orphanage he managed to catch sight of a wanted poster, the man who was on the horse was printed onto it.
2 years past
The pale boy (Ramilias) was sitting in the dark corner as usual, sighing as he rubs his forehead, he got up slowly before suddenly two girls ran past him, one of them fell over smashing her nose against the floor, blood streaming down as he watched her, biting his lower lip as he sat down again, trying to swallow down his laugh yet failed terribly, letting out a loud cackle, pushing his legs against the floor as he does so, his eyes went teary of joy before he saw a shadowy figure with hands on her hips staring at him, he stopped as he nervously looked at her, realising it was her, he frowned lightly as he looked at the girl now getting treated by two of her friends, he was yet again told off and sent off with a weird pointy hat, he sat on a stool with his left eyebrow raised, pulling the book open to his previous page before it was snatched off him and placed on the bookshelf opposite him, as he lets out a grunt as he remained staring at the wall..
A knock on the door was heard as two couples entered the door, getting a warm welcome from the lady as they spoke, the man was a rather tall posh man, his clothes were neat and ironed as he had a monocle on, a richly coated pipe in his mouth, the woman had a dress which had weird patterns at the end of her dress, as she bore a sweet warming smile, Ramilias turned back as he looked at them with no interest.
Sighing before suddenly seeing the man rudely pointing at him, speaking with a calm voice as Ramilias pulled out his tongue as the lady shot him a glare before striding towards him and helping him off the stool, taking him to the couple as the man knelt down, inspecting Ramilias closely before holding his hand, Ramilias gazed at his hand for quite a while before suddenly getting yanked as the woman waved goodbye at him with the usual warming smile.
Ramilias was bewildered and confused, as he realised he’s been adopted, calmly walking along with the now parents. Finally, they’ve arrived to Darkshire, entering a house as he looked at it with delight, running around and jumping upon the bed with disbelief, before looking at his foster-father smiling with joy, as he tucks his self in bed; closing his eyes as he heard the father whispering before Ramilias dazed off.
2 years past
Ramilias woke up thinking it’d be a casual day, stretching out and yawning, sliding off the bed scratching his side drowsy, as he put his casual clothes on and rubbing his eyes, walking off to a bathroom
Finding his foster father coughing up smoke with vials all over the ground and mixtures of liquid spilt on the desk, the desk had a new blue-y/yellow-y colour, as Ramilias called out to his foster-father, there was no response before he was tapped onto the side, Ramilias quickly turned around and saw his father.
He quickly knelt down to eye-height with Ramilias and whispered not to tell his mother, Ramilias was confused then eventually found out that his mother didn’t appreciate his father making dangerous experiments, as for the reward that Ramilias never asked, his foster-father rushed and told him he’d teach him how to if he didn’t tell, Ramilias accepted the offer with a smile.
2 years past
Ramilias was amazing at making potions, he even made a few of his own until he asked his father if he could go on a trip and experiment with what nature has to offer, his father gladly accepted as they snuck out leaving a note for the mother to read, after a few hours they finally set camp, as his father told him stories of when he was little as then after a three long stories his father went to bed as Ramilias got out his unfinished book which bore the title “Unholy and Holy” reading it with great interest, before he heard a twig crack, pulling the book down as he squints his eyes, before his expression completely washed away to blank, his left eye beginning to twitch as he saw abandoned forsakens, he began to tremble in fear before straight away hitting bed, neatly placing his book by his pillow as he closed his eyes, although luckily they didn’t find him..Yet.
His father woke up as he poked Ramilias to get up, he then slowly got up as he scratched his hair and yawned, looking around quizzically before looking at his father all drowsy. Ramilias got up slowly and placed his blanket and other various stuff in his bag, as he looked at a patch of grass before taking out a thick purple liquid in a vial, pouring yet only an ounce onto the patch of grass as it immediately died, shrivelling as it turned grey, Ramilias jumped in excitement as the liquid poured onto a squirrel accidently, which was behind him as Ramilias turned around and watched the squirrel, it slowly started to have a negative effect, causing it to go chaotic as it began to cramp itself together, Ramilias watched it suffer slowly with an eyebrow quirked as the squirrel died eventually.
As Ramilias poked it about, as it was still as a statue. Eventually, his father came to Ramilias with "spider-on-a-stick", nice and crispy. "What's that?" the father looked at the squirrel. Ramilias replied "Well..What's that?" looked at the spider, not knowing what it was, they both smirked before beginning to eat, his father ate it like there was no tomorrow as Ramilias stared at the creature before taking a bite. *Crunch!*
As they continued to travel, Ramilias caught a glimpse of the forsakens once again, he looked at his father as he told him nervously, his father let out a hearty chuckle as he shook his head towards Ramilias, patting him on the shoulder as they both continued, after a few experiments and travelling his father suddenly got ambushed by masked forsakens, his father quickly pulling out his trusty sawn off shotgun and began to shoot, although he was an only novice person in combat.
He began to shout at Ramilias to run, he began to run, knowing what he had to do although his eyes began to get teary, he fell over as he saw nothing but shadows on the tree, finding a blade through his fathers stomach, Ramilias began to crawl his way out, before getting dragged by the shirt as he fell unconscious by a hit by the blunt side of the sword.
Ramilias woke up by a yell of agony, finding his father being stretched out by ropes, as Ramilias was put in a cage, tied up and gagged, he couldn’t bear to watch his father getting tortured so he cried and closed his eyes shut, finally the yelling of pain was interrupted by a sword, Ramilias opened his eyes and saw a twitching sliced off hand in front of his cage, as he looked at it and became even more pale as he slowly just fell unconscious.
Ramilias finally woke up as he saw the hand was removed and so was his dad, although dried blood was everywhere, Ramilias saw a masked unforeseen undead open the cage door, there was something strange about the unforsaken, he seemed to have a deathly presence around him..
Ramilias was abruptly dragged out and placed by a weird looking piece of wood, there was a carved sign at the front of a axe, his father was dragged out to with only a right hand as he was placed onto the wood, as his dad began to whisper to Ramilias; “It’s going to be alright, I’ll always be with you no matter what..” Ramilias tried to believe that it would be alright, although he failed as an axe was placed in Ramilias’ left hand, he stared at it as they told him to behead his own father (Foster-father that is) as he shook his head slowly. "No.. Y-you can't.. This..", a forsaken placed a sharp knife towards Ramilas's throat, cold tears began to stream down his cheek. He slowly lifted up the axe..
He hesitated for a second before his father yells out "Finish me!" Ramilias's eyes widened before striking down fiercely as he cleans down cleanly through his foster-father's neck. Parts of his blood splatter onto Ramilias's body as one last tear falls down his chin, his last tear seemed to be the last of his sanity, he grinned with a dark sparkle in his eyes, he seemed to give off an icy chill, being exactly like that 'tall, abnormal man'.
2 years past
Ramilias encountered and pillaged many villages with the clan, as now they’ve trusted him enough they taught him a song which was a tradition to that whom ever you kill, you must sing a song for respect, Ramilias didn’t understand why he had to show respect if he killed them although he nodded.( The music he played is 'Zelda: Lost woods'. )Ramilias encountered yet another village and slain many people, as secretly the forsakens were killing the mighty ones, Ramilias began to play the flute they gave him and played the traditional song.
2 years past
Ramilias finally began to think to himself "Why am I killing these people for, what reason?", as he began to shake his head and cry and mourn for the people he’s killed, he couldn’t sleep at all, following and secretly letting some of the people go as the clan became suspicious, Ramilias knew it as he started to sketch a plan out, just to ensure that he is going according to plan due to that it could risk his life.
His plan for escape was finally done as he waited till midnight, as the forsakens started to huddle up and burn the villagers and began to sing their song, Ramilias slowly crept away, walking as he pushed branches away from his face as he would get minor scratches by thorns on his shin and forearm, he began to increase the speed, from jogging to sprinting, then suddenly a forsaken gripped upon Ramilias’ hair, throwing him back as Ramilias took out his only real weapon, which was a flintlock, Ramilias cocked the hammer back as he pulled the trigger, the bullet flying yet the forsaken was to swift, dodging it easily as he held two axes with a dagger in his mouth, his grey long thread-y hair following his side-steps, the bullet scraping his shoulder as the forsaken was only a foot away from Ramilias, as he cocked the hammer back, but before he knew it he received a sliced down the eye, blood splattering everywhere as he thought it’d be the end of his life, Ramilias fell upon his knees, in overwhelming pain as suddenly he heard a sudden war cry from what seems a human, he heard slices and blood being spilt, shooting from different directions before it all went suddenly silent. "Damn it, that blasted fool's gone - again!" a dwarf grunted behind him, Ramilias seemed to be dizzy/weak at this moment, falling unconscious.
The now scarred boy woke up, finding that his vision is normal yet knowing what scar he bore, the paladin looking at him with a gentle smile, although his eyes were showing a different intention, Ramilias ignored that yet thanked him for his kindness, stepping out of what he was in, The Cathedral of Light.
==Personal notes==
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==Quotes==
==Status==
Purged and suffering from amnesia
Category:Characters
Category:Alliance
Category:Human
Category:Warrior