Serian

* Pronoun: He/him/his
* Voice traits:
* Mannerisms / habits to help DMs portray them consistently: Well kept together, calculating, loving, will say what you want to hear.
* Pop culture influences (who are they like): malty meclormic (my shield hero.)
* Age: 30
* D&D race: Human
* Height: 5ft 9”
* Weight: 150lbs
* Hair color: Silver Blue
* Skin color: Light brown
* Eye color: Green
* Example clothing outfit worn: mage clothing with gold and blue hues.
* Family members: unknown
* Friends / People they know: unknown
* Social class (poor, student, working class, wealthy): working class
* Occupation (how they get money to pay rent and buy food): Mage for hire
* Where do they sleep at night? Travel around sleep in inns.
* Traits: focused, passionate & polite.
* Ideal: power
* Bond:  my favor once lost is lost forever.
* Flaw: Full of himself
* Background / Personal history: Being the abandoned bastard child of a diplomat, he always felt what it was like to be unwanted and untouched. Fortunately for him an adult entertainer took him under her wing and kept in warm in the spine-chilling nights of the winter lodged continent. From the moment he took his first breath he learned how to charm his way out of everything. Whether natural ability or survival he was able to manipulate those around him to not only enhance but excel him and his mother’s life. Taking up alchemy he gathered flora most overlooked in the ice-covered encased ground.  By the age of 14 he in fact gathered so much wealth his mother could finally get a job as an honored knight. Using the coin, they gathered from selling “potions and poisons.” To the towns people. He always knew however that this didn’t matter. He wasn’t ever going to be of them, always hearing whispers of how the whore’s son was doing well for himself. Around this time, he also had a new revelation, he liked the same sex. Something looked down on by the townspeople of the smallminded covered in an icy sheet as cold as the people themselves. Rumors began to bolster as he aged and began to experiment with his newfound revelation. To combat these, he worked on his appearance, education, and persuasive nature. The more his mind grew the more he felt something different, an oddity that never presented itself before. He could hear a small beat when around others, the closer he got the louder and stronger it became. He felt the urge to reach out to grasp this beat like it was an eb and flow he could manipulate and control. By the age of 18 the perfect world he crafted would rip apart piece by piece. First his mother who was the only person he trusted would die. Whether the nature of battle or a more deceptive reason she would never return home after going to slay an infamous dragon that was rumored to be in the area. The next piece that fell was his business, with is mother gone the protection of her status to his sexuality would faulter. Even though he was the best potion maker in the wood and stone village, people would stop buying his wares. His business he crafted from nothing soon fell and became rubble under the villagers’ feet. With his mother and livelihood gone he was forced to once again turn to charm and wit to make coin. This however meant nothing as others wanted nothing to do with his poisoned ways. With nowhere to go and no one to trust his story began to circle back to the streets, scrapping by for anything to eat once again. This would not be enough however for the townspeople. They could not let this man with silver words and poisoned ideas manipulate their children. One dark ice filled night they decided to try and end their inconvenience.  Confronting Serian in an alley he was sleeping in they began to strike him with hollowed wood and canes until he could even lift his hand. He did not feel weak however but stronger, with every strike of the crimson liquid he lost he felt a pull. Not only in himself but in the townspeople telling him to draw it closer to himself. With a finally to the head Serian finally reached out giving into the tempting call of the unknown. With a simple movement of the hand, he reached beyond himself. Feeling energy run through his body like radiant sunlight warming everything he touched. The villagers began to scream, and their hearts accelerated, and blood was ripped from every orifice of their fragile mortal bodies, surrounding Serian in a crimson wall. After what felt like hours it was all over. Lifeless bodies laid around of the once small, minded villagers finally drained of their dark ambitions. Feeling rejuvenated he finally understood his place. He was always someone of power who others manipulated into believing he meant nothing. He would soon leave the village taking gold coins from the villagers he killed and start traveling as a powerful mage. Hiding his blood magic from all of those who would fear and try to take it. For years he would travel trying to find others like him so he could finally call someone a friend, honing his magic to what he deemed to be perfection. His longing would soon be over after what felt like centuries, he entered a small village much like his one from home. Upon entering he found a young man with hope in his eye, who was quite cute. After learning more about the soon to be paladin Zero he realized Zero had lived the same curse he did all those years ago. Serian however vowed long ago to gain enough power that what happened to himself would never happen to another. He could see right through the villagers and see how cold hearted and evil they were to all of those around them.  Using his charm, he began to shield Zero from the small, minded people. Boosting Zero’s confidence to become something he never thought he could become. When rumors spread and talk of the poison of Zero and Serina’s sexuality began to spread Serian did something he never did before. He began to take them out right from the source, leading villagers into the would to be drained of their treacherous ways. After awhile Serian began to feel something, he though was long dead and forgotten, love. He began studying the villagers learning about how their bodies worked and how he could use this to make him and his love be together forever.  This however would make him sloppy as more and more villagers began to go missing and others like Zero were noticing. Zero with gleam in his eyes finally had a purpose, to catch the person who was destroying the home he never loved. Serian adored this about him giving him more and more clues hoping he would slowly find out and see what he did for them. Knowing this nightmare, he created would all be over soon. On his final night Serian’s plan was finally in motion, speaking to a mysterious figure with golden dust he was told how to use his blood magic to give him and his partner immortality. A mix of blood and dust would help them both live forever an offer he cannot rebuke. After making the deal he began his work under the cover of a storm the more he could kill the stronger his spell would be. After getting run through by his love with a sword his story would end here… or would it?
* List of adventures:
** Companion episodes To Wing Or Not Two Wings and Upward Mobility
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