Ikratos Bilbo Tizokrate

Ikratos Bilbo Tizokrates (born Icatl Bilbo Dougwald-Tizoc) is a Niedene human with Elven traits and blood. He is a Poet, Clergy Member, Lord, Minister of Maecenia. He was born in Azeraan into the Royal Tizoc Family, but fled the country after a political revolt. He is son of Izel Dougwald-Tizoc, the former crown prince, and Xhermyrri Dougwald-Tizoc.
== Tizoctitlan (0-12) ==
Icatl Bilbo Dougwald-Tizoc was born to Izel Dougwald-Tizoc, the former crown prince of Azeraan, and Xhermyrri Dougwald-Tizoc in the Tizoctitlan Royal Palace, and was raised by mainly his mother as his father would be in Azotlau, his city, building it, but would often visit whenever he could. 
He would spend time with his grandfather, the Tlatoani Enoch, whom would read poetry to him and his siblings, and teach them history and languages, Icatl was a spoiled child, and would have textiles imported from far away to wear, and tutors from around the continent to teach him, tho he did not have any formal education, and was tutored his whole education.
As the political situation in Azeraan turned worse, he was kept in his quarters and saw less and less of his grandfather and his close circle, as they would be in government, and he would have an honorary role in government, but would be represented by his parents, until he reached the age of 11, when he entered government and entered the political scene.
Icatl was a Minister, there was a large situation on whether to keep the overlords of Castanor, and what to do with the Malachite problem, the government was a mess, but, no-one would talk to him about it, and he felt like an outsider in the government. He wrote this in his diary.
"In the grand halls of power, I stand alone
A young prince, a minister, but still unknown
My family, my comrades, they all keep secrets
No one listens, no one heeds my regrets
I work tirelessly for the good of all
But in this kingdom, I feel like a wall
No one agrees with me, I'm a voice in the dark
In this government, I'm just a lone spark
I write in my diary, my heart heavy with sorrow
No one understands, no one sees my tomorrow
I feel like an outsider, lost in a sea
Yearning for someone to listen to me
But I'll keep fighting, for what I believe
One day they'll see, they'll finally perceive
That this young prince, this minister in despair
Has a voice that's worth hearing, a heart that's rare
So I'll continue on, my spirit unbroken
In the epic tale of a prince, a minister, unspoken. "
Eventually, age 12, the situation worsened, as sides started appearing, and his father persuaded him to resign as a Minister, and he moved him out of Tizoctitlan, into his coastal town of Azotlau.
== Azotlau (12-16) ==
Icatl was rushed out of Tizoctitlan to Azotlau, he went by carriage accompanied by his Fathers Private Secretary, Zyali Hapaqalchi, a nobleman and soldier, along with his brother Lucatla, they had a private escort of mercenaries hired by his father, as Azotlau boarded the anti-elven nation of Malachite, whom had displayed acts of violence on the cities boarders, and raided the city multiple times, even wounding his father.
When he arrived, he was taken to his house in the city square, the day after he arrived, Malachite's raided, and he stayed underground the temple, he had a lot of alone time in Azotlau, as his mother remained in Tizoctitlan to attend national affairs, he would read about the events in the capital from newspapers and letters from his father.
Icatl would spend his time having his portrait done and reading poetry on stages to the peasants of the town. He would start practising his faith but also start viewing other options. He was also a chronic drinker as he would attend parties with the rich of the town.
Age 14, a vote was passed about the safety of the Prince, as he was very close to death while in a fight with a Malachite during the raid, as a response, they sent him to Avarin, the rural area of Azotlau, where everyone where farmers.
=== Avarin ===
Age 14, he took the small 3 hour boat ride down the river to Avarin, where he was greeted by the Count, Payotl, whom was also his cousin, and at the time High Advisor in the Government. When he arrived, he was immediately underwhelmed by the town, and his welcoming reception, expecting a grand event, fit for a Prince, he was then taken to his house, which made him hate the place, he was taken to a Hobbit Hole, which they had prepared for him, it was beautiful, he wrote this in his diary.
"Dear Diary,
Today, I arrived in Payotl’s domain—a rural expanse that feels more forgotten than quaint. My cousin, the Count, offered a reception as tepid as the winter sun, with little fanfare to mark my arrival. Perhaps he resents my presence, or simply finds the burden of hospitality dull.
Yet, amidst the underwhelming welcome, I found solace in my lodgings. They have housed me in what can only be described as a hobbit hole—cozy, charming, and intimate. To my surprise, it holds treasures more valuable than gold: my favourite volumes of poetry, thoughtfully arranged, and a pristine ink kit. Here, at least, I can write and dream undisturbed."
Over time, he grew to love the peace of Avarin, Payotl wouldn't be there, as he would be in the Capital attending his duties as High Advisor to the Emperor, Icatl would let his hair grow, he learned the dialect of the people in Avarin and would talk to them in such way. He would dress like the people, in Farmers clothes, and would give up drinking for the occasional pipe, he would even learn Tlacuepaliztli, a martial art in Avarins which is knife fighting, which led to the scar down his cheek, and the people called him Bilbo, and he wrote many poems there, and painted pictures of the sunset.
Age 16, he received a visit from his cousin, Count Payotl, he met him at his door, and asked to be invited in, Icatl invited him. Payotl talked to him about the situation in the Capital, and how he is afraid that his father, Izel is about to do something, plotting something, and to warn him not to do that, Icatl didn't want to make a scene, so he agreed, but he trusted his father and his judgement, and if the turmoil in Tizoctitlan was that bad that they were afraid of a plot, that his father should do something, Payotl left, he had dinner with Icatl in his home, and they had drinks before Icatl left for his hobbit hole, Payotl left the next day, and before he boarded his ship, he told Icatl to tell his father to stop what he was planning, while Icatl had no intention too.
Four days later, a mercenary ship, called The Tobruk arrived at the docks of Avarin, two mercenaries arrived at Icatl's door with a letter, told him to read it when board their ship. The letter was from his father, and said so:
"My Dearest Son, Icatl,
Fate has turned, and I write to you in a moment of great upheaval. Know first that I am safe, though much has changed. With Duskic's aid, I have seized the mantle of Tlatoani in Azeraan. The coup, while swift, has fractured the government; many among its ranks have risen in defiance. Chief among my detractors is your cousin Payotl, who holds sway over Avarin—the land where you now reside.
The risk to you grows with every passing day. Payotl’s loyalty to the old order is steadfast, and his reach cannot be underestimated. For this reason, I implore you: take the mercenaries and board the ship I have sent. Its course is set for Azotlau, where our allies will keep you from harm. Your safety is my greatest concern, and the shadows of this conflict must not touch you.
You will find strength in knowing that I act for the good of our people, though the path is fraught with peril. Trust in my love and my resolve, and let your heart remain steadfast until we are reunited.
Go quickly, my son.
Your Father, Izel"
Icatl, was stunned, as he read about his fathers coup.
He boarded The Tobruk, and returned to Azotlau, which he hadnt seen for the last 2 years, it was an sight for sore-eyes, he was placed in the temple in the centre of the city, and had 24/7 security, he was paranoid, he wasnt allowed to see the newspapers, he wasnt receiving any letters, what had happened!?
4 months passed, he didnt know anything, he would indulge himself in the archives of Azotlaus temple, reading ancient scripts brought from Rathnir, about the Huitcan People, about his religion Cardinalism, and he would write poetry in his books, he knew he was truly trapped when he asked for new ink, and the guards responded that there was no more ink left in the temple, and it would be too dangerous for someone to leave the boarders of Azotlau to get ink.
After 4 and a half months in the temple, he received his first letter, from his father, but it was nothing good.
"My Beloved Son, Icatl,
I write this with a heavy heart and trembling hands, unsure if these words will ever find their way to you. The conflict that began with such fire has ended in bitter ash. After just four and a half months, our cause has fallen. Azotlau is now surrounded by Aztlacan soldiers, and I fear the worst.
My greatest wish is for your safety. You must escape at once, my son—use any means, any path, to evade their grasp. I cannot bear the thought of harm befalling you. Trust no one beyond those mercenaries who have remained loyal.
As for me, I have fled aboard The Tobruk. The sails are set for lands far beyond the reach of this turmoil, though I know not what awaits me there. I leave behind everything but the hope that you will endure.
If fortune is kind, we will see each other again in a freer, brighter world.
With all my heart,
Your Father, Izel"
Icatl trembled as he read it, he felt a mix of distraught, and hatred, has his father really left him, and acted like it was nothing, Icatl and the mercenaries looked out of the windows of the temple, to see thousands of soldiers surrounding Azotlau, one mercenary took the lead, they went down to the lowest level of the temple, and opened up a chamber, which has a small tunnel in the rock, the sewage pipes, he said it was the only way out into the docks directly, and that there is a small raft they can board, he did as told, and they slowly made there way through the pipes into the docks, they lifted up the rock that blocked their way, and ran, they were dirty, wet and being shouted at, but it didnt matter, they sprinted over to the docks, where they boarded the raft, one of the mercenaries cut the rope, they lifted the sails and left, soldiers rushing the docks, firing arrows, but all missing, making the escape by the skin of their teeth.
== Escape (16-17) ==
Icatl travelled on the raft for 3 days in the Trafalgar Ocean, surviving off pure kelp and off the water rations they had, 3 of the Mercenaries died from starvation and dehydration, Icatl often refuses to speak about those 3 days, and only his private poems contain words from the 3 days.
At the end of the 3 days, they had absolutely no energy, his skin was burnt from the sun, until finally, a large boat approaches them, with a large flag with blood red flags, and grey and red wood building the large vessel, cannons dressing the vessel, Icatl screamed at the boat, begging for help, and a group of men, dressed in black rags, look down over the boat, before this large figure, skinny as bone, before he realized, he is bone, partially, one of the men in the centre had very little skin, and bones, he shouted "Take em, then we can feast on one tonight then take the rest to the island!" the mercenaries, hearing this grabbed their bows and aimed up, but before they good let loose, the crew threw a boulder at them, killing both of them, "Fine! No feast tonight, just keep this one for the island..." 
WIP