A Main Character

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Ctl (Husband)

Athena (daughter)

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Oliver (brother)

Remy Leabau (Brother-in-law)

Sen (Nephew)

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Scourge Vainglory (Cousin-in-law)

Raziel Leabau (Cousin-in-law)

Bezel (Nephew)

Izzy Jade is the main character of Izzy universe, born on the 19th of February, 1782. He is 5'4 and a half tall male with dyed pink hair who usually wears a brown vest/jacket with a tie, brown jeans and boots. Izzy has multiple burns and scars due his involvement in several wars, the one visibly on his face being from WW2. Izzy has a brother named Oliver Jade, a husband named Ctl Vainglory and a daughter named Athena.

When Izzy was 11, he was ambushed by a group of demons, one being an overlord, who were all (probably) drunk and high off their asses at the same time, ***who cursed him to be immortal.***

## Izzy's childhood - Lore

***1782-1793 (Age 0-11)***

Izzy Jade was born on February 19, 1782 to Jack and Abigail Jade in a small town in Quebec, Canada. Izzy had a brother named Oliver who was four years older than him.

Unfortunately, just four years after Izzy's birth, his mother passed away due to an illness she had been fighting throughout her pregnancy and Izzy's life.

Izzy's father already favored Oliver over Izzy, but her death lead Jack to instantly despise and blame him for his mother's death *(basically just using him to blame everything that's wrong with the family).*

Oliver was only eight at the time when the neglect and blame started on his brother. ---and what do small children do when their parents do things? They (*usually, unfortunately*) learn and imprint off their parents.

All throughout Izzy's childhood, he was pushed away, making him think he was worthless. Oliver was ***constantly*** spoiled and treated as the golden child.

When Izzy was eleven, his father told him to "Be useful for once.", gave him a rifle, and sent him into the nearby forest to go hunting for whatever he could find.

Yeah, well. Izzy found something. ***THREE DEMONS. THERE WERE THREE FUCKING DEMON IN THE WOODS.*** Izzy, being an eleven year old and *not* being a dumbass, tried to run. The three (**obviously** *drunk)* demons knocked him out, and cursed him to be immortal for *no* apparent reason *(just "Let's go clown on this sad bitch in like 300 years.").*

After that traumatic event, Izzy obviously tried to tell everyone in his community.

***Everyone*** thought he was insane.

### ***1784- 1794 - (Age 12-22)***

After a year of Izzy begging people to believe him and do something about it, his father was fed up with him and his "lying". Jack started writing to his sister-in-law (Izzy's aunt, Abigail's sister) to ask if she would take him.

She agreed. Izzy had zero idea of this before Jack told Izzy to pack his things and come with him. Izzy was then sent onto a cramped boat full of people heading *all* the way to **Great Britain** (where his aunts lived).

Izzy finally moved in with his cousins and aunts (all lower class). Everyone there was very hardworking simply to keep their roof over their head, and by the time Izzy was fourteen, he got himself an apprenticeship as a tailor for some time. In his free time, Izzy loved reading books, specifically autobiographies.

Each time Izzy was given a break at the tailors shop, he'd write in the small journal he was given about his trauma. As much as he could fit in it, his thoughts, feelings, the abuse and neglect from home. Every little thing that he could pry out his brain. **Everything.**

As he kept writing he would share it with his close friends, family and even his future customers at the tailors shop if he knew them that well. All (*hopefully)* of them were heartbroken by the story.

As Izzy thought about it, he realized something. What if he made his trauma into an *actual* book? Not to target his father or brother, just to earn a *small* profit from it to help his family. If enough people were willing to buy it for a small amount of money, he was sure he could make at the most to help them for an extra month (excluding his work at the tailors shop).

So that's what he did. He and his cousins wrote a few copies and started selling them around to the local community, and people started sharing the story, and suddenly people were asking for one for themselves (**DO NOT** ask why they liked the child abuse story :skull:).

Izzy and his cousins kept writing and selling, eventually Izzy got his close friends to help write more copies as well. Everyone in the community were.. concerned and very intrigued by it. The growth of the small book was overwhelming, but the money he was getting was helping them all out, so he kept writing.

Eventually (Realistically a year or two, Izzy is 17) the book filled with *all* his trauma and venting was everywhere. Not just the community, but the *entire country.* No one was rushing to get it, but it was very popular nonetheless. --and he was still being paid little by little for each copy. Despite that, Izzy still worked at the tailors shop.

**(!!!SUICIDE WARNING - *VERY MILD* DESCRIPTION OF CORPSE!!!)**

Izzy finally felt full. He was being useful to his family! He was making money for them, people even started giving him small donations on top of the price of the book! He felt.. loved!

*and then one of his cousins committed suicide.*

Every single dollar he earned went to her funeral funds. Him, his cousins, and his aunts mourned her death. *All of the hope Izzy had drained almost instantly.* She was his cousin, his best friend! (I know I never mentioned her before but.. :skull:) ...and now she was gone. Izzy stopped writing, all he could do was blindly stumble along in the tailors shop. He ate less. and because he stopped writing the money he was getting stopped coming in as fast. The only money they could rely on now was pity donations and the money the rest of the family was making.

He spent his 18th birthday drinking away the sight of his cousin limp hanging from the ceiling, a rope tight around her neck. That was the first day *his* aunt let him drink anyway.

It took the family a few months to get back on their feet, and by then they fell back to the lower-class. Izzy started to write again, this time he poured even more into the book. He sold it for a bit more. And again, after a few months the book took off again, and people paid the family more and more. People were coming to Izzy to help write more copies. One of the men worked directly under the king and countryhuman, which stunned Izzy. (Its for plot convenience.) Izzy paid them as much as he could while still leaving money for his family and himself, but money kept pouring in. And again, before he knew it the book became popular again. Izzy didn't know how his first book could be so successful, but he didn't question it.

A few months after that, Izzy got a letter.

He got a letter? From who you're asking. Well, it wasn't from anyone serious- **he got a letter from his brother.** His brother who he hadn't seen in almost a decade. The one who'd beat him to a pulp if he could.

Izzy felt another spark of hope, and it was quickly taken away because the letter was **full** of death threats and him getting yelled at for ruining his image.

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**Oliver could die in a ditch, see if Izzy cared.** ~~(Yeah, he' d care.)~~

### Moving to Remedy

By the time Izzy was 21 he had gotten connections with high-class nobles in the area. He joined an agency interconnected with Great Britain and its former and current colonies.

Then, when he was 22 years old, his aunts and uncles started to pass away. They lived a long time for people at that time, yet his cousins were less lucky. They died early and their children who were barely of age moved off to the United States. He lost connection to them after that.

Tensions were starting to grow between Britain and one of its colonies, Remedy.

Remedy was a genuinely pathetic. She was lazy. Near sloth-like, in fact. She let her corrupt leaders turn her country into shit while she just sat back and watched. Even worse, Her whole country was a cheap copy of her Brother (The United States of America). Every Thing. The laws, systems and even the culture. She had might as well made this whole country in one night with half-done ideas and copying whole things with no shame and giving it to the leaders to somehow mess it up even more. *(wow, wonder why that's so specific...)* In the few decades she had ruled this country-, the leaders made wars that costed millions and millions of lives and dollars. And Remedy could've stopped these wars so easily and fix her horribly damaged reputation. But no. She decided to do nothing to the constant fighting, and instead fund and send soldiers to America's Wars!

Izzy didn't have anything with her nor against. He didn't like how spineless she was and how ignorant she was but he simply looked the other way. Better if he stayed ignorant, too.

### The Meeting with Ctl

Izzy ran into the trees with his comrades. What was this war? A revolutionary war sparked after the Napoleonic Wars (The Revolutionary War started in March of 1818). A group called "Remedian National Liberal Liberation Front" (R.N.L.L.F) from the south west had already taken over 1/5th of the whole country already. Bullets and tracers flied across the battlefield, cannons made trees into symbols of destruction. Izzy's immortality constantly saved him. Wound after wound, he always came back. "But why?" Izzy asked to himself. Why had he not just left without warning, why couldn't he already have gone M.I.A., as he was basically useless to the army? His disappearance wouldn't even be noticed. In this thoughts, **he tripped.** Izzy's mind instantly went into a frenzy, yet his comrades kept running, weapons firing in all directions. Izzy wanted to yell but he knew it would be for nothing. In the corner of his eye, he saw a man with a purple eye. Yet, something was different. This man had red horns, pure crimson in color. The man tried to hide from him so his identity wouldn't be revealed. Izzy told himself, "What's the purpose anymore? I'll probably be dead next to a tree with bullets lodged deep in my bones and flesh. If I'm going to die, I might as well speak up about everything.." Izzy then approached the man and vented about everything. Every single moment that caused his current self. The demon listened with full concentration, clearly surprised that a human could go through such things. When he ended venting his whole life out, he simply said "..Sorry for ranting to you.." Hearing this, the demon went silent for a good 3 seconds, before saying; "...It's okay." Izzy felt better after that, the awkward tension eased..

The man looked side by side and saw Izzy's comrades a few meters away, He looked at Izzy and reached out his hand, saying "I'll help you find your squadron," as a portal suddenly was made that was filled with a purple unknown substance. Izzy took his hand, and he instantly traveled into this portal, In the second between the portal jump, He saw a pocket void. His day dreaming of that void was broken when the man said "I found them." *Izzy climbed out of the portal with Ctl's help* "

"Never tell anyone about this, I know they won't be very happy if you tell them a demon helped you.." Izzy was on the ground on all fours. When Ctl finished his sentence, Izzy cleaned the dirt off his clothes while he tried to stand up, and as he did so, he said "..Okay, Sir.. Thank you for this. If you're, uhm, alright with it.. what's your name?" The man didn't speak for a good few seconds, and it was clear he was worried and paranoid of someone... He then said "My name's Ctl. Or you could call me by my other name, Dante." Izzy was fascinated by that name and took slight pity and said "Oh, I think Ctl is very.. *lovely* name."

The man blushed slightly. "Thank you.." he said, liking the attention. After that, he nodded and closed the portal, before Izzy then ran to his squadmates, still wondering about surreal moment...

but, he also wondered ~~along with everyone reading this~~-

**WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?**

## Timeskip

### 1812-1820

The war was still raging throughout the nation, but it had toned down now that America was fighting with Great Britain *again*. Some soldiers were being sent off to the states and some were working from there

Months passed, he still thought of that moment.. the demon who helped him for "no" reason.. As time passed, he wondered more and more about him. Wonder why. 'How did he get here? Who was he in the first place?' and other questions like **'OH MY GOD THE END IS UPON US!!!!!!'**, which wasn't really a question, although after some time he didn't believe that last one. It was *one* demon and well.. It's clear that he had no malice and had clear paranoia.. but why..?

Izzy fell in a spiral of questions.. he didn't know why he was so obsessed with him. That was until he found out a way to find answers... he went to a library that was filled with books related to **Sarkicism**. (Chained Soul's Mythology) How he found this library? Weeeeeeelllllllllll........

That wasn't important.

Izzy searched and read.. Until he Found a Book named "The Book of the Templar". The book was filled with info about a demonic family named "The Vainglory's."

He didn't find any answers at first. The only thing that he was interested on the history of them and power they had.. until he saw a name. "Dante Vainglory".

Dante.

Where was Dante familiar from?

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**OH SHI-**

Izzy's mind raced, his curiosity about this demon taking over him. He borrowed the book after much ~~arguing~~ bargaining with the librarian, ~~who was probably high.~~

He borrowed the book and ran to his house as fast as he could. *He acted like a dog when you try to take their food.*

He read as much as he could... One line gave him massive hope that he'll one day find him... "The Book of the Templar Page 19: "If you saw a demon from one of the main demon royalties and you and them desire to met one day and you are currently searching them, such demon will get a feeling that the person found out about something secretive thing about them, and that such person was searching for him.."

**In some random ass market**

Izzy walked through the market, The war ended (for now). He knew that another will arise but he simply was just happy that it is in the future instead of now. In the corner of his eye, he saw a black haired man with another man, searching for someone.. was that him? He moved slightly just so others wouldn't be stopped by him standing... It was him.. The jet black hair man with purple eyes.. It was him. A few seconds later the man saw him and both of their eyes met. , **No, I will not add what they say, I know most of you mf's cringe at them and I am trying to reach Divine Expansion arc man.**

Ctl and Izzy became friends and they interreacted much more until they talked for hour's like it was nothing for every single day. In a 5 year period of peace. His Brother Oliver finally came to Remedy after fleeing from Modern day Lyon, France into their area of the country. Izzy tried to stay neutral about this.. He knew Oliver was far beyond respect of any kind but Izzy.. Izzy always had gave people the benefit of the doubt and he still had brotherly love for his brother.. something he would regret... **5 years later.** (1824) Remedy then had another civil war (4th Remedian Civil War) Ctl took a role a Captain Lieutenant while Izzy was an ensign (The reason Ctl got that role is because well, HE'S A DEMON AND SPECFICALLY A VAINGLORY and due to him the lead of the Envy Ring's army formerly)

## Oliver's last moment's before being a Demon

In the Battle of Draycott, Izzy was in a small town of the city, where the rebel's had power over. Izzy was in a House while Ctl was not too far where he was commanding. Suddenly he was hit with the smell of smoke.. "huh?!" Izzy Thought, he soon realized that this was a trap of sorts.. the House went on fire, Flame's all over... Suddenly he heard a familiar voice.. "You thought I would just stay quiet!" said the voice with pure malice and insanity in his tone.

"Oliver! Why the fuck did you do all of this!" Izzy yelled, "You think you can take it all from?! Ha! The books. the connections and now a devil! I'm tried of you thinking that you are something that you are not.." Oliver yelled with purity and no filter in his voice. "You want to burn me alive just for your ego?!" Izzy yelled with raising hatred filled his voice "I don't have a ego Izzy. You know how? because to have an ego, you must have it for little or no reason. I have a reason." *Oliver chuckled to himself in a low manner* "Look at me, take a true honest look at me then yourself. You see the difference?" Izzy looked like a being Traumatized to extents not known before

"See? You are simply a man. It's not my fault you don't act like me nor you look like me. I am beyond human, I am not restricted by your rules and morals. I play with them to get the treatment I deserve. A Treatment for a God." Oliver raised his Rifle at Izzy and shot him. Izzy fell down in seconds "You see how you failed compared to me? This is way I did this" Oliver said with a smirked as he took steps to Izzy's Body "I don't take kindly to frauds like you. even as a aryan yourself, you are still inferior." Izzy heard banging of the walls and window's.. it got louder and louder.. Oliver didn't seem to notice.. Izzy coughed blood and said "But tell me one thing before I pass" Oliver smirked as he put his shoe on Izzy's head "What is it." Izzy said as clear as he could "If you say your a god, superior to man, Then Tell me why you always force everything to be about you, why would a god need human validation" Oliver clearly mad, his shoe pressing him harder "You little piece of s-" "And wouldn't a dark secret ruin it?" Izzy said muffled, "What.. What are you implying you absolute insignificant fuck.." Oliver said worried, his shoe pressing less "Why does your face have a black part like a mask on the side and why is the flame's still hasn't burned the house" Oliver face drained, Oliver pulled his shoe off his head, and grabbed his gun again "You!-" ***Bang.***

Oliver yelped in Pain.. Oliver got distracted by the bullet lodged into his body... He lost control of the Flame's... it grew black and stronger.. They Both start getting burned... Their Blood boiling.. Skin melting.. But Oliver.. Oliver should've dead minutes ago.. but he didn't... Blue dark eye's glowed in the smoke... Izzy saw Oliver's body dissolved into pure black bone's.. His face gone of all humanity and skin... His Ribcage and his elbow's melting until it became all skeletal too... "What are you anymore?!" Izzy yelled... "Do you feel pain?! Do you feel any regret in you?!" Izzy yelled as loud as he could.. Oliver stared with his dead blue eye's "I feel nothing. As I say I'm not restricted by your moral code's" Izzy raised his gun as fast as he could and Shoot Oliver in the Head.. Oliver got pushed down hard into the flames... He was finally dead... "Do you now...?" Oliver responded as he was burning to a crisp "Pride." and his eye's faded into darkness and he burned... Izzy stood there not caring about the flames that were hurting his skin to immeasurable degree's.. "Pride? what does that mean..." Izzy then realized of the door that was stabbed and stabbed over... The Door Broke.. Ctl with an axe yelled at him "RUN! Everyone else is gone!" Izzy without any consideration ran out of the building...

### Someone I used to know (Based Song Btw)

Years after the Oliver incident, the war had stopped. A temporal time of peace arose, Ctl and Izzy by now started dating (GAY, GAY, GAYYYYY)