Veer's Story

History/Story
History: The Agamen's of Whitehaven were a rich an prosperous family. Their mines made them so, and through Fiore their name was known. It wasn't until the tragedy at Agamenhall, that their name was accursed. Poe's mother, was giving birth to him when their mansion caught fire. It is unknown what started the blaze, but everything was reduced to ash within it. All things perished, Poe was the only one to survive--in truth it is not even known how the child survived.

Though a man would come to find him, Guth he was known as. A Guildmaster of a famous guild in Whitehaven. Star Fall it was so known, and at one time was a very powerful, and well respected Guild. Guth took the boy as his own, raising him with his other children. So it was, living together with his foster family in the throws of Star Fall. For a while it was bliss, Poe none the wiser of his real parents. It was the only time in his life that he was ever truly happy.

Upon the boy, Guth bestowed his magic. The Drill magic. Poe took to it like a moth to flame, assimilation, integration, and consumption. Time were good and friends were plentiful. Poe would travel about completing missions, though his mother would always protest. He's still yet too young! Let him be a child for a while longer! Guth would only laugh back at her, a boy now, but soon a man!

This happiness wasn't meant to last. In the mirror he saw, curly purple hair. While his fathers was dark as night, and his mothers was white as snow. His siblings a mixture of them both. He knew he was not one of them. When he confronted his father with this, Guth sighed, almost knowing this would be coming, eventually. Guth told him about his true birth, and the tragedy at Agamemhall. Your fathers wealth was drying up, he'd gone mad. We we're friends, once. He was a good man, truly. Though greed changes a man. He burnt everything, turning himself and his family to ash. Though not you, it's because your strong, don't you see?

Something had been torn, after the news of his true birth, Poe could never patch things up with Guth. Though truly he was still his father, but a warmth was lost. With all his might he tried--couldn't find it. What was lost. It was truly hard for the boy, not knowing his real family. He would never know his mothers embrace or the stern hand of his father. Though in a sense he had that already, didn't he? Hadn't Guth's family treated him like one of them? Yes.

The Guild was not at peace. It was breaking apart, slowly but surely. It was a terrible thing to see, Star Fall was his home. Though before the usurping could be dealt with, Darkstar revealed himself and his true intentions. The Darkstar or Man in black was the strongest man in the guild, next to Guth. When the Darkstar came down with his four demons, all of Star Fall felt their wroth. There was no reason for it, this massacre, or none ever to Poe's knowledge. The Darkstar was pure chaos, ruining the good, if in fact there was ever any good.

So they came, sacking Star Fall and it's members. The memory still clings to his mind to this day. Darklyn raising Poe's infant sister and crushing her skull against the wall. Poe's mother being raped in the corner. While a noose was thrown around his own neck, and he was strung up from the rafters. Poe watched his father as he burned alive. Magic seethed, splitting and churning. The Darkstar laughed as the boy choked, and Darklyn set the place ablaze. A gift was bestowed upon him, from a kiss Poe's face twisted. Once more he watched his family burn. Flames eating away at the rope that bound him.

From there he fled, running until he could no longer. When found his reflection, Poe found the monster the Darkstar made. Years he wondered, searching after them. Lost in his own madness and loneliness. That was until Sabertooth took him in, open arms and willing heart.

RP Sample: Darkwater Deep. The smell of decay found his nostrils, rotting in their tombs. Still yet he dug, he could hear their screams. Help us, Poe. Set us free! You did this, you weren't strong enough! Your not strong enough to be a star! The shovel turned to ash in his hands, though that wouldn't stop him. He clawed at the earth with his fingers, but couldn't move the ground an inch. It was hard as stone. Against that his finger nails ripped away, and screams bellowed from him.

" I can't, I'm sorry but I just can't!" The man screamed at his loved one's graves.

All for not. Their phantoms seemed to say. You are nothing. Rich boy, son of a miner. You stink of dirt, and you can't even dig well. Then the voice of his mother, how could you let them do this? They killed your sister and burned Guth. You are no son of mine! Her phantom struck him, dragging him into the earth. In a coffin he was locked, worms and snakes crawling over him. The skeleton of his mother embracing him. Removing his mask, touching his face. Monster, it cried.

He awoke in his apartment, sighing on the realization of a dream. He touched the skull were once skin used to be. It was cold. He hadn't seen his own real face since he was a boy. He wondered if he had become a handsome man, but he would never know. At at least not until he found the Darkstar. Sitting idle would not help him, so he found his mask and a shirt.

Finding the doors of Sabertooth, he pushed them aside. Entering into the long hall, voices boomed and glasses sang against one another. People were having a good time, a celebration! Though he would not take part in it, no. Veer only saw Jewels and what they could do for him. He found the mission board.

Face Claim: None

You really didnt have to make one. Starfall sounds familiar