Tae'Firolan Casavain

[Tae'Firolan Casavain]

Gamespy ID: GSM684
Character Name: Tae'Firolan Casavain
Gender: M
Race: Half Demon (Elf with the bloodline of an Incubus)
Age: 372
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class: Sorcerer
Deity: Jaerik

Physical Description: A tall elf with jet black hair and golden, cat like eyes. His hands end in delicate appearing talons, subtle enough that they could be mistaken for unusually manicured fingernails. If he were to smile, which he makes a conscious effort not to as much as possible one would notice that his canine teeth are unusually large and pointed, though not to excess. His wings are always folded against his back, and concealed beneath a cloak.

History:

They say the eyes are the window to the soul. What is it then, you see when you look into mine? I know not the depths of my own soul, embattled with it as I have been for over three and a half centuries. I know there is darkness within, though I fight it daily. I know there is evil, hatred and lust within, though I force such things down constantly. I know also, that there is a spark of hope, of love and of goodness with in me, a gift from my mother.

My name is Tae'Firolan, which means “Beloved son of Light”. My mother named me this in hopes of what I could be, for she did love me in spite of what I was, what I am still. If not for her, I feel that I wouldn't be saying these words to you right now, but would have succumbed to the monster that lies at the base of my heart, clawing, scratching, trying to find a way in. I think of her often as of late, wondering if she is still alive, how she is doing. I can't go back to find her though, not after what happened the night I left. And so I am left to my melancholy musings, childish though they may seem.

Perhaps one day such things will change, I still hold hope that it will, though such hope seems bleak at best. Still, I can not give up, or give in. I must fight, and search every moment of my life, to keep myself from being consumed by the demonic blood that flows through me. I will not loose myself to the beast within, I refuse to. Well, it would seem that I am rambling a bit here, forgive me. Perhaps this would all make more sense if you knew more of my past? Very well, we will start from the very beginning, before I was even brought into this world.
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Siladhiel knew something was wrong, she had been chronically tired for months now. Worse yet, her knowledge of medicine hadn't helped her condition at all either. The sorceress of Verinia had spent centuries learning the healing arts along with mystical lore more normally associated with magi. And yet, she did not know why she felt as she did, nor did anyone else she knew for that matter. A month later everything became clear. Panic stricken, she fled from her friends and family in Middlemourd to have her child away from those who would judge.

Being well versed in magic and lore unknown to most, she knew exactly where this child had come from. She would not let the demon who had corrupted her win, she would have her child, and raise it as any loving mother would. When the child was born she wept, and named it Tae'Firolan: “Because you are my beloved son, and you will not embrace the darkness within, but the light I show you.”

Siladhiel raised her son as if he were just another elven child. She loved him dearly and truly, for she saw what a beautiful child he was, and that he could be more than just another monster stalking the land. Using her skill in alchemy she developed a potion, which slowed the process of the demon side becoming more prominent as he aged. She also taught him the skill of alchemy, along with the other arcane arts, knowing full well that no matter her desire, she would not always be able to be the one to care for him.

Tae'Firolan was a happy child, though he was prone to the occasional outburst as the demon side struggled to escape. While he grew up in relative isolation from the rest of the world, the love his mother showed him more than made up the lack of having childhood friends. He took to his lessons naturally, perhaps the demonic blood in him made grasping the skills required to weave arcane energy easier for him. If this was the case however, it was the only thing made easier by being half demon. As he neared adulthood the day Siladhiel feared finally came.

It was so sudden, unexpected for both of them. Tae'Firolan didn't even know what had triggered it, there was nothing but blackness and then his mother pinned against the wall, his hand wrapped around her throat. Pain seared his body as horns grew from his skull and wings ripped through flesh to emerge from his back. As talons grew from his fingers, they cut into her flesh sending small trickles of blood down her neck. As he tightened his grip he looked into her eyes, he wanted to see her fear as he squeezed the life from her. He saw fear, but not fear for her own life, fear for her son and his tortured soul. That gaze lit the spark of light that the demon had tried to extinguish, the demonic horns receded back into his skull, his talons shrunk and he released Siladhiel from his grip.

“Mother....I'm....I'm sorry...” he said weakly. Siladhiel was unable to speak, but looked up at him gasping for breath, her hand bloody as she touched her neck. Overcome with grief he bolted, fled from the home they shared, fled from the entire continent. He would not risk accidentally hurting her again, he could not stand the look in her eyes, the sight of her blood ever again.

He came to Etaria and lived in isolation there for centuries, pouring over lore about the Dark Arts. Demonology, Necromancy, forbidden knowledge was like food to him, like air. He did not seek these secrets for the same reason most Dark Wizards do, no his reason was that he wished to be rid of the demon that clawed away at him. To suppress it through magic and alchemy so that it would never plague him again. The centuries passed, and no headway was made in his research. Worse yet, the potion his mother had devised was no longer as effective as it once was. His wings had sprouted once more, and his talons were beginning to elongate again. Leaving his laboratory, he set out to see if there were others who could help him piece together the gaps in his research. He would not let the demon half of him win.