HISTORY .

_{Airin's history is adapted for roleplay and will have some aspects from his canon lore removed for the ease of collaborative writing.
These pages are written in second person to understand the psyche of his character, and view his past through his eyes. In depth explanations of his history is intended to be explored through threads, asks, or meta posts. You may also find quick summaries in his verses page.
If you have questions please don't hesitate to reach out!}

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩.

_{Everything feels empty now. What once felt complete was torn from your screams and its remnants look at you in silence. All you feel surging in your heart is anger– a lust you've never craved before.This soon, you don't believe you'll be able to accept love, but the being you now call your brother shows you patience and understanding– willingness to follow your lead into the depths of the unknown. He's weak from the aftermath too. Thus, the idea of helping him regain his strength comes to mind. Humans cannibalize one another in the pursuit of power, and you're eager to exploit their lust.}

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

_{You know that's a lie. Talking with contacts dressed in pressed suits comes naturally when they're looking to eliminate competition. They promise the thrill of the hunt, and it activates something sleeping deep inside you– somehow, eagerness doesn't get the better of you.}

_{Years pass, and your reputation is known and sought after by many. With your brother back to his full strength, you feel unstoppable, but then he expresses concern for your well-being. The realization and horror hit you like a truck. This is what they want you to be, what they designed you to do. You're exactly what you feared you would become, and you let it happen. Fear finally overpowers the anger you've held onto for so long. You know why the remnants are silent. You need to disappear, you need to stop, you need to–}

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

VOCABULARY .
_{Gemenii.
Romanian for The Twins; the moniker Airin and Xavier used during their time as mercenaries in northern europe.}

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞.

_{You sit helplessly, your mental state still hanging by a thread as you stare at your reflection in Lake Mertve. The source of your anger is drifting away. Faces, names, places, all of it is lurking behind a thick fog. It's out of your reach now, but it's there. Fear races through your heart, but the voice withholding your memories tells you that peace rests beneath the water's surface.}

_{Your tired gaze lifts to the ethereal border of Voalul; a pocket dimension that involuntary formed after Herne's defeat. But Herla, Herne's reincarnation, said it came from you. If that's the case, why do they all still look at you with disdain?  You proved your worth, or so you thought. You supposedly gave them a realm free of those with ill intentions, yet you're not one of them.}

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞.

_{Thus, you decide to guard Voalul and willingly accept the title the villagers give you: Domnul Muntelui. The humans living below the mountains spin a myth that you bring fortune for the summer's harvest if seen during the day, but misfortune if spotted at night. You play into it, yet you find it makes you lonelier.For now, you decide you'll visit the villages disguised as a human. You refuse to get too close in fear they learn of your true identity. That's okay– you have your fae friend, Crin, your brother, and the little cottage you made high in the mountains. Yet deep down, you know this won't be enough.}

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧.

VOCABULARY .
_{Voalul.
Romanian for The Veil; the pocket dimension Airin involuntarily created upon the death of Herne.Domnul Muntelui.
Romanian for The Lord of the Mountain; the name villagers have given Airin due to his cryptid and ethereal presence.}

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭.

_{You left your home of several decades, but your legacy is cemented in shrine and prayer. This isn't a goodbye, you know you will return, but the intoxicating chaos of New York City stirs an excitement you haven't felt in years. It's different from the grand streets of Bucharest; the buildings here don't hold the same history, nor do the people.You learn the hidden world of the supernatural works differently here. They call themselves myths; they follow mundie law and have integrated secretly into society through an enterprise known as The Crusade. Your gut tells you not to bend a knee to their whims. Something is unsettling to you about keeping order, so you decide to investigate.}

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

_{But then you find yourself protecting its patrons, tooth and claw, from a faction hellbent on eliminating myth kind. Your vision goes red, you black out, and when you wake you find the bar's owner, Mama Bull, asking for you to take a position of being a bouncer for the grief-stricken bar. At first, you're unsure, but your brother is adamant on you taking the position, so you do.It's been seven years. You didn't think you'd be here this long, but this job gives you a purpose among people who accept you. You've made friends, you've made a home, and you're still safely out of reach of The Crusade. There's only one egging question in the back of your mind:}

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝?

VOCABULARY .
_{Myth.
Slang for mythical; the umbrella term mythical beings call themselves.Mundie.
Slang for mundane; what myths call humans.}