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    Welcome to the kingdoms of Morbourne, Fallhaven and Valcoast. These cities of Domhnall are unique but tied together; Trades occur, merchants travel and treaties are reviewed, signed and broken: it's a way of life. The population is a mix of humans and mages, with the ruling bodies of each kingdom the latter: super powered and deadly. Though for now there is peace, a stable peace, as each depends on the others to maintain the delicate chains of life. What all citizens of every country have most in common however is their védo, a beast that is bonded to them and protects them from the dangers of this world. In a world where loyalty is everything, which side will you choose?

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 You were once free , don't let them tame you, 32 | Royal Master of Horse
berek dane oliver
 Posted: Jan 20 2015, 10:18 PM
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Berek Dane Oliver is a man with the wilds of Fallhaven in his blood through and through. He is known at times to be more feral than human with the temper of Mother Nature to match, and despite his position of relative authority there wasn’t anyone quite so “wild” as he was… except maybe the queen. He’s passionate in all he does, though it’s his passion that sometimes expresses itself rather violently.

He’s a cold, dark, and moody type of man, with decades of hardship scrawled into his flesh in the form of burns and scars – each one with a story to tell that would forever remain untold. He does not place his trust easily and tends to rely more on his herds than other humans for support. Where humanity was steeped in greed, selfishness, and cruelty for personal gain, the herds relied on the protection and comfort of eachother to remain alive and thriving. Horseflesh was just so much more honest than humans, and he prefers the company of his equine companions to that of humans on a regular basis.

A past rooted deeply in loss and desperation, he keeps himself closely guarded where his emotions are concerned. His past – and hands – are stained the blood of those who had hurt him and taken away the one true light he’d had in his life. Brutally they had taken her from him in fire and flames, and he’d delivered them back to their maker with the mercy of a swift death. But the truth of his past is hidden well beneath a stone façade.

Because of this, he can be seen as off-putting or overly stiff. He survived among the forests and the wild herds of Fallhaven for over a decade – settling back into human society took some time, and even now he finds himself often wandering the paddocks instead of among the freeriders. That’s not to say that he avoids human contact completely, however. Every spring when the new recruits are brought in and sized up he’s there in the yards with a critical eye on their every move. Though the training masters whip the cubs into shape, ultimately it’s him they have to impress. He personally saw to it that each and every rider had a mount perfectly attuned to them, and his word was final.

A somewhat small category, restricted to those whom have proven to earn his trust over his years of service to the Queen. Mostly of the four-legged, equine variety, or those who share his love and respect for nature. He’s tied to the earth very deeply, so those with an affinity for the wild will find a feral kinship with him. He doesn’t trust easily, but those that have earned it will find a loyal and devoted ally why would give his life if need be.

Likely of Morbournian descent due to the mercenaries that killed his love decades ago. He does not forgive lightly, nor does he forget easily. His body is littered with the scars of old pacts betrayed and mistakes made, many the likes of which he has no intention of reliving. Those who show little regard for life or nature will also find themselves on the short end of an even shorter fuse. The rumors about what he’s capable of may be exaggerated… but some only slightly.

Basically non-existent since the loss of Ingrid decades ago, as far as an emotional level is concerned. Emotionally the only people who have seen intimately into his thoughts aren’t even people at all – the herds provide the support and comfort humans have lacked in offering him over the past years and he’s managed to seclude the deeper emotions away from the light of day. That’s not to say that he doesn’t indulge in the pleasure of the flesh. He is human, after all, regardless of what the rumors say about him and his penchant for running with the herds instead of in the courts. But his urges are nothing short of animalistic, and often satisfied with the rough and feral dance of the primal instincts that humanity had seemed to have long forgotten. Whatever true intimacy he is capable of will take some chiseling to find it buried beneath decades of guilt, regret, anger, and sheer will to survive… but part of him yearns for that again – like he had with Ingrid years ago.

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