Of Hope and Destruction

[Coroneljones]

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"They'll make you smile in time. I can see it."

"Perhaps."
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YOUR FATHER
⚪ Garret Richter ⚪

Holy/Light/Cosmic
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                                                                                                          ‣ High Chancellor of The Republic of Paritas.
                                                                                                          ‣ Former Knight-Commander of the Goldlight Order.
                                                                                                          ‣ Former Champion of Pylae, current Champion of The Dreamer.
                                                                                                          ‣ The First and Last Lazarus.
                                                                                                          ‣ Master Exorcist.

The ever-overworked presence in your childhood and beyond, that did his best to make time for each of you.

His best may not always have been enough, given your siblings and regular calls for work -

Be it that of actual paperwork, or the times where he had to ride out, fully decked in armor.

You know you and your siblings to be a primary cause of his stepping down from active command,

and, perhaps, quite aware of the fact that he still could not manage to do so entirely.

(He would try, nonetheless. Even for something as small as bedtime reading).

Often poor at starting conversation or maintaining it,

his stoic facade rapidly breaks in the face of your own interests and concerns.
Potentially embarrassing in his oversight, as you grew older.

(He is either zero, or a hundred. His theatrics and doting form a jarring contrast to silence and reticence.).

Whether or not you are proud to have him as a father,

He is clearly proud to have you.

The main overthinker responsible for your hours spent with tutors and teachers across the years.

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YOUR MOTHER
⚫ Vinaska ⚫
Occult/Shadow/Ice
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                                                                                          ‣ Nascent Primordial of Destruction.
                                                                                                                         ‣ Forged of the former Oracle of Athelios,

                                                                                                                         ‣ And the lives of the dead faithful of Vdali.
                                                                                                                         ‣ Legendary Occultist.

The quiet and distant presence in your life.

You might have grown up hearing stories of her from the lips of others, more truly than her own.

Though not entirely bereft of touch or warmth, her visits were infrequent, the time between each vast.

Could you obtain her attention for longer than those seasonal visits? Is it even possible?
Her gaze remains veiled, staring from afar.

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YOU

Are one of four siblings.

                                                         ◘ Split between two generations, of three eldest and one youngest, with a difference of one year.

                                                         ◘ Of Black or Silver hair, and Blue or Grey eyes.
                                                         ◘ Born to the Richter family name. (Sorry, the Equisols are your cousins.)
                                                         ◘ Racially human, with giant potential and First-Generation Nephilim Heritage.

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Most of your upbringing was spent within the Castle-City on the edge of the Shadowlands, Martyrs´ Vigil,

although field visits to Gloomlight and Unreality, or Fortune and its isles were not an impossibility.
Always under the watch of caretakers, be it your Mother´s maids and servants, or your Father´s Knights and Overseers.

A relatively "normal" youth and lifestyle, albeit one of privilege in what you were granted access to,

from tutors in whatever fields would interest you, to handmade toys.
To be part of the family of an officer of the Goldlight Order was perhaps the closest to nobility within the military-administrated state,

even more-so when it is that of the First Commander.

Regardless, you attended public classes and instructions alongside other wards of the state.

A similar curriculum, in both academic and physical discipline, to most other children born within The Vigil,

under the education provided by its Tribunal Church.

A carefully prepared academia schedule, curated by your father and his advisors, was the norm, until your early teens,

where you were granted far more say in what to focus in, from personal interests, even amidst mandatory lessons.

◘ More to be told to the accepted applicants. ◘

Form:HERE

[Coroneljones]

The approved applicants have been chosen, and will be contacted when possible for more details, thus the form is now CLOSED.
A general thank you for everyone that showed interest.

With perhaps more to come in the future.