Post by Thanix on Mar 30, 2008 16:54:10 GMT -5
Thanix was born to the house of Berrix, a house of lesser nobility. Thanix was named for his grandfather who claimed the land after many brutal battles left the land empty and barren. He came into the world bright eyed and a wonder to behold on his parents. His mother was not in the prime of life when she gave birth to him. She held onto life each day with only her boys future in mind. But finally as many things go time and sickness caught up with her. She shut her eyes forever on the night of Thanix's 5th birthday. Her last request to her weeping son was to grow true and noble like his father. Thanix's father Rann, baron of house Berrix went into a deep depresion after loosing his wife. He spent a few years pretending things were as they should be. Then he took a few more to drown himself in drink. In the end it was his two children that pulled him back from the edge of madness. His love for them was greater then any pitty or sorrow. Thanix's older sister Anne rarely left her fathers side and was a constant source of trouble for the young boy. She blamed her mother's death on her younger brother, and never resisted the oppertunity to tell the young boy her feelings. Thanix grew tall like his father but light hearted like his mother. He spent most of his youth being instructed in the codes and ethics of knighthood. His father watched him with pride as Thanix trained long hard days with the house's master-in-arms Varion, and the boys cousin and childhood friend Thane. Years slipt by him and he soon became a man at the age of 15 winters as was custom in his family's lands. But once again what should have been a joyious time in the young man's life turned to ash....His father was dead. One night healthy and full of his usualy boasting pride. The next morning cold and pale in his bed.... Thanix grieved for his father, tears turned to ice as they slid down his face, his hands white with rage and pain were a salvation that the world was still there that all was not chaos. Gripping the edge of his father's shield he carried the last parent he had to his father's resting place. Thanix stopped. He stopped practicing, eating, painting, writing, walking the grounds, riding, smiling, talking....he became as a ghost to the house of Berrix. There but not....Then as the grief was starting to clear, as his heart and mind were letting his father's spirit go...BETRAYAL! Barely had spring started to creep into the lands when his sister Anne announced her wedding....to her uncle, Rann's brother Rorick. OUTRAGE, and despise leaked into whispered conversation through out the estates....Rorick now with his new found bride had taken control of the house of Berrix. Neither wished for Thanix to remain...But one cannot tell a young boy so full of hate and pain to leave his house, the house of his father. But they could try...and try they did. When news reached Thanix of his Uncle's request for him to leave. He took to the halls with more life then was seen in him in months. Rage danced within his eyes a wild hate born of pain and lose stood the the blue eyes that once held joy and hope. To his fathers study he strode, no knock was needed as he jared his way through the door. His uncle sat at his fathers chair. His smile was a sinister sight to behold. Thanix did the only thing he could think of.....He attacked....not skillfully none of his training was in him as he reached the fireplace mantle where his fathers long blade laid. He attacked as would a wounded animal, despreate for salvation and peace. He attacked...and paid for it in blood....Staggering from the place he once called home...the few keep guards chasing after him...the pain along his face was great...his uncle had taught him a valueable lesson.....and now Thanix would have the scare to remind him.....Months past as he ran....He never new where to, a destination would only have further clouded his thinking...He ran on and on, stopping only for moments stealing what he could and moving on....His life was shambles...he was broken...The next few years were tough on the man. Each year brought more trails and betrayls...each leaving him scard some physicaly some deeper then flesh can be wounded. Some months ago Thanix recived news in the form of a letter beaten and old...waiting for him at a back country inn he'd been staying at. The letter was from his cousin Thane with word that his sister and uncle were both found dead in the beds each stabbed through the throat....Many it seems thought the young brother had finally come back for revenge....The house of Berrix was shattered and left to the ages. The lands were broken into farmsteds and hamlets. The old keep was blocked up and remains empty....
He now wonders the lands searching for knowledge, knowledge of the only thing that brings him back to focus...the only thing that keeps the pain at bay, battle and bloodshed... Woe be the soul so hardened and tread upon. Woe be the spirit bent and broken. Woe to be Thanix of the fallen house of Berrix.
He now wonders the lands searching for knowledge, knowledge of the only thing that brings him back to focus...the only thing that keeps the pain at bay, battle and bloodshed... Woe be the soul so hardened and tread upon. Woe be the spirit bent and broken. Woe to be Thanix of the fallen house of Berrix.