Aproved SG Bio - CC'd by FL

[Liitha]

Name: Ayrik Drayven

 

 

 

E-mail: quibby[at]dragonmount[dot]com

 

 

 

Division: Shayol Ghul

 

 

 

Subdivision: Dreadlord

 

 

 

Physical Description: Ayrik Drayven is not a small man. He stands at 6’3” and weighs in at about 240 lbs. His build is athletic, though not muscular. His dusty blond hair hangs to his upper back, and he keeps it tied back at the base of his skull. His eyes, a light brown color, tell of a cold and calculating mind hidden behind them. He views human life as something to be used, not cherished. With no remorse, no guilt, no sadness, Ayrik is a borderline psychopath. Look-wise, Ayrik is far from ugly, though he isn’t quite the most handsome creature on the face of the earth. As a matter of fact, though he wouldn’t know it, if he were to cut his hair short and build his muscles, he would look just like Mehrin Deathwatch of the Band.

 

 

 

Being identical twins will do that to people.

 

 

 

Place of Birth/Raising: Unknown, raised in Tar Valon

 

 

 

History: It is strange how people from across the world can be connected in ways that they never imagined. Fate seems to be against them from the start. For instance, two infants, twin brothers who never knew each other and find themselves separated from one another can often live almost parallel lives, be happy, have a family, and one day find themselves reunited with one another.

 

 

 

Then again, they might not.

 

 

 

Tar Valon is the last place where one expects to find an abandoned child. However, one mild summer night, bookstore owners Talcon and Freya Drayven found just that screaming on their front doorstep. It is always an odd decision to take in such a child, but Talcon and Freya were an exception to such a rule. Freya was incapable of having children, and they had both wanted a son who would be able to one day take over the business. Not to mention somebody to shift attention away from them when people became curious about certain evening events. Friends of the Dark were not exactly welcome in Tar Valon. They took the child in, and named him Ayrik.

 

 

 

Ayrik was easily one of the more well-off children of Tar Valon. Not only did he live comfortably, he was surrounded by books. Showing some mental aptitude from a young age, Ayrik could almost always be found with some book or another. When he wasn’t reading, Ayrik would often sit in silence, his mind wandering. He could keep himself entertained for hours, even if he was only staring at a blank wall. His parents made sure that he received the proper education in other realms, as well. From an early age, Talcon and Freya educated their son in the ways of the Shadow, teaching him of the glories of the Great Lord, and the immortality that could be his if he held true. Even from a young age, the idea of immortality was quite attractive to Ayrik.

 

 

 

At the age of fourteen, Ayrik began showing some traits that were, quite frankly, disturbing. He would sit and listen to some of the adults that came into the store, occasionally saying something to bring about a shift in the conversation. He would then make what sounded like an idle remark, often with the result of the customer leaving the store with their purchase and either angry, embarrassed, or in tears. Each time they would ask him, Talcon and Freya would receive the same answer as to what had happened: “They’re so easy.” The look on his face after any of these sessions was unnerving. It was as if he was operating on a different level than them, and he knew it. The mere idea left the two with some trepidation about their son.

 

 

 

It would be only three years later that Ayrik would shatter the worlds of his parents. Both awoke to the sounds of him screaming in terror. Rushing to his room, they found Ayrik, still asleep. However, the stack of books on the small nightstand next to his bed was burning. Shaking him awake, Talcon suddenly found himself staring into the wild eyes of his son. Then he found himself hurled across the room and against the wall. In a moment, it was done. The fire disappeared as if it had never been, and Ayrik was sitting up in his bed, oddly calm given the situation. “I’ll be leaving in the morning,” was all he said. He knew all the signs that he’d need. The Circles would get him where he needed to be.

[Wayfarer]

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[Taei]

*bumping back into order*