Name: Xerxes Achthoven
Nickname: Xerxes
Age: Unknown
Species: Human
Race: Magic-User
Home World: Iolara
Home Land: Casyrias
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Omnisexual
Height: 5'10"
Hair Color: Brown
Eye color: Blue
Past
They knew that not everyone would share their opinion, and there would be some whom would try to stop the construction of this wall. Some because they believe that peace was not possible between the two nations and to consider the possibility was a foolish thing they would do everything in their power to keep from becoming a reality. Others because they wished to see the world destroyed. Than some more for a thousand different reasons. Whatever their reasons, those whom were building the wall knew they had to do both in silence and quickly. Which they did. Xerxes came into the world just after the wall had been closed.
His parents had been a part of the committee whom was building the wall, and they decided to go the Casyrias to see if they could convince the scientists to broker a more lasting peace with Virannova before the wall was put into place. They knew the likelihood of this mission being a success was next to nothing, but they had to try. They, also, knew they were very likely to get stuck on the Casyrians side of the wall. This was a fate that people from both side would share. His parents thought that if this happened they would make the best of it. They had no idea of the horrors that would await them and the other of their people whom got stuck on the Casyrian side of the wall. They had not thought the scientists were capable of such atrocities, but as soon as the wall went up they begun to descend upon the magic-users like vultures upon a fresh carcass and stealing them away for their horrendous experiments.
Xerxes' parents felt bad for what was happening to their people. They believed that it was their fault that they were being tortured and abused in the manner they were. They told themselves they should have told their people on this side of the wall about its construction and told them to get to the other side before it was put into place. Of course, deep down they knew such a thought was foolish. No one had believed the Casyrians were capable of such horrors even at their worst. More than that some of the magic-user considered Casyrias their home. Still this did not stop them from blaming themselves, and they decided to do everything within their power to protect their against the atrocities being committed upon them. They did this by creating a caravan that would be a safe haven for any magic-user that sought it.
Not every magic-user thought it was a good idea. Some thought a constantly moving caravan provided inadequate protection against the horrors that was being flung upon their people. They believed more permanent communities were a better answers. Others believed that such actions were foolish because it would only serve to alienate them further from the scientists. They should try everything within their power to integrate into the Casyrians society--even give up their magic. Perhaps, if they did this they would stop being used as subject for these terrible experiments. Xerxes' parents did not allow such thoughts deter them. They figured that everyone one had the right to decide what it is best for themselves.
Many joined their caravan and it become a happy community that Xerxes was born into just five years after the wall had been put up. He was loved and adored by everyone within this caravan whom he regarded as his family. They thought him about his heritage and the culture of Virannova whom they had been separated from--including their magics. They begun to focus more heavily on his magically training when it came to their attention that he was born with extremely rare special powers. Xerxes lived a happy life for his first eight years than everything changed. The caravan that had been his home and family for those eight wonderful years decided to make camp for the night. They set up protective wards to keep anyone whom wished them harmed from getting through. Either the spells were not as strong as they thought or the scientists had already been on the inside when it was cast. It was, also, possible they had slowly been picking away at their protective wards for some time.
Whatever the truth, the scientists swept through their camp slaughtering every magic-user within. Xerxes' parents catching wind of this, moved to get their only child out of the camp. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay and fight, but when he noticed the other parents doing the same with their children he decided that it was his duty to protect them. He fled with the other children of the camp---hoping and praying that his parents would somehow survive the onslaught that had seized his home. Those prays were not answered. In fact, none whom had remained within the camp lived. The scientist were not done. They pursued those whom had escape the camp that night. Xerxes thought it was to kill them all because that what they did with every member of his family they got their hands upon. He tried everything within his power to protect the other children he had fled with, but it was all in vain.
One by one they were killed until he was the only one that remained. He thought that he was going to share their fate, and he accepted it. There was nothing he wished for more than to join his loved ones within the realm of the dead or to be tossed within the pits of the damned as punishment for his failure to keep his vows. However, death would not greet him that day. The scientist had slaughtered everyone he loved to get to him and his powers. He was outraged. He would not submit to whatever they had in store for him. He would fight against them so much that they would have no choice, but to put him down just like they had done his family. He fought them tooth and nail, but it was to no avail. He was just a child still learning his abilities, and they were prepared for everything he threw their way.
He was taken kicking and screaming to their labs where they tortured him with their endless experiments. While he remembered every painful moment of those experiment he doesn't know what exactly they had done to him. He just know when everything was said and done he couldn't die. No matter what was thrown at him he could not be killed. The scientist whom had experimented upon him were amused by this, but Xerxes was horrified. They had taken from him a gift that was granted to every living creature. Death for Xerxes was not something to be feared, but rather an old friend whom came to bring you home when the act of living became too much. More than that, he was terrified what his inability to die could mean for the balance of the universe. It was an affront to the natural order.
He found himself hating the scientist even more than he had when they first brought him to their labs. He slaughtered them all, and set out to find a cure for the disease that he had been cursed with. It was within that moment he discovered just how long he had been within their labs. It was much longer than he had thought. Those magic-users whom had remained on the Casyrians side of the wall were no referred to as witches. This did not matter to Xerxes. He only cared about finding a way to undo what had been done to him. He believed that if he hurt enough of the scientist people that they would give him what he sought, and so he formed a terrorist organization. There were no shortage of recruits. Witches from all over Casyrias flocked to join his organization. They saw it as a way to get back at those whom had tormented them for years beyond counting. Xerxes did not care why they wished to joined. Such things did not matter to him. The more the merrier, at least, as long as they didn't stand in the way of his goal.
Yet, it did not matter what he threw at the scientist they would not give him what he sought. Eventually he decided that the only way for death to find him was to do something so big that Iolara herself would have no choice but to strike him down. News of the wall that separated Casyrias and Virannova from each other had come down. No one knew what this meant, but leaders from both side saw this as a chance to broker that lasting peace their ancestor had failed to established all those eons ago. Everything appeared to be heading in the right direction because the king of Virannova was heading to the Casyrians capital city--Alspic--to sign the peace treaty. This was not something that Xerxes wanted, and so when he heard that the king of Virannova's son was going to be escorted to Alspic instead of his father he saw an opportunity that he could not ignore.
He remembered what he had been taught about Virannovan culture when he was a child, and wondered how much their cultural had changed since the construction of the wall. The fact the king of Virannova was allowing his only child go with the scientist alone suggested that they still had the practice of handing over their most precious treasure as a way of testing whether or not someone was worthy of the peace they sought. Of course, it probably didn't matter if such a thing was true. No father--especially a king--would respond kindly to their son and heir being hurt. He knew he had to arrange it so the prince of Virannova met an unfortunate accident. He hired an assassin to kill the prince, but he didn't tell her that whom her target was. He knew if she knew the truth that she might not take the job, or worse inform someone of his plan thus making any other attempts improbable.
He told the assassin that her target was the Scientist leader's son. He knew it was not the killing of a child she would have a problem with, but rather as a witch she would have issue with killing the crowned prince of Virannova. Witches took as much pride within the young prince as the rest of the people of Virannova did. The deception was not that hard to pull off. The Scientist Leader's son was suppose to be upon that transport, but had been removed at the last minute due to his sickly nature. He had been born ill and was often bed ridden. He kept the assassin from discovering that her target would not be upon the transport as well as keeping the fact that the prince of Virannova would. So, when she saw a child upon the airship that was traveling from Virannova to Alspic she would assume that the boy was her target.
His deception worked because not long after he sent the assassin on her mission he received news that an attempt upon the crowned prince of Virannova life had been made. He heard the boy survived the attack. He didn't care about that. The boy didn't need to die for his goal to be met, and it was met. The magic-user were outraged over what had been done to their prince. They demanded blood and blood was what their king was willing to give them. He declared that there would not be peace. More than that he declared that for what they had done to his boy he would wipe every last one of the scientist from the face of the world. Xerxes knew the scientist would not stand idly by and allow themselves to be eradicated. War broke out across Iolara.
Sometime during his quest to break his curse, Xerxes had a daughter, whom was his pride and joy. He loved her more than anyone whom he had came upon since breaking out of the labs which had cursed him. In fact, he thought he was incapable of such emotions. He certainly had not loved her mother. She had been nothing more than a source of entertainment that he tossed aside once he became bored of her. His daughter was a different story, and for fourteen wonderful years he took to the role of fatherhood to such a degree that there were times he debated on giving up his quest to end his curse, at least while his daughter lived. However, his daughter would be taken from him, Killed by one of his own. His daughter had fallen in love with the son of one of Xerxes terrorists, and the boy felt the same for her. The boy's mother was not happy to discover this. She hold the same feeling for her son as Xerxes' daughter, and she became upset that he did not share her affection. So, she killed Xerxes' daughter in a fit of jealousy.
He was grief stricken over her death, and wanted to get revenge against the one whom had taken his beloved child from him. However, it seemed she decided to beat him to the punch. She decided to take her son to commit suicide within the mountain that was within his camp. He thought of following them to make sure that the task was done, at least where the one whom had done the physical act of killing his daughter was concern. However, he put his side for vengeance long enough to give his precious child a proper burial. Once he was done with that task he climb the mountain to the spot where he heard his daughter's killer and son were to be. He found the woman whom had murdered his daughter's body but her son was no where in sight. Footprint within the snow told him the story of what happened. Someone had came and took the boy away. Who and for what reason, Xerxes had no idea, but he was certain he would find out.
Xerxes returned to his camp to continue his grieving process. Yet, as much as he was sadden over the lost of his child there was another part that leapt with joy. His daughter's death meant she had not inherited his curse. It meant that the curse was superficial rather than something deeper. This did not get him any closer to figuring out how to undo it, but he still considered the news a good one.
Upon the world of Iolara there are two races of people whom rule equally. Some say that this is the way it has always been. Other say that not only these two races, but all the other people whom calls this world home existed as one. If this is true. No one know what happened to make the one into many. Through, given the difference between the two major player the answer might lay there. The first race are simply referred to as scientist. They are a group of people whom uses scientific approach to solve any problem that happens their way and are very technically advanced. They call their land Casyrias. The second nation, which is called Virannova, has a more medieval like society because they resolved every problem with magic. These two nations were as different from each other as one might suspect.
These difference lead to many wars breaking out between the two nations. There were moments of peace between them, but it was short lived. It was becoming clear that this constant fighting was having an impact upon the planet, and if the two nations did not figure a way to ensure a more lasting peace between their two countries that their planet would be destroyed. However, both sides believed that too much hatred existed between the two for such a thing to be possible. It was for this reason that the people of Virannova decided to build a wall. They did not believe the wall would remain in place forever, but they hoped that it would be in place long enough for Iolara to heal and just maybe for the hatred between Virannova and Casyrias to diminish enough that peace would be possible.
These difference lead to many wars breaking out between the two nations. There were moments of peace between them, but it was short lived. It was becoming clear that this constant fighting was having an impact upon the planet, and if the two nations did not figure a way to ensure a more lasting peace between their two countries that their planet would be destroyed. However, both sides believed that too much hatred existed between the two for such a thing to be possible. It was for this reason that the people of Virannova decided to build a wall. They did not believe the wall would remain in place forever, but they hoped that it would be in place long enough for Iolara to heal and just maybe for the hatred between Virannova and Casyrias to diminish enough that peace would be possible.
They knew that not everyone would share their opinion, and there would be some whom would try to stop the construction of this wall. Some because they believe that peace was not possible between the two nations and to consider the possibility was a foolish thing they would do everything in their power to keep from becoming a reality. Others because they wished to see the world destroyed. Than some more for a thousand different reasons. Whatever their reasons, those whom were building the wall knew they had to do both in silence and quickly. Which they did. Xerxes came into the world just after the wall had been closed.
His parents had been a part of the committee whom was building the wall, and they decided to go the Casyrias to see if they could convince the scientists to broker a more lasting peace with Virannova before the wall was put into place. They knew the likelihood of this mission being a success was next to nothing, but they had to try. They, also, knew they were very likely to get stuck on the Casyrians side of the wall. This was a fate that people from both side would share. His parents thought that if this happened they would make the best of it. They had no idea of the horrors that would await them and the other of their people whom got stuck on the Casyrian side of the wall. They had not thought the scientists were capable of such atrocities, but as soon as the wall went up they begun to descend upon the magic-users like vultures upon a fresh carcass and stealing them away for their horrendous experiments.
Xerxes' parents felt bad for what was happening to their people. They believed that it was their fault that they were being tortured and abused in the manner they were. They told themselves they should have told their people on this side of the wall about its construction and told them to get to the other side before it was put into place. Of course, deep down they knew such a thought was foolish. No one had believed the Casyrians were capable of such horrors even at their worst. More than that some of the magic-user considered Casyrias their home. Still this did not stop them from blaming themselves, and they decided to do everything within their power to protect their against the atrocities being committed upon them. They did this by creating a caravan that would be a safe haven for any magic-user that sought it.
Not every magic-user thought it was a good idea. Some thought a constantly moving caravan provided inadequate protection against the horrors that was being flung upon their people. They believed more permanent communities were a better answers. Others believed that such actions were foolish because it would only serve to alienate them further from the scientists. They should try everything within their power to integrate into the Casyrians society--even give up their magic. Perhaps, if they did this they would stop being used as subject for these terrible experiments. Xerxes' parents did not allow such thoughts deter them. They figured that everyone one had the right to decide what it is best for themselves.
Many joined their caravan and it become a happy community that Xerxes was born into just five years after the wall had been put up. He was loved and adored by everyone within this caravan whom he regarded as his family. They thought him about his heritage and the culture of Virannova whom they had been separated from--including their magics. They begun to focus more heavily on his magically training when it came to their attention that he was born with extremely rare special powers. Xerxes lived a happy life for his first eight years than everything changed. The caravan that had been his home and family for those eight wonderful years decided to make camp for the night. They set up protective wards to keep anyone whom wished them harmed from getting through. Either the spells were not as strong as they thought or the scientists had already been on the inside when it was cast. It was, also, possible they had slowly been picking away at their protective wards for some time.
Whatever the truth, the scientists swept through their camp slaughtering every magic-user within. Xerxes' parents catching wind of this, moved to get their only child out of the camp. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay and fight, but when he noticed the other parents doing the same with their children he decided that it was his duty to protect them. He fled with the other children of the camp---hoping and praying that his parents would somehow survive the onslaught that had seized his home. Those prays were not answered. In fact, none whom had remained within the camp lived. The scientist were not done. They pursued those whom had escape the camp that night. Xerxes thought it was to kill them all because that what they did with every member of his family they got their hands upon. He tried everything within his power to protect the other children he had fled with, but it was all in vain.
One by one they were killed until he was the only one that remained. He thought that he was going to share their fate, and he accepted it. There was nothing he wished for more than to join his loved ones within the realm of the dead or to be tossed within the pits of the damned as punishment for his failure to keep his vows. However, death would not greet him that day. The scientist had slaughtered everyone he loved to get to him and his powers. He was outraged. He would not submit to whatever they had in store for him. He would fight against them so much that they would have no choice, but to put him down just like they had done his family. He fought them tooth and nail, but it was to no avail. He was just a child still learning his abilities, and they were prepared for everything he threw their way.
He was taken kicking and screaming to their labs where they tortured him with their endless experiments. While he remembered every painful moment of those experiment he doesn't know what exactly they had done to him. He just know when everything was said and done he couldn't die. No matter what was thrown at him he could not be killed. The scientist whom had experimented upon him were amused by this, but Xerxes was horrified. They had taken from him a gift that was granted to every living creature. Death for Xerxes was not something to be feared, but rather an old friend whom came to bring you home when the act of living became too much. More than that, he was terrified what his inability to die could mean for the balance of the universe. It was an affront to the natural order.
He found himself hating the scientist even more than he had when they first brought him to their labs. He slaughtered them all, and set out to find a cure for the disease that he had been cursed with. It was within that moment he discovered just how long he had been within their labs. It was much longer than he had thought. Those magic-users whom had remained on the Casyrians side of the wall were no referred to as witches. This did not matter to Xerxes. He only cared about finding a way to undo what had been done to him. He believed that if he hurt enough of the scientist people that they would give him what he sought, and so he formed a terrorist organization. There were no shortage of recruits. Witches from all over Casyrias flocked to join his organization. They saw it as a way to get back at those whom had tormented them for years beyond counting. Xerxes did not care why they wished to joined. Such things did not matter to him. The more the merrier, at least, as long as they didn't stand in the way of his goal.
Yet, it did not matter what he threw at the scientist they would not give him what he sought. Eventually he decided that the only way for death to find him was to do something so big that Iolara herself would have no choice but to strike him down. News of the wall that separated Casyrias and Virannova from each other had come down. No one knew what this meant, but leaders from both side saw this as a chance to broker that lasting peace their ancestor had failed to established all those eons ago. Everything appeared to be heading in the right direction because the king of Virannova was heading to the Casyrians capital city--Alspic--to sign the peace treaty. This was not something that Xerxes wanted, and so when he heard that the king of Virannova's son was going to be escorted to Alspic instead of his father he saw an opportunity that he could not ignore.
He remembered what he had been taught about Virannovan culture when he was a child, and wondered how much their cultural had changed since the construction of the wall. The fact the king of Virannova was allowing his only child go with the scientist alone suggested that they still had the practice of handing over their most precious treasure as a way of testing whether or not someone was worthy of the peace they sought. Of course, it probably didn't matter if such a thing was true. No father--especially a king--would respond kindly to their son and heir being hurt. He knew he had to arrange it so the prince of Virannova met an unfortunate accident. He hired an assassin to kill the prince, but he didn't tell her that whom her target was. He knew if she knew the truth that she might not take the job, or worse inform someone of his plan thus making any other attempts improbable.
He told the assassin that her target was the Scientist leader's son. He knew it was not the killing of a child she would have a problem with, but rather as a witch she would have issue with killing the crowned prince of Virannova. Witches took as much pride within the young prince as the rest of the people of Virannova did. The deception was not that hard to pull off. The Scientist Leader's son was suppose to be upon that transport, but had been removed at the last minute due to his sickly nature. He had been born ill and was often bed ridden. He kept the assassin from discovering that her target would not be upon the transport as well as keeping the fact that the prince of Virannova would. So, when she saw a child upon the airship that was traveling from Virannova to Alspic she would assume that the boy was her target.
His deception worked because not long after he sent the assassin on her mission he received news that an attempt upon the crowned prince of Virannova life had been made. He heard the boy survived the attack. He didn't care about that. The boy didn't need to die for his goal to be met, and it was met. The magic-user were outraged over what had been done to their prince. They demanded blood and blood was what their king was willing to give them. He declared that there would not be peace. More than that he declared that for what they had done to his boy he would wipe every last one of the scientist from the face of the world. Xerxes knew the scientist would not stand idly by and allow themselves to be eradicated. War broke out across Iolara.
Sometime during his quest to break his curse, Xerxes had a daughter, whom was his pride and joy. He loved her more than anyone whom he had came upon since breaking out of the labs which had cursed him. In fact, he thought he was incapable of such emotions. He certainly had not loved her mother. She had been nothing more than a source of entertainment that he tossed aside once he became bored of her. His daughter was a different story, and for fourteen wonderful years he took to the role of fatherhood to such a degree that there were times he debated on giving up his quest to end his curse, at least while his daughter lived. However, his daughter would be taken from him, Killed by one of his own. His daughter had fallen in love with the son of one of Xerxes terrorists, and the boy felt the same for her. The boy's mother was not happy to discover this. She hold the same feeling for her son as Xerxes' daughter, and she became upset that he did not share her affection. So, she killed Xerxes' daughter in a fit of jealousy.
He was grief stricken over her death, and wanted to get revenge against the one whom had taken his beloved child from him. However, it seemed she decided to beat him to the punch. She decided to take her son to commit suicide within the mountain that was within his camp. He thought of following them to make sure that the task was done, at least where the one whom had done the physical act of killing his daughter was concern. However, he put his side for vengeance long enough to give his precious child a proper burial. Once he was done with that task he climb the mountain to the spot where he heard his daughter's killer and son were to be. He found the woman whom had murdered his daughter's body but her son was no where in sight. Footprint within the snow told him the story of what happened. Someone had came and took the boy away. Who and for what reason, Xerxes had no idea, but he was certain he would find out.
Xerxes returned to his camp to continue his grieving process. Yet, as much as he was sadden over the lost of his child there was another part that leapt with joy. His daughter's death meant she had not inherited his curse. It meant that the curse was superficial rather than something deeper. This did not get him any closer to figuring out how to undo it, but he still considered the news a good one.
Present
Years have passed since Virannova and Casyrias has started their war. It shows no sign of stopping, but leadership of the two nations have fallen to the sons. It is unclear what type of leader they will be, or how long the leader of the scientist would rule due to his illness. Many are surprised that he had survived this long, and some believe he should give up his position of power to someone whom isn't half way in his grave on a good day. Xerxes does not care about this. Whom rules each nation does not matter to him. Their leaders could be monkeys for all he cares. He only cares that this war he played a major part in starting continues. He does whatever he can to fan the flame of hate between the two. Through, it does not matter if both sides decides to paint him as their enemy. In fact, some part hope that they do.
If they come to hate him as much as they did each other than perhaps one of them will figure out a way to end his curse. Even if they never turn their hatred towards him, Xerxes is certain that what he has done has not escaped Iolara's attention and she will do whatever she believe is needed to keep being destroyed. Surely, she will see him as the catalyst for the horrors that is currently raging upon her surface. Horrors that some are saying are worse than the ones that had existed before the construction of the wall. He hopes that Iolara will decide that ending him will be the only way to stop the fires that burns upon her surface. Only time will tell.
If they come to hate him as much as they did each other than perhaps one of them will figure out a way to end his curse. Even if they never turn their hatred towards him, Xerxes is certain that what he has done has not escaped Iolara's attention and she will do whatever she believe is needed to keep being destroyed. Surely, she will see him as the catalyst for the horrors that is currently raging upon her surface. Horrors that some are saying are worse than the ones that had existed before the construction of the wall. He hopes that Iolara will decide that ending him will be the only way to stop the fires that burns upon her surface. Only time will tell.
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