User:Bel0rinAqule/Sandbox/Belorin Belgrave-Aqule

Belorin Lykos Belgrave-Aqule is an adult male half-elf and the first character of Minecrafter2250. He is responsible for the creation of the Ruskan language, as well as co-founding multiple organizations within the nation. Serving as a spy behind enemy lines during the Petrian War, he was introduced to the Ruskan government, where he would help create several key changes, including the transition from absolute to constitutional monarchy.

After many wars and geopolitical events, Belorin retired in a villa near Menaphos, with Constantine XII, where they both live today as they continue to write a new political treatise during their spare time, yet to be named.

Appearance
Belorin has red eyes, brown hair, pale skin, and a notable claw-mark scar across the right side of his face. His ears are pointed due to his elven DNA, but other than that looks human, for the most part. He is of average height, slender, and is described as having a stoic expression. Most commonly, he wears his red clothing that he's had since he was young, and occasionally a steel cuirass and pauldrons when traveling somewhere that may be dangerous.

Personality
His Myers-Briggs personality type being INTJ, he is introverted, thinks big-picture, makes decisions based on thought, and judges the information which he receives. He is known for being quiet and withdrawn, often reflecting upon his thoughts and avoiding pointless small-talk. This aspect of his personality has increased with age. Proceeding every scenario with relative caution, Belorin has learned to avoid many dangerous situations, after having spent years in the military, and from fending off bandits. He can be kind to the people who he believes to have earned it, but at times will act indifferent to the rest. A man of his word, he tends to uphold his end of a deal, but when he does need to lie, it is usually in the form equivocation and careful wording, so that if all else fails, he can go back to prove how the statement was technically truthful. He also tends to think of things from a historian's point of view, especially after knowing Constantine, another Ruskan. He is not known to ever have had a spouse or "significant other".

Early Life (201-215 TE)
Belorin Was born in Sovdal, Helmia in the year 201 TE to a Noxnorric human mother and a Glade-Elf father. Other relatives are unknown, due to the amnesia he received in his early teenage years. It was likely that his family belonged to a merchant or artisan class, but he was never able to identify them, and therefore this is also unknown. One of Belorin's earliest memories he can recall is being chased by a large, fast creature through the forest under a full moon, and waking up exhausted the next day under a tree with the scar on his face, still bleeding (described in Appearance). He would soon discover that he had been inflicted with lycanthropy; cursed to transform into a wolf every full moon.

For the next several weeks (or months), he would make his way across the forests of Syltör, and through the Bardonian countryside, managing to survive on stolen crops as well as other random finds.

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Castaway - Finding Ruska (215 TE)
After quite a while of being cast at sea, Belorin washed upon the shore of a small island called Aquifia. He was met by a man named Side Aqule, the Archduke of the isle, who showed him around the settlement. A new nation was under construction, under King Froby Von Aqule--an archipelago known as the Ruskan Federation. After the first day of his recovery, he was swiftly put to work, building, fishing, and processing materials on the island. He found that he was particularly skilled with architecture in comparison to other jobs, and so he decided to make that his primary focus of working. It had been explained that he had no idea where he came from, or much about his past, and so he was accepted as a part of the small community that was Ruska. A lot of other members had similar interesting stories--many were outcasts of some sort, some were pioneers attempting to achieve something great. Some were just trying to find peaceful refuge outside of their home country, or a place where they can work for pay. A few of these pioneers were Froby and his four sons, Pato, Prime, Lime, and Side. These five would begin a social and political entity that would change the Phagosian Sea forever.

Soon, Belorin would meet these others. At the time, he was still just another young worker on the island, but Prime taught him a bit about the region's geopolitics. This would become very useful later in his life. As he grew a bit older, he got to know people on the island better. He built his own small home out of spruce logs and planks (with help from other builders and material-workers), and became more skilled in hand-to-hand combat, which he had been practicing with his sword. During this time, the other islanders would discover his unfortunate curse of lycanthropy. A few weeks after he first arrived, the full moon was due. Somehow, he managed to go unseen for a long time, locking himself in his house before transformation. This went on for quite a few moon cycles. Later, someone would discover him due to poorly-timed circumstances, which will be described in a following section.

The Aquifian War - Raids on Humilau (217 TE)
By the time Belorin turned seventeen, a party of Glanran patrol soldiers traveled in small, wooden rowboats close to the shore of Aquifia. Glanra and Ruska had recently began a tension between each other, likely because of potential political competition in the region, cultural differences, and/or simply viewing one another as "annoying". These boats were seen as a threat, and so the citizens were alerted. As it turns out, these precautions were correct, as the Glanrans made their way toward the island, and began to attack civilians and military personnel with swords and arrows. The attackers claimed to be after Side, and would cease the attacks upon his surrender. Safe in his watchtower at the edge of the island, Side sent Aquifia's small militia force to defend against the attackers, as well as a messenger to row to the nearby island of Akuro, where the Ruskan officials would be notified. The message was a request for the government to intervene at a nation level, rather than regional, and send in military forces. As this would mean suffering a large loss in political popularity with the surrounding region, the government declined the request to declare war, but encouraged that the local forces continue to fight against the Glanrans.

All the while, Belorin was hiding the upper of the two small rooms in his home, with the shutters all closed and the ladder hatch locked. He could hear the commotion outside, but couldn't risk fighting an entire unit of properly equipped soldiers, for he was still an amateur fighter and would likely get himself killed.

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Life in the Phagosian Union - A Path to Success and Failure (217-230 TE)
After the battle, much of Aquifia--which had been renamed to Humilau--was left in smoldering ruins, including the wooden home that Belorin spent countless hours of work on completing. [WIP]

The Final Battle (317 TE)
By the start of 317 TE, it was announced across Rathnir that the Edlhamite Legions, backed by the god Solaris himself, had occupied nearly all of Rathnir, save for Haven, western Syltör, the North, and parts of Sparwood. Although they did not have full control over the regions they owned, the claimed to be the rightful owners. Soldiers marched through the streets of Alaar and in Menaphos, patrolling the region for any rebels before they reached Eyon, a town just southeast of Menaphos, where they would prepare the face one of the last powers of Rathnir--the Havenites. First unified under three empires of Uldarash, then again under Ashai, the people of this continent were ready as they'd ever be. Joining them would be people of free and occupied Ummarnu, soldiers from Alteniquia, Sparwood, Plagos, Syltör, Cymru, Sørligste, everyone who could--for this would be the turning point that would decide the fate of the people of Rathnir, before inevitably, the comet Iristor, would collide with the world, and all would come to an end.

Since Prime was dead, and Froby wasn't well enough to command the country, Belorin and Constantine brought matters into their own hands. Being well-respected figures in the city as scholars and elders, they were able to call the militia to action. The following excerpt depicts Belorin's (in-lore) address to the city on the day prior to the battle.

"Citizens of Menaphos, the ancient Jewel of the Deserts. It is with great [WIP SECTION]

Quotes
"Many ask about lycanthropy: 'Do you view it as a blessing or a curse?' In order for one to understand, they must ask themself whether or not it is worth it to dwell on things that are outside of one's own control."

"You know, this will probably kill my liver, but hey, we've got nineteen years left to live; might as well enjoy them. To one hundred years of living in this geopolitical hellhole we call home: Rathnir." Stated shortly before drinking a bottle of Knight's Love alcohol, referring to the comet that would soon collide with Rathnir.