Salen

Salen de Consau II is a Lautine noble and merchant currently reciding in the Consai Crownlands as the realm's Autocrat. He was born in the year 147 AJC in the Lorentish region of the Realm of the Consau. He is the sole surviving and youngest son of BeautifulFear and LostCreativity.

Appearence
Salen is a Lautine meaning he originates from the western parts of Sørligste and possesses classic Lautine features as pale skin, white / gray hair and bright orange-red eyes. His eyes are slightly more red than the average Lautine due to his noble background and close standing to the royal Luth family with their recognizable red eyes. He primarily wears the Consau family clothing consisting of a dark set of armour decorated with lightblue cloths and short capes representing the colours of the Consau family.

Personality
Salen is oftenly described as caring and loving towards his close friends and family, however he's known to be a merciless monster in his worklife. He will go to any means necesarry to achieve what he wants with no thought on the consequences it brings to the affected individuals. Betrayal is a reoccuring trait in Salen's career with the only nation he hasn't betrayed being Lorent, the home of his family. The drastic differences between his life gives him a two-faced appearance with a kind and caring side and a manipulative, scheming and deceiving one.

Early life
Growing up in Consau, Salen never had any real relationship with his father LostCreativity who was constantly far away in foreign lands expanding his realm. The young Salen was always close to his mother tho and spent as much time as possible with her in her clear moments. His mother was often very sick and was for the majority of his childhood restrained to a bed in their home. The few moments he saw his father was in between his trips where he spoke of great foreign lands, conquests, exotic products and more. All things that fascinated Salen into becoming like his father in an effort to spend time together.

Salen had many siblings of which he was the youngest and not only by a year or two, but decades. Fortunately he saw more of his siblings than his father and enjoyed a good relation with almost all of them, something he'd realise was for the worst. Slowly over the years his siblings perished. Some died in battle, others decease or they were never heard from again. In whichever way it happened, Salen lost his only friends he'd ever had.

Ecountering Lutherius
Salen saw his father from time to time, but most of that time was spent getting tutored about the dangers of religion and the gods. His father was obssessed with the gods and had a burning hatred for them, however Salen never understood why they were such a danger. He was the opposite infact, he had a great interest in myths and legends of those who came before. He had an exceptionally strong interest in Luthurn and Lutherious as he had listened to the peoples of Lorent whisper about his greatness. No religious worshipper was allowed within the Consau's borders except for the elite. Once in a while a Lex or Lunex would stop by and they were by appereance much more similair to Salen himself than he was to his parents. He wondered if this meant he was not like his parents and maybe he was even supposed to join the Lautine peoples in their worship of Lutherius. So he snuck out to see the wonders of Lorent.

He ran along the small dirt road exiting Consau, jumped the small river on the edge of their lands and past the warning signs to keep out of Consau. He had made it, he was in the lands of Lutherius. Salen looked around, examining the dark enviroment. The trees were since long dead, a cold wind all over that neglected the growth of too much life and a sky that was the darkest he had ever seen, one that hadn't seen the sun in centuries. Despite this being a cold and dark landscape wrapping around Salen wherever he went, he was not scared. In fact he didn't mind it at all. In the distance lights were flashing far and bright, a city he figured, Relmont.

Salen entered the city in hopes of seeing a glimpse of Lutherius. The city was full of people living their daily lives, rushing to their work, opening shops and cleaning up the roads. No one seemed to notice Salen at all, he felt like he truly fit in and could even belong in a place like this. He walked along the cramped streets of Relmont until he saw it upon the hill, the church! Excitingly he ran up the hill and silently entered the grand building, A ceremony was taking place in the church, a preacher of sorts stood in the front of the grand hall, a Lusiphis he figured. Suddenly a person in the front was lit on fire and vanished in an instant. Then suddenly they were born a new. The sight gave Salen a feeling of a greater presence among them. The full moon shined brightly through the windows of the church being the only other light source than the few candles inside and then he saw something. Movement in the distance, almost like it was at the moon itself and there Salen saw it, an eye with a glow like blue fire staring at him through the window. The mere sight was enough for Salen to freeze in place and then he understood this presence. It was what he came to see, Lutherius.

Lorent
As the years passed and Salen grew older he became more involved with the local politics. As his father became ever more distant in affairs far away in haven Salen basically ruled Consau. He received Lorentish government titles such as Leneth, Lex and eventually Lunex, making him the ruler of all Consau lands in Lorent. Salen spent his time as a Lunex improving upon the lands he had, but to put it mildly. He was uninterested in ruling the same lands as he had spent his entire childhood in. He began to read reports from his father about distant lands and the great opportunities they possessed and he wondered if he could one day be like his father and explore the world. It was not many years into his career that news came from haven. His father had died at the hands of a nebulan deep in the jungle, leaving Salen as the single surviving Consau, the ruler of the entire realm.