Clufiy

Out of Character
Clufiy is a 4th generation player, meaning a player who arrived from the fourth Stoney video regarding Rathnir, that joined the server on February 15th. He was the first citizen of Skjoldrbróðir, Founder of three separate country's Escania, Resilnya and Batu, and A Maid Café Owner. He was also a helper until he quit the server(Has now rejoined officially on 1/6/24). He's made several different characters most having one thing in common their connection to demons/devils normally sporting a pair of horns. It is known he has been apart of a demon race for most if not all his characters.

= First Journey =

Emergence
Clufiy would emerge into the world of Rathir one day remembering very little at first. It is said Clufiy first landed in the continent of Plagos where he would wander for months. Clufiy began remember bits and pieces of his life before Rathnir, first was his name Clufiy Ainfer, then came patchwork memories of an unknown world. These memories put Clufiy in a state of hysteria for a month while he sorted through them all. Eventually Clufiy would sort his memories and through them came new information unknown to himself. Clufiy is a noble demon from the Ainfer family. A long royal lineage from the unknown world he used to inhabit. The death, chaos, and tyranny of his realm drove Clufiy to blood sport that being his only goal. What confused Clufiy the most was the gaps and holes in these memories such as black out faces and voices distorted. Who where his parents? How did he get here? So Clufiy set out hoping to find out these mysteries. He would then meet ACON.

Skjoldrbróðir
Clufiy met ACON while wondering looking for clues of his past. ACON intrigued Clufiy unlike other wonderers that came before him. ACON's ideal, his drive, and his mission. Following this meeting Clufiy would follow ACON along with the others he had recruited Ezee8, Higion, Ruralwolf and Ghoul. There journey would lead them to go north where they would go on to found the first town of Skjoldrbróðir called Ustokol which was a small but quaint town isolated from the rest of the world, which would later become its capital. Skjoldrbróðir would go through many ups and downs, losing independence to Bardonian rule where Clufiy would go to fight in several small conflicts for them. Following this Clufiy would become sick of this new Skjoldrbróðir and there rulers and so did another Skjold citizen by the name of Raftzi.

Escania
Clufiy and Raftzi would leave Ustokol and start wondering to start a anew with big ambition. They would eventually arrive at current day Galitz where they would found the country of Escania. Clufiy and Raftzi would go on to build up Galitz where they then recruited Samael Vorpes Delgrenzva. This would continue until Clufiy would suddenly fall into a coma. When Clufiy awoke Escania was no more all that was left was the city bare with no signs of life. Clufiy would then set off in search of his friends leaving Galitz behind.

Bardonia
Not much is known of Clufiy's stay in Bardonia, although it was here he met his later co-founders TheRealYuca, Jacob_Owl, I_ce, Ceibichiiii, and Jubuli. Where they had all heard about the discovery of a new land called Eldham.

Batu
Clufiy as well as TheRealYuca, Jacob_Owl, I_ce, Ceibichiiii, and Jubuli would set off to journey to the land of Eldham. They would eventually arrive in the continent of Serrona or the southern lands of Eldham. This is where they would establish Lazodi the capital of Batu a new country forged under Ice and Steel. In Batu Clufiy would found the Altercast Mirza;a play on his Ainfer name, a clan of warriors. Shortly after founding Batu Clufiy would be exploring the nearby south-eastern forests when suddenly he was attack by a unknown person, who was later found to be from a small country called Jabal. Severely wounded Clufiy would make it back to Lazodi to tell his comrades about the new found enemies on there door step. Yuca who was the leader of Batu took immediate action and called for war. This is were Clufiy would meet the Vulpers a fox people who they had met while Clufiy was exploring. The Vulper people were way calmer then the people of Jabal and this is where their alliance would start, the two powerhouse country's of the south. The war party made of Vulpers and the people of Lazodi alike marched to where Jabal was located giving a ultimatum to leave the south which out-matched they had no choice but to comply. Years would past by Federation's with Batu rose and collapsed. Until Clufiy would finally leave his friends as he heard of the tales of a leader called ACON to the north. So Clufiy set out once more to find an old friend...

His Return.
A demon found along ACON's way to the Skjoldrbrodir Homeland and Capital of Ustokol. Clufiy one of the founders of Skjoldrbrodir who had left suddenly, a legend in Skjoldrbrodir’s history, and to be left to the past, or so everyone thought.

One day, ACON leader of Skjoldrbrodir was traveling by horseback with a group of guards along a highway northbound in the Eldham to inspect one of his many Jarldoms when suddenly they were stopped by what appeared to be a young man with ashy brown hair with what appeared to be cat ears, and behind him, a tail wagging slowly in the wind. ACON’s guards raise their weapons at the man's throat as ACON asks the young man who he is and why he has stopped him. He speaks in a low hush in a lost ancient language. As ACON hears this, he shouts, "PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPONS MEN! '' The young man smirks, and ACON asks, "I haven't seen you in years, where have you been?" The young man explains “It has been to long old friend, I remember the days when we settled Ustokol” The guards then realize that this man was the only true demon in the history of Skjoldrbrodir, as well as one of the founders. Clufiy Ainfer, had returned.

Left Behind
Clufiy returned to Skjoldrbrodir, and looking around, he realized that he knew almost no one. His return to a big and powerful Skjoldrbrodir, where he was only known as a history, it did something to Clufiy. He had been forgotten. They had left him in the past. He thought for a minute in his destranged and unstable mental state and came to a resolution that this was his fault he should have never left all those years ago, so he would not tell anyone else who he was and live a new life.

A Troubling Start
Clufiy begins his new life wandering the lands of Skjoldrbrodir and around the continent of Phoros. During his journeys, Clufiy met many people, but he never got close to those people, so he continued to wander, eventually being attacked by many emotions such as loneliness and sadness and anger. That was until one day, when Clufiy got caught in a sinkhole and was buried beneath the sand and stone of Eldham. Clufiy, now trapped in a room of darkness, looked around, and he saw a tiny ray of light shining onto a tiny run-down stone pedestal decorated with gold and a strange symbol. On that pedestal sat a piece of paper that looked centuries old with a strange language written on it. To Clufiy’s surprise, he was able to read it and the words began to flow into his mind. Clufiy began to read the ancient script about an ancient cat god in the heavens. Enthralled by the story about a god and her cat descendants, and he wonders about his eyes and strange tail, the other half of himself that to him is unknown. Is he one of these descendants the script spoke of? As Clufiy thought about his newfound discoveries, the light grew dimmer, and before he knew it, the room was plunged into darkness and night had befallen him. Clufiy spent days in this new hole, which he now called the Ankhatorium, a word he had found inscribed on one of the 6 pillars around the room. Clufiy would eventually read and learn more about this god from the words inscribed into the Ankhatorium around him, learning her name and the worship of which he would begin to praise as the one true god. Clufiy would spend his days locked in the Ankhatorium, and he would find himself starting to see things and talking to the shadowy demon-like figures that reminded him of his fargone home. Clufiy would begin to develop a sense of bloodlust and insanity, killing any living object in the Ankhatorium; mice, rats, insects, anything that moved. He would begin to live off of rat meat or any source of food he could scavenge. He began to lose track of time, and he didn't know how much time had passed... Has it been days, weeks, or years? Clufiy would spend what felt like an eternity scavenging, learning the worship of Ankha, and talking to the shadow people. Until one night, Clufiy could hear the winds of a storm outside of the ankhatorium as he fell asleep. When Clufiy awoke in the make-shift bed he had created for himself he heard a scratching digging sound and he heard voices?... Clufiy couldn’t believe what his ears were depicting the sounds of voices, one sounding femine and bossy and the other(s) sounding masciline. Clufiy would call out to who he now knows as Nethhala von Rosthorn. Where she would respond  by helping Clufiy out of his Sanctuary that had saved him from near death. Clufiy would come to know more about Neth after he got out the hole, who she was, what she was doing here, and her adventures predating the rescue. Clufiy, who admired his savior, asked her if he could come with her back to her home and family where Neth would respond with a yes.

The Rosthorns
Clufiy would then spend his days running around with his new found family at their residences of Cottonmouth Creek and The Rosewood Manor. This group he called family would lead to much happiness for Clufiy and he would learn that his old quest to find his past before Rathnir and Eldham was not necessary anymore as this was his new home and his new Family. That was till Clufiy was suddenly ripped into what can only be described at pure white void. For him it was minutes outside though was different. Clufiy would come back to a new world one without Batu, Skjoldrbrodir, or his new Family. Everything was different.... He lost everything. Clufiy would gather up what he could and set out once more killing those who stood in his way before collapsing and everything went black. = Second Journey =

Mallo
(in short new abex character)

Clufiy would awaken to a cold biting frost across his face, and limb that were short and stubby. Clufiy's soul had gone through transference once more...Clufiy's new body went by a new name though.. Mallo. Amidst the icy embrace of winter, the castle stood like a sentinel against the biting winds. Its turrets, cloaked in snow, reached for the heavens, and the ancient oaks surrounding it whispered secrets to the night. The guard, his breath crystallizing in the frigid air, strained his eyes to discern the shapes beyond the gates. The moon, a pale crescent, cast eerie shadows on the snow-draped ground. And then, from the darkness, came the desperate cries—a child abandoned, left to fate’s capricious whims. The babe’s wails echoed through the stone walls, piercing the stillness of the night. The guard’s heart clenched; he knew he must act swiftly. His voice carried down to the keepers within, urging them to raise the heavy portcullis. They scrambled, their lanterns flickering, and soon the gates groaned open. The child lay in a woven basket, swaddled in frost-kissed blankets. Its cries softened as the keepers lifted it, their breath visible in the chill. They hurried across the courtyard, boots crunching on snow, and carried the infant within the castle walls. News of the foundling reached High Catoal Lysandra—a young ruler with eyes as sharp as the icicles hanging from the eaves named after the goddess Lysundra. She sat in her chamber, candlelight dancing on her regal features, as maids and attendants bustled around her. When they presented the child, her gaze fell upon the tiny face framed by white and black locks. The babe’s eyes held a mystery—the left, a milky white, as if touched by moonlight; the right, obsidian black, as if forged in shadow. Lysandra’s fingers brushed the child’s cheek, and she felt a shiver pass through her. The name whispered in her mind: Mallo. The basket bore a black tag, its edges frayed, and upon it, written in crimson ink that seemed almost to bleed, was the name. Mallo—a name both haunting and beautiful, like the snow-kissed roses that bloomed in the castle gardens. As the hearth crackled and the castle walls absorbed the night’s secrets, Lysandra made her decision. She would raise this child, this enigma of frost and darkness. For fate had delivered Mallo to her gates, and perhaps destiny had woven their threads together.

In the earlier years, life within the castle walls was a blend of duty, discipline, and discovery. As the unofficial heir to the throne of Resilnya, Mallo was raised with a keen awareness of his future responsibilities, instilled with a sense of duty from a young age. From the moment he could walk, Mallo was groomed for leadership, his days filled with lessons in diplomacy, strategy, and the art of governance. Under the watchful eye of his tutors and mentors, he absorbed knowledge like a sponge, his thirst for learning matched only by his determination to excel. But amidst the rigors of his education, there were moments of respite and joy. In the castle's expansive gardens, Mallo found solace among the towering trees and fragrant flowers, his heart lifted by the beauty of nature and the melodies of birdsong. It was here that he would steal away from his studies, if only for a brief moment, to lose himself in the tranquility of his surroundings.Yet, even as he immersed himself in the pleasures of youth, Mallo never lost sight of the weight of his future responsibilities. He understood the sacrifices that would be required of him as the future ruler of Resilnya, and he bore that burden with a quiet resolve that belied his tender age. In the halls of the castle, Mallo's presence was a constant reminder of the legacy he carried upon his shoulders. He was the heir, the future High Catoal of Resilnya, and with each passing day, he grew more determined to prove himself worthy of that mantle of leadership.And so, as Mallo's formative years unfolded within the confines of the castle walls, he honed his skills, forged his character, and prepared himself for the challenges that lay ahead. Little did he know that destiny had other plans in store for him, plans that would lead him down a path he could never have imagined When Mallo turned 15 he was officially named heir even though he had assumed the duties of an heir since he was a child. Word would come just weeks later that the young and newly named zhur of zharstoska would be visiting the country for an extended stay to learn to lead their people and create strong diplomatic ties between Zharstoska and Resilnya. Two days later they arrived at the gates of the palace, Reiya Pakyar Rekonaryan, a young white haired Zheiva who assumed the responsibilities of Zhur at 15 due to the old age of the past Zhur. At first Mallo only saw Reiya in passing before they were introduced to each other a couple days after Reiya’s arrival. As Mallo and Reiya were introduced to each other, there was an immediate tension in the air, a subtle electricity that crackled between them. Both heirs, thrust into positions of power and responsibility at a young age, found themselves drawn to each other despite the weight of their duties. Reiya’s piercing blue eyes held a depth of wisdom beyond their years, a reflection of the burdens she bore as the leader of Zharstoska. Mallo, on the other hand, exuded an aura of quiet strength and determination, his white and black eyes reflecting his unwavering commitment to his people and his country. As they exchanged pleasantries and formalities, it became apparent that there was more than just diplomatic necessity bringing them together. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, each discovering a kindred spirit in the other. They shared their hopes and dreams for their respective nations, as well as their fears and uncertainties about the future.Despite their initial reservations, Mallo and Reiya found themselves spending more and more time together, stealing moments away from their busy schedules to explore the sprawling gardens of the palace or simply talk late into the night. With each passing day, their bond grew stronger, transcending the political alliances that had brought them together. But their budding friendship was not without its challenges. As heirs to powerful kingdoms, their every move was scrutinized and their actions weighed carefully by those around them. Rumors and whispers circulated through the court, casting doubt on the sincerity of their friendship and the intentions behind their interactions. Yet, Mallo and Reiya remained undeterred, steadfast in their belief that their connection was genuine and worth fighting for. Together, they navigated the treacherous waters of palace intrigue and political maneuvering, leaning on each other for support and guidance. They became best friends brought together by the difficulties of leadership and its many underlying hardships.

As the time for Reiya's departure drew near, a bittersweet atmosphere enveloped the palace. For two years, They had been a constant presence within its walls, Their presence shaping the course of events and leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of those she encountered. On the day of their departure, the courtyard buzzed with activity as preparations were made for the journey ahead. Reiya stood at the threshold of the palace, their white hair catching the sunlight as she gazed out over the familiar landscape. Beside them stood Mallo, his expression a mix of sadness and determination. Their bond has deepened over the past two years, forged in the fires of adversity and strengthened by shared experiences. They had weathered storms together, navigating the complexities of leadership with a steadfast resolve that belied their tender years. As they exchanged farewells, there was an unspoken understanding between them—a silent promise to carry forward the lessons they had learned and the memories they had shared. Reiya's departure marked the end of an era, but it also heralded the beginning of a new chapter in their intertwined destinies. With a final embrace, Reiya bid farewell to Mallo and the kingdom of Resilnya. Their departure left an emptiness in its wake, but it also left behind a legacy of friendship, unity, and hope—a legacy that would endure long after she had departed for the distant shores of Zharstoska. And as she rode away from the palace, Their heart heavy with the weight of farewell, Reiya knew that they would carry a piece of Resilnya with them always, just as Resilnya would carry a piece of them in its heart.

When Mallo was 24 there was an urgent message brought from Zharstotska "My Dearest Friend, Mallo High Catoal of Resilnya, In the shadow of impending darkness, I write to you with a heart heavy with the burden of our people's plight. Across our lands, a relentless tide of invaders from distant shores has swept forth, leaving naught but destruction and despair in their wake. Villages burn, fields lie fallow, and the cries of our people echo through the valleys as they flee before the merciless onslaught. In my brief tenure as Zhur of Zharstoska, I have faced many trials and tribulations, yet none have tested the limits of my resolve as this dire hour does. With each passing day, our enemies encroach further upon our borders, their numbers outnumbering our own at every turn. We are besieged on all fronts, with no respite in sight from the relentless march of tyranny and oppression. It is with a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by the gravity of my decision that I come to you, seeking refuge for our beleaguered people amidst the sanctuary of Resilnya. The choice before me is a harrowing one, yet in the face of overwhelming adversity, it is the only path that offers even a glimmer of hope for our survival. I implore you, my dearest friend and ally, to extend your hand in solidarity to the people of Zharstoska. Let us stand together against the encroaching darkness, united in our determination to defy the forces of tyranny and oppression. Let Resilnya be a beacon of hope amidst the storm, a bastion of freedom and sanctuary for those who have been cast adrift upon the tumultuous seas of war. With a heavy heart and a fervent prayer upon my lips, I entrust the fate of our people into your hands, knowing that in your wisdom and compassion, you will find a way to light the path forward in our darkest hour.

Yours in solidarity and desperation, Reiya Pakyar Rekonaryan Zhur of Zharstoska"

As the boats carrying the displaced Zharstotskans arrived on Resilnyan shores, Mallo's heart swelled with a mixture of compassion and determination. The felines would find refuge and a new home in the southern territories, but their arrival marked the beginning of a new chapter for both nations. In the days that followed, Reiya and Mallo convened in earnest, their minds alight with the possibilities that lay before them. Advisors from both lands joined the discussions, their voices echoing through the halls of the palace as they debated the fate of their peoples. After much deliberation, a historic decision was reached—a decision that would forever alter the course of history for both nations. With a shared vision of unity and cooperation, Reiya and Mallo agreed to merge their countries, forming a new nation that would be governed by both of them as Tzakura or diarches. The name of this new nation would be a testament to their shared heritage and the bond forged between their peoples. Zharisnya, a union of Zharstoska and Resilnya, would rise from the ashes of adversity, a beacon of hope and solidarity in a world plagued by conflict and division. Together, Reiya and Mallo would lead Zharisnya into a future built upon the principles of equality, justice, and unity. Theirs would be a partnership forged in the fires of adversity, a partnership that would inspire generations to come and pave the way for a brighter tomorrow for all who called Zharisnya home