Emerick Belgrave

Emerick Belgrave was born in the city of Fortunae in the year 220 AJC. His mom worked at a brothel, so he has a unknown father. He has bloodred eyes, mixed pale skin and jetblack hair. He also has barely noticeble fangs and claws probably from his unknown father. He has spent most his life working as a mason in Fortunae. He is large being 190 cm and 83 kg. He is a normal man, but he has royal blood flowing in his veins.

Early life
Emerick grew up with his mother in Fortunae. His mom worked at a brothel so during the day he did not have much to do. He tried earning money doing easy tasks like chasing cats and dogs, kiling rats, polishing shoes and moving materials. His mother was single, knocked up by some guy so Emerick never knew his father. He had limited education, never getting the chance to go to school.

Memories
In the slums of Fortuna, in the far eastern continent of Cymru there lives a boy. He has bloodred eyes, deep black hair and pale skin. He is strong and tall considering his age and enviorment. His mother works at the brothel, no not as what you think. Shes too young. He spends his days playing in the street. He has a curious mind, always wanting to go on adventours.

In a hot day he was running around the streets, looking for a cold place. He had been in most of the city, but not all of it. He knew where to go and not go. or atleast he thought so. On his way home he got lost. It got dark, unusually dark. The people in the streets were gone, and there was no noise except the wind blowing between the houses. around a corner he saw light, not the usual light from the sun, but a red glow. When he turned the corner he saw it. a small dot floating in the air, it didnt have a shap it was just a point emitting light. He went closer and closer. It had a pull his curiosity could not ignore.

So he touched it. His mind was flooded with memories. Not his own, but somene he knew. That was what it felt like. Memories of happiness, anger, agony. War, peace, destruction and growth. Faces. One looked like his mother, another looked like him, but it wasnt theirs. It was someone else. After a while he ended up back at the doorstep of the brothel like nothing had happened. His mother picked him up and they went home. Everything was normal, but he wasnt the same

Faces
Years have gone by and the boy is now a man, a hard working man. He now works as a mason in Fortuna. He takes care of his mother and appreciates everything. There is nothing abnormal about his life. Wars have come and gone, but the continent where he lives stays united. He has never felt the threat of war.

He is working on the museum, a big project funded by the mayor Justinianus. He appreciates the art and the culture, even though he cant relate. All the portraits of rich and highborn people. People destined for greatness. All the faces on the walls are distant, except one.

A face he knows, but he cant. This person died over a hundred years before his birth. It must be the memories. They come back to him. But he sees it. The face on the wall is also in his mind. The portrait on the wall is of Beowulf an Kajnezit. A highborn from the far west who wound up in Fortuna after a failed rebellion. Here he died peacefully.

He now has a lead. A place to start. He can find the people these memories belong to, but will he travel far west just to find memories of people he dont know?

Journey
He knew where to start, but he didnt know where to go. He decided to ask his mother Rhea about his father. Rhea were never really fond of speaking of his father, cause she knew very little. His father was different. He was a highborn from a city called Vassa. This place was in the deep jungle of Cymru, far from the coast.

The way his mother described his father was not pleasant. He was a large man, with fur, fangs and claws. He saw himself as a royal and was not humble. He never even payed his mother, but gave her a scar so she would remember him.

He decided to travel to the jungle, looking for his fathers family. It was a long journey. One that would that meant he would have to leave his job, his friends, his mother. He was ready to take his chances, cause maybe he had a purpose. Why would he have seen all these memories if it had no purpose?

Family
He had finally arrived in Vassa, deep within the continent at the edge of the known world. This city was sprawling with people totally secluded from the world in the jungle. There was a large mix here. All races coming togheter. This was the place where his family was supposedly from.

He needed to know who ran this place, and who could know about his family. He eventually found the palace. The home of this cities leaders. One of these leaders were a foxterian with the lastname Vuldion. Finally a name. He could not just barge into their home, so he waited. Later they came home. A foxterian. He approched this person with confidence, confidence that made him almost get stabbed, but they recgonized him. The eyes, the fangs. A man with foxterian blood.

The foxterian leader's name was Erin. She he lived in this city all her life, but foxterians mostly kept to themselves. Except one. Maria Vuldion. Around 30 years ago she had an affair with a man from the far west. A man with the name Magnes Belgrave. They had a son, but as a mixed child he was discriminated. Forced out of the city when he came of age. Maria had taken her own life long ago, but Magnes had travelled home. To the far west, the same place where Beowulf an Kajnezit were from. The dots started to connect. He had to travel west.

He got to know that the fastest way west was the ocean. He hiked through the harsh jungle and made it to the city of Rose, where he would continue his way west, Next stop: Tortuga Isle.

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