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 He is known for being quiet and withdrawn, often reflecting upon his thoughts and avoiding pointless small-talk.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. [WIP]

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. [WIP]

Rebuilding Ruska
After the battle, much of Aquifia--which had since been renamed to Humilau--was left in smoldering ruins, including the wooden home that Belorin spent countless hours of work on completing. So, the rebuilding phase began. During this time, Belorin would sleep in one of the last remaining buildings, Side's wooden imperial tower, where many others also took shelter, rising every day to put the other buildings back together. These were rough times for the then-small nation, but they made it through with a town more alive than ever. Humilau began to expand its farms. Cropland of wheat, potatoes, carrots, and other staple food sources covered almost all of the unoccupied space on the island, and even more on floating patches of bound-together dirt in the water offshore. Fishing was still a prominent source of food, whether it be from the pier on Humilau's east end or from offshore vessels, which were handmade by Ruskans from imported spruce wood. A windmill was erected on the southeast end of the island, which processed all of the grain into flour, which would then be baked into bread.

Belorin worked in a small crop garden near the center of the island during the rebuilding phase, but never lived in one place for too long. He often slept on the boats that he took between Humilau and Akuro, or to the mostly-empty area of Ashar. Ashar was to become the nation's capital, and the island would be under construction near the bay of Deutzan for many years. Decades later, the project was cancelled. Belorin often made money by helping fill in the dirt and groundwork for Ashar, although he later grew to dislike the project, as the new island would block some areas where Ryzani merchant vessels frequently passed through. He managed to be wise with tracking the moon cycle, and trapped himself in enclosed spaces before the full moon would rise. Several times, he hid in the lower deck in the hull of a Ruskan fishing vessel just before transformation, and was nearly caught. Thankfully, the fishermen on board thought it was an external threat such as a large fish, squid, or some form of leviathan that was ramming into the ship from underneath the surface.

A Growing Nation
Sometime during his mid twenties, when Humilau's rebuilding phase was over and the island was rapidly expanding, he attained a small apartment near the eastern shore of Humilau, in what was known as the slums. His life mostly consisted of farm work, fishing, sailing supplies between nearby islands, and learning more about the world's geopolitics and history. He spent most of his free time alone, including when he would wake up before dawn and walk out to the pier to watch the sun rise over the ocean each morning. Despite having lived in Ruska for a decade, he didn't have too many close friends, and so he was often left with his thoughts. The apartment he lived in consisted of a small room composed of cobbled deepslate with kitchen utilities like an oven at the bottom, and a wooden one at the top where he slept. (In-game, each floor was 3x3x3 blocks). The house had a good view of the construction site of Ipotl (later renamed to Isengard) to the east, and was across the street from Wamponius Aqule, son of Archduke Lime of Humilau. Despite being royalty, the Ruskan Aqules didn't live particularly luxurious lives.

Some time in his late twenties, Belorin came home from a long day of work at the port, and noticed his mailbox was full. It was unusual to receive formal letters at the time, so Belorin assumed it was a note from another worker or acquaintance. He came inside to inspect it, and saw that it was not a quick note, but a perfectly folded parchment envelope with the official Ruskan stamp pressed right in the center--the face of a barn owl and its two swordlike wings, in crimson red ink. The letter was from Lord Froby himself, king of Ruska, and it entailed a formal invitation to Favir's stone tower in northern Humilau for a discussion. Taken by surprise, Belorin was concerned. Was he in some kind of trouble with the government? The next evening, he would find out. [WIP SECTION] [Note to self, include Petrian spy? And Syltör Rangers?]

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 sorrow that inform all of you of what has occurred as of recently to the people of Ummarnu. As many of you know, the legions of Eldham, the other realm, have begun their conquest of our beloved homeland of Rathnir. They began in the barren, icy tundras of Kartek in Sparwood, through the lush forests and swamps of Akratia, the sweltering deserts of Theionikos, ever-shifting tides of our Phagosian Sea, and now have made their way the ever-red mesa plateaus of Ummarnu. Claiming that they act upon the wishes and commands of the great god Solaris, the Eldhamites have occupied nearly all of our world, the maps stained serpent green and infected with crossed out names replaced with the unimaginable words: "Occupation Zone of the Eldhamite Legions".

''They have sent hundreds of soldiers to march southward through our streets, from Elonia through Alaar, Tsuiki, and our ancestral homeland of Menaphos, until they have now reached the town of Eyon, our close neighbor down the road. They've stolen our crops, raided market stalls, taken prisoners, wrecked our agora and left dust in their wake. It may seem like there is no hope. It may seem that inevitably, the Eldhamite Legions will conquer all of Rathnir and oppress our people for the remainder of our world's existence, until the ever-dreaded comet Iristor collides with us after its orbit around the moon is complete. But there is resistance. The people of Rathnir are fighting back. Little do the Eldhamites know that behind the scenes, a coalition of nearly every nation of Rathnir is fighting back, sending thousands of soldiers from across the world through Haven and Ummarnu to Eyon, to liberate our fellow Rathnirians.''

And so, we must fight. We must defend our Rathnirian brothers and sisters in the deserts and rivers around the Illariqocha, in the frigid tundras and boreal forests of Fjellheim, in the islands and seas of Phagosia, in the sprawling cities and dense wilderness of Aurora and Paloro, Dande and Boulderov. We must defend the people of the stoney Wyvamonian mountains in Syltör, of the Lunar Citystate of Lirgal, of the vast forested land of Escharia, of the tropical Jungles of Cymru. Whether we are from Sørligste or Helmia, Sparwood or Ummarnu, we shall fight together not as citizens of Ruska, but as people of Rathnir! [WIP]

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.