Davian Artugas

Davian Artugas is a renowned builder and architect, his designs always easy to spot for how much they stand out. You could find him in his resident city of Numachi, or wandering the world gathering materials for his next creation.

Personality
Davian values his word above all else in the world, so if he promises something to you, he will make sure his side goes through, and expects you to do the same. Under his cold and spiky exterior, there lies a great scholar, who loves to learn and teach those he trusts about the world.

Likes
-Fish

-Flutes

-Being alone

Dislikes
-Livestock

-Getting up early

-Dishonesty

Early childhood
Davian was born into a wealthy family in the medieval ages. His father was a renowned architect, and Davian had inherited his father's passion for architecture. As a child, he spent hours watching his father work and learned the craft from him. His family had been overseeing the construction of the Basilica, the greatest cathedral and monument that would put their city of Kifila on the map. Marcus, Davians father, would often take him to where it was being constructed, telling him that Davians name, along with his fathers and his fathers fathers, would be engraved at the door, immortalizing them in their work until the end of time.

The first time Davian heard this at age 6, he became eager for his training to be just like his father and be immortalized alongside his family.

Marcus was a well-known architect in the kingdom, and he was highly respected for his expertise and creativity. He had a strong passion for architecture and spent most of his time working on various projects on the side, other than the Basilica, often going long hours into the night. Despite his busy schedule, he always made time for Davian and was very close to him.Their relationship was more than just that of a father and son; they were also best friends. Marcus was always there for Davian when he needed him, offering advice and guidance whenever he asked for it. They shared a deep love and respect for each other, and Davian looked up to his father as a role model.

At the age of 12, Davian began his apprenticeship and learned everything he knew about architecture from his father, who took him under his wing at a young age. He taught Davian how to draw up plans and blueprints, how to work with different materials, and how to bring his ideas to life. They spent countless hours together, discussing designs and debating the merits of various building techniques. Two years prior to this, Davians mother, Katharine, had birthed a baby girl, whom she called Isabella. Davian often played with Isabella (Whom he nicknamed Isa), showing her his work as the two of them grew up together. She quickly became the light of his life and he sparked her creativity for her own projects she’d like to make someday.

Change and Growing up
For a few years, they were happy. But as they say, nothing good can last. The year Davian turned 16, making him of age, his father was accused of high treason.The accusation was false, of course, but the king doesn’t take no for an answer. Armored men came to their house at sunset, and Davian recognized them as the king's guard. Those guarding the Basilica had never been all that friendly, but these ones looked downright horrifying as they drew their swords and came to knock on the door of their villa. Katharine pushed her children into a secret servants room before answering, and they gave her the news: Her husband had been executed earlier that day, and now her family was required to answer before the king's court. Inside the servants room, Davian gasped.

Everyone who appeared before the court was usually put to death anyway, but Davian was reeling from the shock of his father. He could hear his mother bluffing that her children were not home, that they were supposed to be with their father. The guards insisted that they at least took her, and she obliged, holding her head up high and noble.

Davian and Isa left the house though a back way, donning servants' clothes and gathering what food and money they could.

Davian insisted that he was okay after his mother and fathers deaths, and that he had to stay strong for Isa, who was only 6, but he wasn't okay. The look on his mothers face as she glazed back just for a moment will forever be burned into his eyelids.

The two of them wandered the countryside for nearly a month before finding a small village that took the two of them in. For a while, Davian healed, becoming a skilled craftsman among the village. He even could send Isa to the local school. She made lots of friends and was growing up into a beautiful young woman in her own right. Her smile was contagious, her laughter sweeter than any bell.

For nearly 7 years, the two of them developed a relationship not unlike the one that had been between Davian and his father. Davian got many advances in his career, Isa began to write stories. However, as they say, nothing good lasts forever. In the 7th winter since they had left their villa, a strange sickness tore through the town, killing nearly a fourth of those who lived there. Including Davians beloved Isabella.

The disease was slow, often confining those ill to their bed for a full week before it killed them. Isa slowly lost her strength, getting to the point where Davian would carry her to the window to watch the sun set and she couldn't even smile. One night, The two of them went to sleep, and only one woke up.

Davian was wrecked, unable to even think of all that he had lost, for it as too painful to bear. He buried his sister next to one of her best friends, who had also died two weeks prior to Isa, and left, tossing dust behind him.

He has been wandering for nearly 5 years, never sleeping in the same place twice. He keeps old blueprints, drawn by his sister and father, because he can’t bear to let them go. And he doesn’t do the whole building thing anymore. He doesn’t think he wants to be immortalized like he once dreamed