RP Backstory: Meloxin

Full Name: Meloxin Delaro Solarinn

Profession: Spiritmaster

Position: Initiate of the Legion Mongoose, Legion Tailor.

Age: 22

Ascension Age: 17

Family:
Parents: Delaro & Elvina Solarinn
Brother: Ivo Lorendo Solarinn

Looks: His clothes are always kept immaculately and are always of highest quality.



Backstory:
Meloxin is the younger or two boys given life by Daevas Delaro & Elvina Solarinn. While Ivo was the golden boy of the family, Meloxin it seemed was not very talented and often neglected. The Solarinn family had long been a family of strict upstanding sorcerers and the family trained its members in sorcerery starting at age 5. Meloxin however, had shown no adeptness for the art even by age 10. Having gone so long without even being able to produce a weak fireball, and having a brother who had ascended at age 9, Meloxin's parents decided to abandon him in Ishalgen rather then admit to birthing a boy who would not ascend.

Having been abandoned and losing all he had ever known, Meloxin wandered in search of food and lodging. On the third day of wandering he was discovered by an elderly couple who resided atop the cliffs in southern Ishalgen. There, he resided living happily with the couple.

At age 17, and never having practiced a single spell since his arrival at the house on the cliff, Meloxin went for his usual stroll along the windy cliff tops. Upon returning home, he arrived to a scene of wanton destruction. The house he had come to call home was in ruin, and the inhabitants were no where to be found. The only remnants he could find was a small piece of cloth resembling a dress his adoptive mother had worn. The family he had come to know as his own, being human, was lost to him forever.

Meloxin, filled with grief, wandered the windy cliffs for three days. Finally he sat down with new determination, he would prove his birth parents wrong and show them that he too can produce a sorcerers spells. He thought long and hard of the incantations his mother had once practically beaten into him, but only one would come to mind. He recognized it as a wind spell used to blow opponents away, and he began his attempts to cast it.

After several tries of nothing happening, Meloxin almost lost hope. On his final attempt, he screamed the incantation while trying to stifle the tears that had begun to settle in. This time however, something had happened. His eyes began to water with new purpose as in front of him he could feel the wind blowing away from and around him. Then, he noticed directly in front of him the wind appeared to be turning solid. With a bang and flash, Meloxin was shoved backwards. When he looked up, five feet away stood what looked like a blue dog with a white head. However, he could feel the power of wind flowing from the creature.

The creature approached slowly while Meloxin watched it in wonderment. It seemed to have sensed his determination and pain, and it nuzzled up against his side and gazed at him with seemingly understanding eyes. At this point, the boy who tried so hard to be a sorcerer realized his true destiny. He had called this being into existence, and it was forever his. He was filled with an unexplainable joy and at that moment, his wings were awakened and spread wide. This was the happiest moment of Meloxin's life, but it would not last.

Upon returning to Pandaemonium he was received as a Daeva. He tripped once during the ceremony performed by the High Priest, but otherwise the ceremony was just as grand. His family however, had not attended. Didn't his family know he had ascended and returned? After the ceremony he sought his family out in their home at the Vanahal District. His parents immediately spurned him, screaming how disappointed they were to have given birth to a spiritmaster. Spiritmastery was seen as an inferior and frivolous pursuit to them.

Infuriated at his parents reactions, he challenged his brother to a duel to prove he was not worthless and spiritmastery had just as much power. He called forth the wind spirit he had called upon the cliff (which he had fondly christened as Zephyr) with grand determination and sent it to strike at his brother Ivo with no remorse. Zephyr rushed Ivo and utilizing its razor sharp wind abilities carved in to Ivo's leg. His brother went down with a blood curdling scream, not having fought anyone previously he had been completely unprepared. Meloxin called the spirit back without so much as a flinch from the scream, but the effect had failed. Though he had bested his brother, his parents would not have him.

In the end, his parents permitted Meloxin his old room back in the house. They do not speak while he is present however, so Meloxin often wanders the city. At age 20 Meloxin and Ivo were found a legion to join by their parents. Meloxin's first meeting with the leader was in short, a fiasco. Upon seeing the massive mountain of a man that was his Brigade General Meloxin lost all power of composure and knew only fear. The leader, who introduced himself simply as Bijorn, proved to be understanding and informed him he need not fear him. Meloxin however, simply fainted.

Since then Meloxin's weekly duty has been to assist Morheim Fortress by removing the slinks from the immediate surroundings (a futile task given how fast they reproduce and mature). While his spirit does the work he is assigned, Meloxin spends most of his time practicing flight. However, his experiences with flying have mostly been in vain. Most of his short lived flying experiences end with him crashing through the ice of the lake and shortly after an uncomfortable trip back to the Morheim Obelisk. Since he has never been able to clear a single ring of the flying test for Abyss entry, he has never seen the Abyss.

Meloxin spends most of his time away from the Morheim Fortress gazing into the blue orb his parents had gifted him at age 5. Being only a childs tool for spell practice, it is essentially useless to him now and yet he keeps it. It helps him to remember more innocent days of less responsibility. Meloxin looks forward to the day that he can finally prove his worth to both his legion and his family, if only that day did not seem so far away.