Name: Devon Istain
Kingdom: Norgard
Homeland: Castle Everfront [North of Captial Sonata]
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: The expression "wolf in sheepskin" comes to mind, but "monster in wolfskin" would be more accurate. The son of Everfront has the expected appearance of a young noble man. Well groomed dark-brown hair with comely facial features and a sturdy compiled collection of well fitted tunics and dress clothes. No way an intimidating figure, but shows a fierce determination shared by all young men his age.
Weapons: A Bow
Clothing: Caring little for other objects like statues, paintings or ceremonial weapons, Devon spends the majority of his wealth on clothes. People often wonder why he needs replacements so often...
Accessories: Snow: A white wolf, serves as a hunting companion and an excellent tracker.
Job: Successor and Heir to the Everfront Castle. Professional hunter
Likes: Soft fabrics and professionally tailored clothes. Women. Dogs and wolves. Hunting. Torture...
Dislikes: Over confident men, stupid women. Righteous warriors, pleads for mercy.
Persona: Devon is a splendid polite young man. When in front of noble born such as himself, he is kind and gentle. Speaks wonderfully and can convince anyone of anything. Enjoys telling tales of capturing foul criminals who were a danger to his realm.
However, when he's within his own land and his own walls, Devon enjoys playing games. His favourite game includes releasing prisoners into the wild for hunting, then removing their limbs bit by bit. It matters not if the prisoners are innocent or guilty, he only cares about the hunt they'll give him. His silver tongue is the only reason his actions remain hidden from other lands... he's very good at convincing others how noble he is.
Brief History: Born with noble blood does not always mean born innocent. Inflicting pain was something that always fascinating to the young boy. Every kitten and puppy he's ever gotten has gotten mysteriously mangled or butchered, but no one expected the innocent young boy for these crimes.
Devon's father however, sharing his son's interest in punishment, taught his son about punishment towards their enemies and it's many benefits. He also taught his son that it was heavily frowned upon, that the world was blind to it's wild nature. Devon was raised, witnessing torture and executions, accompanied by his father who whispered sweet tales of riches in his ear. This made torture a positive outcome in the young boy's mind... and he found a "sociably acceptable" method of slaughter... hunting.
He was a brilliant hunter. Sharp eyes, ears, and a keen smell made him stand out from his young peers. He could track down an animal for days and return with a fabulous feast of game. It was not until a prisoner escaped that he found a thrill in hunting humans. Every so often, a prisoner in the dungeon would find his cell unlocked with the halls empty, a false sense of hope for escape until Devon leads the hunting party to drag them back screaming. Every so often one would escape for months, disappearing into neighbouring lands to hide for the rest of their lives. Unfortunately Devon loves to travel... and Devon never forgets a face.
An example would be the time he traveled south to meet a noble hosted tournament. There was a fantastic feast, and many were invited and many more worked to prepare the celebration. One of the servers, a young woman, was serving drinks to the crowd. It was ten years since she escaped Devon's hunt, changing her name, hair and aged ten years since. It did not matter, Devon immediately knew her. It did not satisfy him to capture her there and then... because he could have easily have done it. He had her followed to her house where she was married with two kids. He came at night when they were sleeping, killing the husband first while making her watch as he placed the children in sacks, then slamming them against the stone wall. She died two months later back in Devon's cold dungeon, satisfied with his fine work.
His trips around the wilderness exposed Devon to the mountain savages, and was at first taken back by their improper composure. They proved to be useful allies for hard hunts whenever a prisoner thought intelligent to hide in the mountains. Devon gives them cheap gifts and the savages return with absolute loyalty, seeing Devon as one of their own... a monster in wolfskin.
Kin: Balon Istain [Father]
Eina Istain [Mother]
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