Name: Grisha Dryagin
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Eyes: Light grey
Height: 5’9
Race: Raróg Doppelgänger- A species said to be the embodiment of the wind itself. The only difference between a human and their kind, is the occasional drifting of appearance. Their body shimmering clearly- as in see through- depending on mood, etc, etc.
As a Doppelgänger, that should be an explanation in itself. Highly Rare.
Abilities/Skill sets: Grisha is able to turn into the wind. He can also cause the flow of air to rise and quell, but is unable to use it for anything else. Besides his natural born ability, the boy is quite sufficient with a sword and shield to some street hand combat.
Brief Personality: Usually Grisha is a very strong willed person. He can be too kind at times (Which got him in this mess in the first place) and believes strongly in justice. He's not your typical naive being, however. He is very well aware that the world doesn't work that way, that it is often ruthless and unkind. Despite all this, Grisha prefers to be alone- as his people tend to be content drifters- but he isn't afraid to stand up for what is right when the situation calls for it. At this moment in time, Grisha just wants to find a way out. So he's been pretty cranky lately and finds himself snapping at others.
Brief History: Grisha was born to a lovely couple for a brief time. But as he grew, a resemblance to a certain young Prince became prominent. Much too prominent. They were to soon find out that their son was a Doppelgänger. A scarce trait found among the creatures and people within the four kingdoms. The reason? Not only were they an exact replica in appearance, they were an exact replica in species. Not an ounce of Raróg blood in their bloodline, and yet the woman had given birth to one. An explanation for this phenomenon is still unknown, but many speculate it has something to do with a strange flux in the realms magic.
That aside, the couple feared that trouble would arise. The King was not forgiving, even in misunderstanding. At the age of six, he was abandoned to one of the many Raróg tribes. Since they were known to be normadics, they believed that Grisha would be safe and away from any sort of harm. The boy sorrowful and uncomprehending of the reason why, never saw his parents again, and took to his mentor Klavdii as a father figure into his teen years. As he grew to the age of fifteen, he would be considered his own man. He would leap to the winds and travel on his own, learning more of life outside the clan.
By then, he realized what he was and who he resembled. Grisha took care to cover his appearance, donning hooded cloaks and painting his face to obscure his features. Unfortunately, it was around this time that Kings Rostislav's son, Desya, fell ill to an incurable disease. He was the only heir to the throne, and the king despaired. Times became harsher to the people who resided under his ruling, and madness seeped into the kingdom of Ilari. A year later, and Desya would pass on.
But Rostislav refused to acknowledge that his son was dead. Instead, something else seemed to occur, which made the King to believe that he had instead been taken by one of the other neighboring kingdoms. With no one the wiser, Desya's death was kept under wraps, and his body hidden away. Rostislav would declare war.
Citizens were thrown into poverty and the battles were fiercely bloody. For three years this would continue on. Grisha would survive alone, taking from the land, getting by just fine. That was until a certain mistake would dearly cost him his freedom.
He would poke around a small village just on the outskirts of the capitol city. Some ruthless soliders just so happened to be bullying around, and Grisha would get caught in the midst of it all. The Raróg couldn't stand by and watch as the an elderly woman was harassed by the authority that was suppose to protect them. So, he intervened. His resemblance would be revealed and there would be a scurry of feet to send a message to the King. It would be an easy feat to escape, but Grisha knew that he wouldn't be forgotten. Instead, he would be chased to hell and back. There had to be another way to resolve it. Taking the place of the King's son for the time being would help to end the fighting. Though not better the conditions.
Free to wonder the castle, but imprisoned to keep the facade of Desya's well being; maybe he had some influence over the disillusioned King. It was worth a shot. Or so he thought.
Other: Pretends to have lost his memories.
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