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Username : Malhyanth
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Character Info

Name : Zarek Warren
Age : 15
Gender : Male
Appearance :

Zarek is not the most attractive boy, even to those that may think that scars are attractive. He is so scarred, it is hard to imagine what he may have looked like without them. They criss-cross his face, as well as his arms and back. Even his chest has a network of fine scars. His clothes are generally the type that will completely cover his skin, however, he cannot get away with the full length sleeves, for being blind, he needs full use of his hands and lower arms, and to be restricted by tight sleeves could be more of a disability then the loss of sight. His neck is usually covered by a thin scarf, even on the hottest summer day. His shirts are always immaculate white, with some sort of coloured vest over the top. His trousers are functional. Boots are large, so should he walk into something, his feet are not damaged. Alongside him at all times are two items; one, a large, oak wood cane. He uses this to support his slight limping gait, and scout ahead for dangers; two, a pair of darkly tinted glasses to avoid others staring at his blind eyes, one of which is crossed with the deepest scar on his face. His hair is not well kept, brushed everyday, but Zarek is unable to do much else with it.

When walking around outside the confines of the College, he can be seen with either a chaperone or a specially trained dog.
Personality : Zarek is not the most predictable of people. One minute, he could be fine with you, the next, threatening to hurt you. His life has not allowed him to be an easy-going person, and his disability even less so. He must be constantly vigilant, and it tires him easily, meaning one day he can be reasonably jovial, the next, hating the presence of others. He hates having to rely on his cane or dog when walking, but is very independent in regard to his dorm room, and the classrooms. Once he has found them once, he will memorise it and be there before all other students.

He is devoted to his Daemon, which manifested one evening and heralded a call from one of the Jaradin Scouts. He was relieved to leave the place he had been, and is thankful to Duncan Haylen in his extraditing the child. Though young, Zarek seems to be worlds ahead of many of the other students in some respects, and years behind them in others. His tenacity in life makes him a fierce person to know, and though he may consider you a friend, he might not always like you. With Zarek, it is more of a love-hate relationship, with Zarek doing most of the hating.
Keywords [5 Max]: Unpredictable, resilient, independent, fierce.
History :
Zarek was as Zara, born in a small village just south of Jaradin; a small, rural place where people knew each other. She was the oldest child of two, to two loving parents. She grew up happy, with her younger brother, Xander, being her bestest friend. They'd go up into the woods and play soldier, making dens in the trees cover and scaring each other witless. They'd stalk animals and once found a den of foxes, which they watched for many weeks until the mother moved the cubs on. Zara never believed she was a girl. She never acted like them, and when consulting the family doctors on their daughter's behaviour, were told she was not a girl mentally, and that she should be integrated into a more masculine persona. Zara seemed to understand this information, regardless of her age, having often asked why her body wasn't like her brothers, why she was like the other girls in her classes. She was given a new name, Zarek, and told that if it made her happy, she was to be the boy she believed she was. She thrived. As she reached her teens, her menstruation never occured, her breasts never developed, and to all the world, she looked like a boy. She started to ask her parents to call her by her male name, and the male connotations that followed.

His life was a happy one. His parents worked hard to get them the schooling they deserved, and the items they dreamed of. They weren't a rich family, but they dressed well and acted politely to those that spoke to them. All neighbours commented how well the boys behaved, unaware of the true nature of Zarek's body. From a young age, they had all believed Zarek a boy, and his family had never seen right to correct them. Time passed, and things were looking up! Thirteen years passed for the happy family, and then, disaster.

Zarek's parents lost their life. No one is entirely sure of the truth, the boys had been fast asleep upstairs in their quaint home when it had occured, but it was believed that the parents owed money to some very dangerous merchant men, and, when unable to pay up, had been killed as an example to the other people that owed them money what they were capable of. The boys, Zarek and Xander, were then moved on. Their new home became an orphanage, and while Xander was soon homed, much to the boys chagrin, alone, Zarek started to suffer greatly. His strange mentality of being a boy and not a girl as was physically told did not wash with the carers, and they striped him of his name and his clothes, and was forced to live naked in the orphanage for many years. He was not granted clothes to hide his shame, but kept out of the main body of the orphanage during the day while they 'cleansed' him. He was beaten, whipped and cut, all as punishment for his gender confusion. These people did not understand his complete mental difference in relation to his gender.

It was during one of these 'cleansings' that Zarek lost his sight. He was fourteen. His leg was broken in three places, and the carers had brought in a man to teach Zarek about his 'female genitalia' by letting him use her sexually. He was not seen to by any doctor afterward. The trauma of these actions took their toll on him, and soon, a voice started speaking to him.

'Come, Zarek. Don't cry. I'll take the pain for you.'

"Why?"

'Because I love you.'

Zarek cried bloodied tears for the first time in many many months. Now, there was someone to love him again, for himself. He didn't understand the voice, didn't know what it was, but he didn't care. He had someone who loved him. It wasn't long afterward that a Scout saying he was from Jaradin College came to the orphanage, and demanded to see the register of logged children and to meet them all. After scouring the list and counting the children in the possession of the carers, he noticed one, nameless child was missing. The carers stated there was no such child, and he demanded they show him the child. Agitated, they led him through to the back rooms, to the 'Cleansing' rooms. There Zarek sat, arms wrapped around himself, a faint blue glow filling the whole room. The Scout, completely appalled, had the orphanage shut down, and took Zarek away from the place, telling the clearly disturbed child that he would care for her now.

"I'm not a girl."

"How do you mean?"

"In my head. I'm not a girl. This body is wrong. Don't say I'm a girl. They tried to fix me, but you can't fix it."

"Ok. What is your name, young man?"

"...Zarek."

"Ok Zarek. I'm going to take you away from here. We're going to go to the City of Jaradin. Do you know of it?"

"Yes."

"Ok, that's where we are going, to a College. It specialises in Magika and people with Daemons."

"...Daemons?"

"Yes. That creature beside you, in the blue glow? That is your Daemon."

"I can't see."

"Oh... Well, there is a blue glow all around you, your Daemon is so strong. He's going to be your best friend now, you understand? You know what Daemons are?"

"My mum had a Jack Russell Daemon, called Kilantisoon. My father a Raven Daemon called Grithamoal. My brother... He didn't have one."

"Ok. Well, yours will reveal his name to you eventually, and at Jaradin, we can help you."

Zarek was promptly taken to Jaradin College, where his wounds were healed, and the doctors tried to save his sight. It was a useless exercise. The eye was so badly damaged in one, and the other, due to the strain, had given up as well. He was completely blind. The doctors didn't quite understand the mental gender difference in the unconscious girl they saw before them, who was adamant she was a boy, and who now so loathed being touched that they had had to sedate her. She was physically a girl, but in her mind, she was a boy, and there was little the doctors would be able to do to change that. The story of what had happened to her in the orphanage appalled all the staff that heard of Zarek, and seemed to take a shine to the boy that had survived such an ordeal.

Time passed, and eventually, the Daemon started to form shapes in the blue haze. Although Zarek could no longer see, he spoke often to the Daemon, and they formed a strange mental link that allowed images to flood Zarek's subconscious and show him the Daemon he so longed to see. Now living within Jaradin College, awaiting the school year to start, he had already managed to figure out the forms of his Daemon, and had begun the long and tenuous task of rehabilitating himself to walk and to live without sight. A name was also generated between the two. The Daemon gave his name as Malhyanth. Zarek deemed to call him Malhy for short.