History
A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history.
Once, perhaps Fallon would have chosen a different style of life to the one that she was now faced with, to have a life of normality. But that was only once. She was like any other child; brought into the world kicking and screaming. Oblivious of her heritage, her blood and family, the child was only left with the swinging pendant and the utter of a name upon her lips - Fallon.
While it exists during a hazy period within her mind, a time repressed and pushed down into nothing, she suffered. A child brought into a world of cruelty and pain, a slave girl with nothing before her - quiet, silent, rarely speaking and retreating into the mind for protection. While she found some solace in the company of an older slave girl 'Za', it only served as a temporary balm to the city and the life that was expected of her. In the end, it was her own mind that rebelled and forced the process of change upon her - and shortly after one her freedom from the city of Sunberth with the help of 'Za'. But the returned price was her own, leaving her mind shattered and broken into pieces - leaving her to start again, alone and lost, though guided by the hands of adults who took temporary charge of her.
She once had the rumour of being a child of the wilds, a ‘witch’, namely because of where she was found by the patrolling Knights. Alone and scared, with the remains of a ruined camp around her. She was lucky to have survived the raid of the bandits, and even luckier that she was found less than a few bells afterwards. However, little still is known of Fallon during her early years, but if anyone were to ask her she would simply give a long hard look to them before responding:
“…It was a dream. A wonderful dream. Nothing more, nothing less…”
She does not know or seem to remember her real parents, or any of her blood for that matter, and so when she was recovered from the wild lands at the age of seven by a group of patrolling Knights and her family was questioned, she responded little more than with a small shrug and an answer that suggested the deceased people of the caravan were in no way related to her. It was the truth, though merely a lingering haze to her at this point, that she was originally found by them in the city they had just left, and that tried their best to bring her up as their own regardless. The only real clue they did manage to get was that the group was originally a caravan travelling from Zeltiva to Syliras, otherwise the scenario was little more than a mystery.
Afterwards she was raised in the Syliras orphanage forever unknowing, and perhaps it was for the better. The only possible clue about her is the silver pendant she carried about with her, but otherwise there was little else to determine. Because she was found in the season of Winter by the Knights and was guessed to be about seven years old, Fallon thus bases her age off this season - though the exact date of birth is not known to her.
It was during those years that she kept herself away, teaching herself how to read and write on a very basic level. She had always found it difficult to interact with the others, her only out lit being through strange stories of the wilds, and her ability to write them down for future reference. But despite her being recognised by the other children in being intelligent, she was still never the less shunned. It was comfort in her elders that she found some peace, granting her a basis of morales to build up from - politeness, respecting the law and assisting where she could.
After a couple of years of being raised in this manner her tutor came into her life. Aleric Skyar, a flaming red head with premature greying hair and magic upon his finger tips. Gentle, mellowed by experience outside of his native city, he eventually took her away from this life surrounded by words and stories. But it is most importantly taught her how to use the mind in a different manner. In the ideals and the training of the personal magic of projection.
Her master taught her everything he could about projection, a process that was both long an arduous. Even with her years of training filled with the theory of how to project, it took the best part of many years to successfully detach her physical body and her astral. By the time she was seventeen she could just about manipulate light objects into movement with a high amount of focus.
It was during this time however, that he taught her the way of travelling - to roam and see the world for what it was beyond simple books. Experience, learn and grow from the effects placed upon her. From a girl she grew upwards into a teenager and a young adult, her mind growing more honed and weathered by cultures. Nyka, Mura, Zeltiva, Avanthal - taken onwards between the caravans with her eyes ever looking forward for whatever her mentor was looking. Though there were places he forbid her from going, cities in which he made her swear to avoid - and she agreed then, though never truly understood why. Regardless, seeking orbs within his gaze, she stood by his side regardless - they were family to each other despite not being related by blood, seen as a daughter and a father. It was once she was marked by Eyris that his mind began to focus on another goal - a hasty return to Syliras. For what reason though, he never did tell her.
Nor did she find out. It was during the travelling with a caravan southwards back towards the city that old age and injuries caught up with Aleric. The Caravan was split, the raging storms driving the pair apart - and leaving Fallon to watch him fall, too frozen in fear to move to his aid, before being forcibly dragged away by one of the guards kicking and screaming. Shame became her companion, her resolve becoming a shadow of what it once was. It was from this moment on she was forced to take the life of a wanderer, a drifter of the roads - unable to truly settle even when she finally reached Syliras. It was no home to her.
This continued for years, her mind set into a way that she knew no different of and was unable to break out from. Travelling the Caravans once more - as she knew taking the wilderness alone was dangerous - she took to the world and broke the oaths she gave to her mentor. She firstly travelled northwards and went to Ravok the city upon a lake and first forbidden city, stepping into the domain of Rhysol while trying to find herself once more. It was there she was initiated into Reimancy by the elder Cadmus, the words of wisdom left to her - to not get lost in her own world.
But the travelling did not stop there, and despite the factors of danger she was still drawn to it, even to this day she still is, an attempt to regain the supposed paradise that existed when she was a child. It was from Ravok she went to Nyka, and onwards to Mura - filling in the void and remembering her past tours with her mentor. It was there that her gaze turned southwards, pressed by a curiosity that inevitably drew her to Sahova, the second forbidden city. And what a mistake that was. In response it broke her, torturing and warping her mind so it left enough disgust within her to avoid the touch of others, with the reminding scars left carved into her flesh. It was at the first moment she fled, uncaring on where she was going and consequently landed once more in Sunberth - the final forbidden city.
Once more she was left to suffer, broken and picking up the pieces. It was only by Spring 511 AV that she managed to claw her way to freedom and travelled to Zeltiva - refusing to ever talk about her occurrences of Sahova and Sunberth. It was during that time that she looked to recover, stitching herself back together and enrolling within the University for the summer. While she did recover, it never stopped the sensation of eyes ever watching, the sense of intrusive touching and the prickling of scars beneath her layers - her weakness, her reminder that she would forever wear.
Yet, after years of roaming here and there, Fallon eventually returned to the one place she could vaguely considered as a home. Syliras called her, along with the knowledge of those that a few that were dear to her existed there. She made plans to settle there permanently, and proceeded to hang up the life of a traveller once and for all. Of course, plans change.
Panic ruled as the Djed Storm struck the citadel and resulted in the crippling of the city of Syliras. But it was the days of being locked down in a deep darkness had paid its toll on Fallon. It scared her, it frightened her, and the only thought that controlled her was the one of getting out of the 'stone coffin' and leaving - a reminder of the nature of Sahova that grasped upon her senses and sucked her down. That was not the only thing that came to her in such a time, there was another grasping of a concept that managed to strike at her, a lifting of a veil over her eyes that seemed so fixed before peeling away - but she not think on it for too long, not while her mind was focused on one thing only. And so, at the first possible moment she left the city, abandoning those who she held dear and told none of it.
She fled to Nyka during that time, racing through the warped wild lands as quickly as she could before coming face to face with the city. There she worked and recovered from her impulses, before setting out firstly southwards towards Sunberth with a group -and later her loyal Orvin at her side-, before turning west back round to Syliras. By the time Winter 512 AV came round Fallon was once more in the wild lands of Sylira - returning cautiously back to Syliras, barely surviving the harsh weather and the challenges thrown at her. During that time she fell into the company of Kreig Messer, a young man who was aspiring to become a squire, and accompanied him on her travels.
Squirehood: Spring 513 AV to Autumn 513 AV
It was in Spring 513 AV Fallon set herself a challenge that would not only stop her wanderings, but change her forever - Fallon enrolled as a squire of the Sylirian Knights and commence her training. Although she is trained in this time to be a Knight instead of a Mage Warrior, she still practised her magic private. Her Patron was Sera Natasha Druva, and was the same Patron as Kreig's. During this time she also came face to face with an old friend and became acquainted with other people of the city.
Summer eventually came and everything things started off fine. The heat of course played havoc with her, and her mind became captivated by the city rumour of the Rogue Knight. But then, rather suddenly things turned sour. Fallon was
attacked and humiliated, leaving her as little more than a recovering husk. Consumed with pain and worry, the squire chose to seclude herself for a large portion of the latter half of the season and only came out as and when her patron beckoned her. By the end though, the pressure within exploded and the once defeated squire begun to bloom into something much
more.
It took a long while for Fallon to recover to at least some form of working level. She found a focus to pour all her attention into and something to strive for - Knighthood. But it was little more than a false ideal for her. Awoken by the appearance of what she thought was little more than a dream, her found brother made her finally able to realize her true ideals and sent her spiraling forward. The impurities that held her in the past were burned out, and Fallon was
reborn. Her mind was tempered and brought back from confusion, readying her for the truth of the world that laid before her. Although she still followed the some of the same beliefs as the knights it became clear that she was ill-suited for such an order. And so, on the 79th of Autumn, Fallon left the city of Syliras to find and fulfill herself with a sense of purpose elsewhere.
Scars: Winter 513 to Winter 514 AV
Fallon was on the road once more, the winter of 513 AV greeting her with open arms. It was fortunate that this time she had company travelling along side. Heading to Sunberth, Fallon took up the trade of a mercenary, serving as a sell sword when she was able and adjusting to the rough nature of the city with some ease. But, there was much
more than simple mercenary work for her to deal with. Serving as eyes, ears and tongue, Fallon worked upon keeping on top of the local rumours and hearsay until her departure to Sahova to follow her brother. Despite the oppressive atmosphere of the place all was not wasted, and it was there through some
underhand tactics that Fallon also managed to acquire the service of Zandelia as an assistant.
With the return to Sunberth in Spring 514 AV, Fallon quickly took to leading the Scars in the absence of her Brother - the Hound. But before she could start doing any true leading she had to work upon establishing order and ideas in which to bind the Scars too. With a ragtag of people from walks of life, she began her planning and the slow and steady expansion out. For before she could do anything of effect she had to understand the city. But that was not the only thing that came about. As things began to gather, so did her relationships - intimacy bloomed in an unexpected place and with it the mercenary was capable of opening up with her intention and dreams.
Summer came round fast and furious, rocketing quickly out of her control. Having become a target for elimination by the slaver circles of the city, her life tumbled into a strange form of chaos - constantly on the move and trying to evade harm. Her work towards forming the Scars was considerably slowed, the grasp of holding them together underneath one banner proving difficult with her near constant movement. Beyond the troubles of being hunted down, another issue begun to swell. Fighting became a way of life, the streets having gone down to mindless slaughtering and targeting of mages, and later on the gangs themselves marched to battle. But even among this, the mercenary still managed to scrape some ground. Old acquaintances were reunited, and those few remaining bonds were strengthened against the oncoming storm of war.
When autumn came, as did the fall of the old and coming in of the new. Whilst at times it held its tenseness, the ideals of the Scars pushing forth - it was one that became tight on emotions and struggled to form. Emotional hurts were laid bare, and the mind was left to recover from its tortures. But all was not hurt, those key foundations were laid in which for the Scars to build up from, the key points in which a structure could be formed and a place finally to call home was achieved.
Winter 514 AV had come, and it was with it that the cry for blood howled out quickly. Whilst the first half of the season was spent once more upon the citadel of the dead, answering their summons there came a time in which her return was inevitable. And when she did return, did she see the jaws closing in around her and her people. The Scars were being moved against by an unknown force, and before she could bring the members to react it was too late. Orvin's life was taken, the warnings of blood ringing too late and inevitably shattering her resolve. In the end, the gang was forced into dissolution and the group fled the city in hopes of survival - leaving only scars both inside and out.
Recovery: Spring 515 AV to Winter 516 AV
After being dashed and torn by the events of Sunberth, Fallon retreated to Zeltiva. Pushing to establish some normality in a once hectic lifestyle, the woman moved to reopen her business anew. With it she settled for the year, quietly fading into the background and desperately attempting to forget that which haunted her. Over time she recovered, but the fangs of the red wolf instead became dulled and blunted. Even in the face of the turbulent seasons, the ever changing and wild effects brought on by them the inspector became stilled and jaded. At least, until she turned her attention once more outwards. A case lead her to receive a mysterious letter, old and supposedly from her father. At first she disregarded it as nothing more than lies, an attempt to spite her - but after seasons of brewing upon it her feet itched and pushed her forwards to find out
more.
Hunt: Spring 517 AV
Having left Zeltiva, Fallon turned her attention to Syliras on the hopes of tracking down some information on the illusive man.
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