Arylon Family/Fisc
Fisc Arylon is the younger of the famous Arylon twins, born just minutes after his brother Taran. He is currently a knight of the realm of Toren, currently in line to become a region lord. Since his brother Taran's defection from their ancestral home of the Cagilian Empire, his relationship him has been somewhat chilly, but still civil.
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Vital Information
- Age: 18
- Height: 6'4"
- Weight: Roughly 230 lbs
- Eye Color: Green
- Hair: Brown, Short
- Class: Knight and Mentor (Mentor Handbook)
- Honour: 33
- Prestige: 14
- Continent: South-East Island
- Realm: Toren
Personality
Fisc has long been in his brother Taran's shadow. Growing up, Fisc was often viewed as the less intelligent of the twins, more interested in fighting, sports and other physical activities, while his brother was busy reading and learning art, philosophy, politics and history.
As they grew into adulthood, however - it became apparent that Fisc was his own man. He had grown up with a chip on his shoulder - with something to prove. This proved to be positive motivation for him. He not only grew up physically bigger and stronger than Taran, but he also devoted his mental energy to learning military tactics. By the time he was 17, he was considered a brilliant strategist, and deadly troop leader.
Fisc is equally as brilliant as Taran, simply in different disciplines. He is a military mastermind, and takes great pride in his ability to assess and plan combat. Despite his heavy intellect, Fisc is a much more socially quiet individual - believing that his words will carry more weight if he speaks only when it is deemed useful. This stands in contrast to several military leaders who believe that volume is more important than quality.
That is not to say he is shy or unwilling to speak up - he has been known on more than one occassion to hold even those above him to account for things he sees as being ineffecient or wrong, though he is always careful to be diplomatic in that respect and not cause too much controversy with his words.
Fisc is a man of subtleties. At a pub, he tends to be the man quietly drinking at a table in the corner, smoking a pipe and looking around the room, evaluating everyone he sees. He can go un-noticed whenever he wishes, and while other troop leaders are drawing too much attention to themselves, Fisc is smiling in the corner - confident in his ways.
He is also quite adept at the clandestine arts. Fisc values the gathering of key intelligence in all respects, for proper intelligence leads to better decision making, foreknowledge of coming problems, and generally staying ahead of the curve in all respects. Because of this, it would not be uncommon for Fisc to disapear and infiltrate an organization just to gain a greater understanding of the political underpinnings currently facing him, and effectively use that information to prosecute his conflicts with deadly efficiency.
Fisc shares an extremely cavalier view of life with Taran, believing as he does that life can only truly be lived if one lives in the moment, and attempts to extract as much from each moment as possible. But, unlike the excesses it has caused in his brothers life, for Fisc this attitude has caused him to simply take a great number of risks, prosecute his beliefs without a second thought, and take pleasure in much of mundane details of life others take for granted - such as the sweet smell of the air on a crisp autumn day, the bitter bite of a dark brew, or the soft touch of a woman.
Fisc truly appreciates life.
Early History
Fisc's early life mirrored his brother Taran's. Those who knew the twins at this point in their lives have often said that Taran was a popular, outgoing extravert, and Fisc was a more reserved, less scholastic person. None the less, both boys did well in school, up until they were 7 years old, and Mannix made the decision to set off for the colonies and attempt to carve out an estate in the expansive lands.
Since both Taran and Fisc were too young to take part in their father's expedition, they remained in Nardil to continue their education, while their brothers Jaden and Nexis went with Mannix. This separation effected Fisc a great deal more than Taran, causing him to lose interest in his studies, and retreat away from friends, classes, and sports. He began to grow bitter at his father's absence, acting out and continually getting himself suspended from the Academy. He seemed to be on track to burn out early, despite Taran's efforts to include him and temper his behavior.
All of that changed when the twins received word from their father stating that he was now in the south-west island, fighting for the nation of Toren. He was informed of the death of his mother and brothers, and his own indentured servitude to the noble in Toren.
Enraged, Fisc immediately left Cagilian Empire and set off for the south-west island. So consumed with anger and vengence aimed at his father for causing his family to be destroyed, he vowed to go to Toren and find Mannix. He arrived in Toren Stronghold shortly therafter and began to investigate his father's whereabouts. The trail got hot nearly a month later, when he got word from a local trader that Mannix was seen in Lesthem, on the front lines in Toren's struggle against the nation of Taselek. Fisc immediately set after him.
Reconciliation
Fisc tracked Mannix to the region of Lesthem, where a great battle was about to be fought between the forces of Toren and the nation of Taselak. He found the armies of Toren camped on the field the night before the battle and stealthly observed the troop movements, looking anxiously for his father.
Hate burned in his mind for Mannix - Fisc blamed him for the death of his mother and two older brothers, Jaden and Nexis. It was Mannix's own irrational need for power, land and title that had lead him to the colonies, and caused his family to go with him. Fisc had always believed that his mother never really wanted to go, and that it was only her love for Mannix that convinced her to follow him to the new world.
Deep into the night, Fisc approached the tent he had identified as Mannix's. Quietly he slipped by the nightwatch guards and opened the canvas of the tent, dagger in hand.
"I've been expecting you." The deep crackled voice sounded all too familiar to Fisc. His father was now pointing an arrow between his eyes - obviously he had been aware of Fisc's tracking.
Fisc decided to risk it and dove for his father, only to be repelled, disarmed and thrown across the room - knocking the wind out of him as he hit the ground. As he layed gasping for air on the ground, Mannix continued. "Your brother Taran sent me word of your arrival here in Toren. You should not be here son."
Enraged, Fisc tore into Mannix, blaming him for everything that had happened to his family. He had been waiting for this moment for quite some time, and was not going to simply let his father get away with what he had done.
Mannix let his son finish, waiting until he was out of breath to speak.
"Fisc - your mother asked me to go to Giblot."
Stunned, Fisc initially did not believe his father, but he let him speak none the less. For over an hour, Mannix told his son the true story of his life in the colonies. It was actually Genesis who had asked Mannix to go to the colonies - he believed he could restore his name by staying in the Cagilan Empire, and eventually reconciling with his father Alexis. She did not agree, and threatened to leave him unless he was able to restore his family name, carve out an estate for himself, and bring honor to the name Mannix Arylon once again.
He continued, telling Fisc how he had forced his wife and sons to stay behind in Giblot while he was out on the frontier expanding his territory - so as to protect them from harm. Mannix explained that their deaths were the result of a great coalition of honorless nobles, and that the only reason his family was threatened at all was because the coalition was able to get to his Manor in Giblot before he could get his family out to sea.
He also made it clear to Fisc that in one year, he was to be released from his servitude to the Toren lord who had bought his freedom, and that he planned to return to Giblot and exact his revenge for the death of his family.
Fisc was stunned - it was apparent now that he had completely misjudged his father. A sneaking admiration crept into his heart, washing away the raging hate he had felt only hours before. "Father," he began, "I'm sorry. I had no idea."
"I know, son."
"I am 17 now, and have come of age. I am a free man, a minor noble in Nardil where your father still reigns. I wish to join you here in Toren, and when your service has expired, I will go with you to Giblot and kill Istar myself." Mannix smiled at Fisc, and nodded his head.
The Death of Mannix Arylon
The next day, the reunited father and son marched on Lesthem - little did they know the tragedy that would befall them there.
The forces of Taselak were more extensive than originally thought, and Toren's General was killed at the outset of the fighting. In disarray, confused and outnumbered, Toren's armies were quickly cut through. Mannix and Fisc were holding the third hill to the west of the fighting, but as Taselak advanced they were surrounded.
Faced with capture, Mannix threw down his sword and ordered Fisc to do the same. This was supposed to be honorable combat, so the forces of Taselak would take them prisoner, and they would be able to buy their way out in the future - living to fight another day. As a unit captain approached him, Mannix called out his name, rank and informed him of his surrender.
The captain, a bloodthirsty maniac named Rahvin said nothing, approached Mannix, withdrew his sword and sliced his head off in one foul swoop. Rahvin laughed, mounted his horse and ordered his men to leave Fisc where he was.
Horrified at what he had witnessed, Fisc dove to the ground and wailed. He had just learned his father was a truly honorable man, and now he had been stolen from him. "MURDERER!!" he screamed, "HE SURRENDERED TO YOU!!! HAVE YOU NO HONOR?"
Fisc was unable to contain his anger. He bent down and withdrew Mannix's sword from the ground, rose to the the first riderless horse he could find, and charged after Rahvin and his men with bloodlust in his eyes. It wasn't long until he was on the heels of Rahvin, who by this time had realized he was being pursued, and had set himself for a fight.
As Fisc rode for him, Rahvin dismounted and waited. Fisc approached, and Rahvin dove on the ground, rolling and slicing the legs of the horse, throwing Fisc from it. He quickly recovered and wildly hacked at Rahvin, desperately trying to score a killing blow. His attempts were easily blocked by the experienced captain. Finally, as Fisc raised his sword and left himself open, Rahvin drew a dagger and stabbed Fisc in the thigh, then he kicked him over to the ground.
"I respect your courage boy, but you are no warrior. Go home and tend to the women, they need you more than the army of Tor does." Rahvin cackled wildly and mounted his steed again, leaving Fisc bleeding on the ground.
His bloodloss was profound, and he lost conciousness.
Dedication to Toren
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Friendship with Averyll Arete
Upon his first encounter with enemy forces after beginning his career in Toren, Fisc's unit was severely damaged, and he needed to withdraw from the front and return to Toren Stronghold to refit his unit. In his naivitae, he turned his back on the enemy as he retreated. He had been wounded and his usual acute senses did not see a Taselek soldier approaching him from the rear. Just as the enemy soldier drew his blade to strike Fisc, he felt a wind blow past his face and heard the zing of an arrow. At first, he thought the arrow was intended to kill him, and so he drew his weapon to attack the archer - whom he identified as a woman 10 meters from him.
However, he heard a body drop behind him, turned around to look and saw a soldier now laying face first on the ground - sword in hand, arrow in chest. Fisc understood what had just happened, the female archer had saved his life because he had been negligent with his own life.
The woman walked up to Fisc, nodded in his direction and uttered, "Averyll". He understood this to be her name, and had heard of her before. She was the countess of the region of Jerelin, the Fiduciary of Toren. Embarassed, Fisc hung his head and softly muttered his own name in introduction.
Averyll smiled, and clapped her hand on the young soldiers back. "You're young - don't spend too much time thinking about it. I myself have had my life saved a dozen times over. This is one mistake you won't make again."
Her words gave comfort to Fisc, who cracked a smile. "Thank you," he replied, "I appreciate somebody watching my back."
Over the course of the next year, Fisc and Averyll would meet on the battlefield a number of times. Fisc was even able to repay the favor at a fateful battle in Falens. When Averyll had been knocked to the ground and was vulnerable to attack, Fisc placed himself between Averyll and a group of 10 Taselek soldier, managing to hold them long enough for a group of Toren nobles to arrive and help drive their enemies away.
This proved Fisc's worth as a soldier, and as a friend. After Falens, Averyll invited Fisc to come to Jerelin to her personal estate. The two became great friends, sharing drinks and war stories. They forged what can be considered an informal alliance between their two great houses, to the benefit of each.
To this day they remain extremely close, both loyal to the other.
Elevation to Region Lord of Dakan
Fisc has become somewhat famous for his worth as a soldier. Each time the Army of Tor is ordered to the front, Fisc is there, regardless of the number of soldiers under his command. He has fielded a unit at every major engagement between Toren and Taselek for the course of the conflict between the two nations.
He was instrumental in victories at Falens, Seggelin and Lesthem - including 5 seperate assaults on Lesthem, as well as the following takeovers of the regions. Fisc is ever the dependable troop leader, following orders to the letter and ensuring that the will of the General of Toren is carried out effectively.
His ascent to region lord began with an incredible tragedy. The great Pontifex of Toren, Sir Phear Fantom was present at a great battle in Lesthem. At this battle, the heroic leader was slain - ending the most effective rulership Toren had ever seen. This vacated the office of Pontifex and began a series of events that would lead to Fisc's advancement within the realm of Toren.
The ensuing election to replace Phear saw the elevation of Fisc's greatest friend, Averyll in a narrow victory. A stroke of luck for Fisc, for due to their friendship, Averyll had seen first hand Fisc's leadership and battle skills, and new that he had immense potential to lead.
Initially, Averyll refused to grant Fisc a lordship - understandable given the close relationship between the two. Averyll had no desire to appear to favor nepotism in any way. As time wore on however, and the region of Dakan needing a lord, Averyll arrived at the decision that regardless of how it might look, Fisc was really the only choice for a new lord that made sense. After much though, Averyll dispatched a courier to the front in Lesthem to order Fisc to travel to Dakan with her, to take command of the region.
Fisc narrowly survived the battle before he left the front lines - his unit was smashed as the Taselak forces overran Lesthem. Luckily, he, his captain and 3 of his men made it out alive, and began the long journey to the other side of the kingdom in the region of Dakan. Fisc was immediately appointed as region lord of Dakan, and began to run the affairs of the local peasantry.
