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[paxton-balor]

[paxton-balor]

(Vanguard Flashback)

[destructionofeva-blog]

So, that was how it was. Lord Balor has heard more than he should have. Eva took one step closer to the prisoner, titling her head and arching her eyebrow.

“You have heard my family’s words, not my own. I must do as lord Argo orders me to do and, apparently, complete annihilation is what he seems fit.” Young Chaos replied, eyeing the prisoner with care.

“You seem to care awfully lot about Vanguard, lord Balor. I did not know this place held your interest so much.” She added in a soft tone, placing an intrigued smile on her lips when, in fact, she wanted to grin.

Her game was about to begin.

[paxton-balor]

“Ah you are then to present me the lighter shades of night? Convince me of your innocence in those holocausts I have heard spoken of in your halls?”

He looked down on her, disinterested and unamused.

“Pick your part Eva. For either you are as you say, only abiding those words spoken by your father, keeping silent your own, and are thus a child, weak without power, incompetent. Or else you are truly as I believe your whole house to be: tyrannical and deserving of justice, merciless and uncaring.

“Saintly, weak, fragile, child or else despot dipped deep in blood...

“Pick your part Eva, entertain me, for I have always loved the theater.”

[nariaargo-blog]

           “Paxton Balor, always a lovely surprise,” Naria greeted, a grin twisting her lips in a way that was anything but pleasant. After hearing her daughter’s reckless tirade just hours before, she was rather looking forward to seeing the familiar face. She entertained him for a moment, looking at this boy she’d once kept as prisoner. It was quite charming how he thought himself a man now, but she much rather liked the image he presented before. ( shivering, wet, cold down in their deep, dark dungeons. nothing but the smell of death and fear. not even the light to chase away the nightmares that lurked in those halls. ) “Peasant, beggar, whore … Well, I do imagine you are well-acquainted with the likes of those. I’d expect nothing less from someone so familiar with the Ironmoor. But enough of me, child; tell me of you.” 

[paxton-balor]

The Lord drew up a chair and sat himself there upon, leaning forward and staring into the other’s eyes with a smirk. He ignored her words and spoke his own.

“Do you know why Holden chose a commoner over your daughter?”

[paxton-balor]

(Vanguard Flashback)

[destructionofeva-blog]

Eva was always the one to gloat – the sadistic, cruel one of the Argos, but this time she has had special orders. She ought to be nice. Or, well, as nice as her nature would let her. Ever since that pesky Balor tried to sneak around their place, learn their secrets and exploit them, Eva was first to demand for execution, but alas, he was of noble blood and of rival, powerful house, so that would not be.

Young Chaos was, to say the least, disappointed.

Entering the cells, she arched her eyebrow in disinterest as she approached him and scoffing at hearing his words.

“Entertain you? I came to ask what the Hell were you thinking, believing you could sneak in our home, learn our secrets and go unpunished.” Eva hissed out, her posture regal, but her voice cold, her lips wearing a slight snarl. She admired his courage, that much she could admit, if only to herself, but that courage was soon turned to stupidity. Thinking he will go unnoticed with the Argos.

Foolish.

[paxton-balor]

The Lord stepped some feet forth so that he stood only but inches from her; the Lord looking down into her eyes, and she up into his, and his words, of a sudden, bore with them a new severity, as if spoken from a mouth that had never smiled, nor laughed, and only knew hate and anger.

His eyes were stern as he stared, and his words the same.

“Your house would abandon those they are sworn to protect. I swear by all a man can swear by, Eva Argo if you do this, if you leave your people to die, I will kill you as you would kill them.”

“So yes ‘punish’ me for my actions, for I will surely punish you for yours.”

[ashlynnpemberley-blog]

“I’m unsure that I know what you mean,” she bit, furrowing her brow. “This isn’t a game, Lord Balor. You could be seriously harmed.” and i the one decidedly responsible for it. ( must everything be some sort of play? )

[paxton-balor]

“Ah but danger is what makes it fun,” the Lord spoke and leaned against the archery target with a smile.

“How good of a shot are you really Miss Pemberley,” the Lord asked taking an apple from his pocket and placing it atop his head.

[paxton-balor]

(Vanguard Flashback)

@destructionofeva​

The door to his cell opened. He blinked and shaded his eyes with his manacled hands to the new light and rose slowly with trouble, shackled at the feet as he was--the Argo’s prisoner.

He smiled at the girl as she stood in the doorway and looked down at her. 

And to that stance and smile was the sort of defiant masochism seen in men set to die at sunrise; accepting of their mortality and greeting it as a friend they’ve long expected.

“Eva Argo. Come to entertain me?”

[soundtracksfromfilms]

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[nariaargo-blog]

        Sitting close against the open wall of their cell, Naria swept her fingers languidly across the cool bars, tapping her nails gently against the metal. Elsewhere, people spoke in low, hushed tones; before her, a guard cloaked in Pemberley colors strode by and the whispers quietened immediately. Water from the ceiling dripped. ( OH … how dull this display was … when would the betrayers finally give in? when would the wildlings fight back? when would the vitellos move so she could be free to return to her home? ) 

        NEVER, it seemed. And she was so, so tired of this waiting. 

        A flash of movement in the torchlight caught her attention, and she snapped upright, quick to coax the visitor forward. “Don’t be a stranger,” she said, low as she beckoned them forth with a movement of her hand. “Move into the light so I may see your face.” 

[paxton-balor]

The Lord moved into the light, and what light there was in the place shone off his wide smile and the teeth of it.

“I do not think Lad-- Oh pardon I forget myself, you are no longer a Lady are you Naria?”

The Lord stepped forth and crouched before the sitting woman, so that his eyes were inline with hers.

“What are you now? A common peasant? No for a peasant is freer than you are now, they go off to plow their fields and care for their livestock. Are you a beggar? No for even a beggar has the means to leave whatever place they might currently be to beg elsewhere. Are you a whore? No for even a whore does not live in a cell.

“What are you Naria? You who are now lower than a peasant, a beggar, and a whore.”

[therealm-rpg-blog]

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Paxton Balor Heritage: Son of Isiah and Charlene Balor Past Self: Prometheus 

Age: 23 Position: Lord, Prisoner of the Argos  House: Balor Alliance: Cronus

This character is portrayed by NICHOLAS HOULT and is currently TAKEN.

BIOGRAPHY

As one of the Titans, Prometheus was born when the world was full of only animals. The planet merely existed, and nothing showed a glimpse of curiosity or need for advancement. He gathered some clay from the ground and molded the building blocks for humanity. He was a lone genius, content to watch his creations grow. When the war between the Titans and the Gods broke out, he remained impartial, for he knew war was no way to advance a society. With his family cast in Tartarus, the Olympians were content with the stagnating human race–Prometheus was not. Directly defying the gods and betraying his own people, he gave the knowledge of fire to humanity. For Prometheus, the betterment of society was more important than the fate of one, and he was doomed to spend eternity in punishment for his actions.

Paxton Balor remembers his life as Prometheus. He remembers every day he was bound to a rock, watching as an eagle fed on his insides. He has no choice in the matter; his previous life is playing out before him yet again. He’s haunted by nightmares of his past, but his goals have always been and continue to be the advancement of mankind. When he received news of House Argo and the monsters that roamed in the North, his thirst for knowledge became unquenchable. The mystery kept him up late into the night until he could no longer contain himself. He packed a small bag and left home, intending to uncover for himself the secrets of the Vanguard. The only person who knew of his trip was his brother, Everett, who insisted he accompany Paxton.

The pair traveled in secret to the Vanguard and stole into the castle. Paxton forced his brother to wait in the kitchens while he hid in the shadows to eavesdrop on the Argo family. He overheard their plans to migrate to the Lion’s Keep–and abandon all of their citizens to the waste of the North to fend for, and die for, themselves. Horrified, Paxton intended to bring the knowledge to the people, but before he had a chance, he was discovered by no other than Eva Argo. The family wasn’t willing to take the chance for their people to discover their plans nor could they kill off one of the sons of the Balor family, so they tossed him into the dungeons to suffer whatever torments the dungeons could bring him. When the Argos finally left for the Lion’s Keep, they brought Paxton with them. Until the marriage of Eva Argo and Holden Vitello is complete and their space secured in the Seven Kingdoms, a knight of the Argos can always be found in Paxton’s company–reminding him that, even among his friends and family and even in this new life as a mortal, he is a prisoner still.

PAST SELF

In Greek mythology, Prometheus is a Titan, culture hero, and trickster figure who is credited with the creation of man from clay, and who defies the gods and gives fire to humanity, an act that enabled progress and civilization. Prometheus is known for his intelligence and as a champion of mankind.

The punishment of Prometheus as a consequence of the theft is a major theme of his mythology, and is a popular subject of both ancient and modern art. Zeus, king of the Olympian gods, sentenced the Titan to eternal torment for his transgression. The immortal Prometheus was bound to a rock, where each day an eagle, the emblem of Zeus, was sent to feed on his liver, which would then grow back to be eaten again the next day.  [More Here]

CONNECTIONS

Everett Balor: Of all of his brothers, Paxton has always been closest to Everett. He has no idea of his brother’s fate after he was captured, but he’s always believed Everett to be capable of so much more than the others think.

Marcellus Balor: It’s said that blood runs thicker than water, but Paxton has never been able to accept that. He hates Marcellus for all of his needless, unwarrented cruelty.

Aethan Balor: Paxton feels a camaraderie with Aethan. Both have suffered for their causes, and he can appreciate that.

Other: Isiah Balor (father), Charlene Balor (mother)

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[ashlynnpemberley-blog]

“Careful!” Mere moments before she was about to release, Ashlynn dropped her aim to the ground and eased the tension in her bow, exhaling as the throb in her abdomen dulled to something far more tolerable. ( JUST as she was so close to blocking the pain entirely — ) Pursing her lips in a disapproving frown, Ashlynn wiped the sweat from her brow and eyed the other in annoyance. These were the training grounds, why were people just walking about? “Do you know how close I was to possibly shooting you?”

[paxton-balor]

He stopped his walk mid-step, brought his foot to the ground softly, and smirked up at the girl.

“I doubt it will do you much good, but you still of course can.”

[phyllisbalor]

She waited patiently for his mind to quiet and his thoughts to crystallize into words. When he did speak, she carefully stepped to his side, her expression controlled. “I do not. The sight has not returned to me.” Perhaps because she had already lost it long before the end of her divine life, and even been glad for it. All her knowledge of the future, the prophecies and divinations, the visions swirling around in her head… none of them had saved her family from their ruin. The sight had failed her when it mattered most, had granted her merely the pretension of control. No, she had not mourned its loss; Apollo was welcome to it. Phyllis turned her sharp eyes to her nephew. “Do you?”

[paxton-balor]

“Truthfully, I cannot say.”

He laughed to himself.

“I sometimes wonder if I am going mad, or if I was not mad already and my truest nature is only now returning...like a dog, feral at birth yet tamed over time will eventually bite...”

Words, for once, came difficult, and he paused many times as he spoke, each an attempt to order best his thoughts.

“At times, at times I see the future--if that is what it truly is--but I see it in innumerable multitudes so that all such sights come to contradict each other...

“...If listed, would simply appear as guesses or informed predictions rather than actual prophecy or foresight as when we were deities and commanders of such things.

“But I feel what I see...I’ve seen death, ours, theirs, my own...everyone’s. But also life, happiness, not, not just death, destruction, all that doom, all that gloom...

“And I’ve seen all these in passing seconds, moments between the individual steps one takes in walking down a hall, or the singular moment that passes when once looks from one object to another...Years, sometimes decades, will unfold in these mere moments...”

It was all very quite for a time, and only the wind sounded as it went its way on by.

“If I am not mad already, no doubt...”--he laughed lightly--“...I soon will be.”

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[hassenmarred]

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[adela-quintana]

“That-” she said dryly, pointing straight up to the moon. “Is clearly the sun, the crows are clearly disguised roosters and the market is busier than I have ever seen it.” 

[paxton-balor]

He looked at her from the corner of his eye and smirked.

“You are adorable.”

[sedavictoria]

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[carryourwxrld-blog]

“I could be saying the same to you, brother.”

[paxton-balor]

“Then say it. You’ve never spoken what you could and look where that got you, bearing the weight of the world, begrudgingly silent.”

He walked over to his brother and put his hands on his shoulders and looked down into his brother’s eyes, speaking and meaning what he spoke.

“I’ve missed you.”

[ashlynnpemberley-blog]

“This pleasant weather could not be resisted. What brings you out, Lord Balor? A simple stroll as well?”

[paxton-balor]

“I would hope that nothing I ever do could be described as simple, though yes I was out, strolling.”

He looked up at the darkening sky, the clouds amassing there.

“Seems it may rain sooner or later...”--his gaze swung to look down upon the town below them, standing as they were on one of the Keep’s many balconies-- “...and perhaps even storm.”

The Lord turned to her with a knowing smile.

“Wouldn’t you say?”