Being born an elf was a footnote in his life rather than a true beginning. Rosh remembers so little of his time before darkness consumed his soul that he truly believes he was always a demon or at the very least, destined to become one. At only fifty, he was fully immersed in darkness. His compulsion to bring other elves in drove him to see out younger elves like himself, slowly corrupting them. One by one, he brought them down and reveled in the destruction of his homeland. At first, he had meant for them to go, to leave him once he had finished his work, but some stayed. This was the beginning.
Over the centuries, his goals changed. Some of the ones he brought into the darkness remained with him, did as he said, and brought more. He offered security in a world falling apart, power in crushing weakness, and family in abandonment. The price was simple, a soul. For six hundred years, he traveled with an ever growing clan of demons, destroying families and communities wherever they went. Those who fought against them were killed without remorse. To fund himself, he convinced his followers to give him whatever they had owned before joining. He had no preference between nobility and commoners or even the amount they could provide. All that mattered was dragging more into his fold.
Whether thirst for power had always been part of his personality or if it was a product of centuries of darkness was anyone’s guess, but he found that he enjoyed it. Those devotees who stayed were only words away from committing horrific acts in the name of darkness. To him, the very thing that gave him his life became a tool. Other demons sought to spread the dark because it was part of them, but for him, he used it as much as it used him.
Corrupting others for some dubiously lofty cause fell away, replaced by a selfish desire for his own power. Kings had politics, celebrities had society, but he had souls and those were much more important.
One base was set up to act as a home for the group, disguised as a place for travelers and refugees to escape. Instead, they were destroyed, their souls torn apart and reshaped until they became demons, more to add to the ranks of darkness, more pawns for himself. True care for his followers never entered his mind. Much like the darkness, they were tools, beings meant to further his own ends.
Leaving the compound in the hands of underlings wasn’t his desire, but it was necessary at times to continue the ruse of collecting people. With a group about three hundred strong at their base and several others out as well, he set out toward Avalon, the brightest beacon of light in the world.
{ CHRIS HEMSWORTH } another arrival has come to Avalon. I heard their name was { KING ESCALON } and they are a/an { 45 } year old { Human }. I heard they were looking into the role of { KING OF AVALON }. Yet I heard they can be { KIND & HONEST } but also { STERN & HOT-TEMPERED }. There is a rumor that they are into { ROUGH SEX, BONDAGE, DADDY } but hate { WATER SPORTS, SCAT, BLOOD PLAY }.
Escalon wasn't born a prince. He came from humble beginnings and a poor family. His family sold him to the palace and he was a lowly kitchen boy.
When he was twelve, he became a squire to King Rhys. The old king was kind and took to Escalon as his own son since he had no heirs of his own. The king passed when Escalon was only Seventeen but since no heir was named to the throne, Avalon had no king. The Royal Mage of the time sat on the throne with Escalon beside him as his squire.
He married a maiden named Yara. She was gentle and kind and came from a poor family as well. Escalon had always shown great kindness and leadership even with his position. Many of the kingdom loved him. Seeing the admiration for the young teen; The Royal Mage named Escalon the heir of the throne.
At nineteen; he was crowned King of Avalon and Yara was crowned Queen. Having watched the former king for years; he had an inkling of how a king should be. He would be Just.
Yet he was still a young king.
Yara had trouble conceiving. And Escalon had his share of lovers. No matter how many concubines and lovers he held; He loved his Queen with all his heart.
After years of trying, they went to an Orc Shaman to a fertility ritual. Nine months later and his firstborn son was born.
Four children were born in his reign. His firstborn son, his middle son, his youngest son, and his infant daughter.
He's trying his hardest to come together with all races to stop the darkness.
