Name: Thalorien Starfell Age: 336 Pronouns: He/Him Species: Day Fae Faction: Dawn Court Occupation: Captain of the Queen's Guard Hometown: Eden Ros and the Fae Realm Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Dietary requirements: Pescatarian
Trigger warnings: Birds, Kidnap, Torture, Death, Permanent injury
History:
Thalorien was one of five children, the middle child who didn't mind the consequences of his birth order. He had two older brothers who would carry on the family legacy, marry the correct day fae to further the family's prospects. His only duty was to make sure he didn't cause a scandal and marry modestly. When in their fae form, members of the family resemble what the human kind call eagles, Thalorien particularly, with the same plumage of a white-tailed eagle and with the same diet of fish. It was more of a personal choice, but one he’s not wavered from since his childhood. His siblings always used to tease him that if he showed the same dedication he had for his diet to politics, he would be a force to be reckoned with.
Thalorien found politics infuriating, study tedious, even as a young boy, he was of the mind that life was for living and not for learning about someone else's actions. He was rambunctious, wild even, charging headlong into the unknown. But he wasn’t alone; he had a partner in adventure, Eryndra. They had grown up together, spent every waking day of their childhood together. The only thing gentle about the duo was when one heroically ate dirt, then healed the other depending on who had fallen. Childish notions soon turned into serious ones. Where the pair wanted to be warriors, protecting their kind against the hunters. With the bravado of youth, they tried to take the fight to the hunters; they had no training, no idea of what they were up against, only the threat they had imagined.
They had found a small fortune, but the hunters they had tried to engage with were unscrupulous and instead of killing them, the pair was captured, and the hunters intended to sell off their body parts to the highest bidder. Their childish behaviour was shattered; there was a notion that escape could be possible, but the iron bar that kept them captive, with the addition of watching another prisoner be executed for an attempt, halted that idea. Their captives would take them out one by one, harvest organs and dump them back in their community cells with just enough medical treatment to keep them alive. However, once the hunters realised that Thalorien and Eryndra were easing the pain of others in the cell, the aid they gave was lessened. The hunters only thought it was a shame that the pair's healing capacity couldn’t regenerate organs completely.
One night, when the night sky was clear, the stars were visible from the water-damaged hole in their prison. Thalorien and Eryndra observed a meteor and its tail; neither of them actually knew what it was, but it didn’t take much for them to come up with a story of their own. Eryndra stated that it was a falling star, and when asked what was behind it, she told Thalorien that stars cried too, cried for the home they left behind, for the place in the night sky they lost. The night should have been peaceful, but there was no luck to be found. All the healing Eryndra had been doing was catching up with her, and her attempts to hide the adverse effect were now failing. Blood was brought up in her rib cage rattling cough. The next morning, when the Hunters spotted the declining health, they took Eryndra to harvest from her what they could before she expired.
Thalorien didn’t need to see Eryndra's body to know what happened to her and that she wasn’t coming back. There was only one hope for him: sending a beam of light into the sky from his location. It was so obvious that the hunters had noticed, it was impossible not to notice it. They needed to punish Thalorien for his signal and, in turn, took his left eye, something that he couldn’t heal or replace; it would serve as a perpetual reminder. Due to the risk he took forced the hunters to prepare the prisoners for transport. And in this weak transition was when the Dawn courts' warriors struck. What happened to the other captive Thalorien never found out, he cared but when you're told not to ask questions and move by the people here to save you, you don’t question it.
It was here that Thalorien knew what he was to do with the rest of his existence: sever the crown that had saved him. They had been too late to save Eryndra, but Thalorien would always remember her and took Starfell as a second name, with the theory that as long as a star is falling, tears would be shed for her loss. Training to be a royal guard wasn’t for the faint of heart; it was only made harder by the fact by his missing left eye that was taken by the hunters, but much like in his youth, when Thalorien set his mind to it, only short of his own death would stop him. He officially joined the royal guard at age 186 and still serves to this day, but now as its captain, proudly being referred to as Captain Starfell, keeping the memory of Eryndra alive with him.