Personal Duties

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Leonan is now eighteen, the youngest child of Jorgha Romarich, but now the only surviving heir to his ancient dynasty. Their family was more than human, and more than a monarchy; their secluded bloodline had lasted for a thousand years and hadn't once wavered in its strength. They still bore the physical traits that all mankind once had in this world; red irises, with no black, differentiated pupils; skin as smooth and white as porcelain; high, sharp cheek bones, lean bodies and cunning minds. Throughout his entire childhood, Leonan was weak, bed-ridden and frequently expected to die. His mother and father had spent unfathomable amounts of money to ensure he lived happily and comfortable before a young departure, and his mother cared for him at his bedside through the worst of it.
His older siblings; two sisters and two brothers, cherished him equally, though Silas and Vilkan, the two older sons, were away from home, adventuring at the edge of the world.
This family, in order to keep their pious, regal bloodline pure, strictly has bred with members of the same extended family. This of course causes occasional defects within the mind; snapping into insanity, sinking into depression, and paranoia. When their family displays these symptoms, people believe that it is due to a curse bestowed on their ancestors, the last blow inflicted by the race of dragons that once dominated the world, and the family themselves believe it. His oldest sister fell to this curse by casting herself out of a window. When he was nine, his brothers returned from uncharted sea, and with the madness they had contracted in their journey, they killed their mother, sister and her betrothed at their wedding. - If Leonan was cursed, it would seem as if his mind was spared, and his body crippled. He was a gentle, silent aristocrat with a fondness for art, literature and finery. Bedridden cripples make for well-read young men, and he was versed in several languages, tutored by apothecaries and sages from around the charted world.
His father was a much different person; an iron statesman and martial commander, with a much more cold, stern disposition than his. With him dead of age, Leonan has become the sole remnant of his family, the king of the Brukhaven castle, and Archon of 'all humankind'. If he himself was to fail, or if his body succumbed, everything that had flourished for a thousand years would vanish into history; or perhaps even humanity itself would become extinct. - A humanity that despised him, but was subject to him. In his council, he had no friends and no supporters. Surely, he'd be easy to exploit.

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Authors Note:

In the picture is Leonan, a mixture of the two photos.

This Story was the combined efforts of another person and myself. It was a roleplay sent back and forth so there will be grammatical errors and weird syntax at parts. However, they are a talented writer and I wanted to document the story we create together for my own personal growth. I hope you'll enjoy if you stick around.