Nórue Lin

  Originating from Phalrux from the Abyss Empire, he spent most of his youth in a sedentary stillness thanks to his parents sheltering him due to paranoia. Sheltering from what? Remnants of the war Zelistra had started more than a century ago, such as the rare rogue demon and other unforeseen dangers. This stillness carved in him a sense of utter boredom, he never wished to be protected to such an extent. While his mother did his best to educate him, his father's efforts were spent trying to understand what would catch his attention, rotating between getting hobbies and picking up skills in hopes of quelling the boredom of an otherwise lonely existence, as the sheltering kept him from forming any lasting friendships. On the rare occasion they took him out, he would get drawn toward the bards of the town plucking melodies from their instruments and singing of sorrows and joys alike. Hitting the nail on the head, his father gifted him a plethora of musical instruments and encouraged him to experiment with his voice. They not only served as a distraction but did help him develop his musical skills to an impressive level, whatever talent he already had flourishing thanks to all the free time he poured into practice.   Yet something still burned inside.   No amount of distractions shook his desire for connection, and the boredom was twisting it in interesting ways. From an early age, hearing stories of the ''scary cruel world'' from his parents didn't quite instill fear in him, but rather a morbid curiosity. Tales about the evils of the world that tore people apart, broke their minds, manipulated and tricked them into misery and took everything from them. Being on the receiving end of it all didn't seem so amusing, but giving it instead? Not the worst feeling ever... He wasn't planning on becoming any type of tyrant, but the stories did fuel a sick sadism from deep within.     At age 20, he ran away. Simply took with him his most important possessions and savings and took off eastward. Made his way through towns and forests, traveled alongside rivers and mountains. Through the long stretches of paths he could not usually travel alone, he used his natural confidence, newfound sweet-talking abilities and payments in the form of performances to tag along with other travelers and get secured shelter and sustenance. Everyone found him charming despite his desire to turn their smiles into frowns of discomfort, all because he understood he would need to keep his more sadistic ways undercover until he found stable footing in the world, until his survival was not nearly entirely dependent on the help of others. Each time he arrived at a point of interest, he made it his objective to experience everything it had to offer, from entertainment to education, and take off before too long, at maximum staying in one place no longer than a few months. Meeting plenty of fae-folk and other well traveled individuals he made an effort to seek tutoring in order to hone his Bard skills, until not one soul could resist his song. Through performances he gained respect, admiration, safety and much more. Plenty of favors he never needed to return, after all his silver tongue did well in weaving white lies and manipulating feelings to gain pity and adoration.   As he kept traveling and his capabilities grew stronger, so did his ego and confidence. Once he felt safe enough on his own, he started letting the ugly side show. One night partners, hands proficient in sliding into pockets unnoticed, a knack for staying in the shadows when needed. Yet there was also a desire to be known, to be feared and hated alike. A desire to turn admiring eyes into betrayed ones, to leave them dumbfounded and ashamed, broken, to leave his mark in their minds while he moved on to the next poor soul to come across his gaze and catch his sick attention.   So he started balancing his sides. Offering song and melody, passing as a gentle beautiful soul to gain the people's trust, then turning around and getting his twisted ways. Knowing he could get away with nearly everything he acted accordingly and rarely faced consequences, finding it easy to slip under punishment with a little trickery of the mind and deceiving smiles.