- Intro Video
IF YOU WISH TO RP WITH AMNUS, PM ME. I WILL NO LONGER BE DOING MAIN CHAT RP’s. THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING.
- Who Am I...
- Romantic Interests
- Relationship Status
- My Story Is...
Amnus grew up in the town of Mirion, a small; almost western looking town but with modern technologies. His mother was a sorceress who had been through many bad relationships, friendships, and bad people in general. She never wanted her son to go through what she had dealt with her entire life, so one night when Amnus was only about a year old, his mother placed a rune upon the skin of his chest where it slowly appeared as she had inscribed it on his skin. This rune was made up of a bronze-dark orange sun surrounding a chromatic wave that appeared to move with the changing of the colors, which the wave surrounded a multicolored, six pointed star. Each point was a different color, but the colors never changed so they always remained; Red, Blue, Purple, Black, Green, and Yellow while the center of the star was grey. Unless Amnus feels like he can trust someone, he will NEVER give the reason of why the center is grey and will avoid conversing about it at all costs. This multi-symbol, multi-colored rune was placed directly over the human well of magic, or rather, the soul. The rune’s purpose was to allow him to see a person’s true nature, which didn’t work out quite like his mother wanted, since, while able to see someone’s true nature, he was also able to smell it. This is how his story began.
When he was six years of age, Amnus was staying overnight with a friend of his from his class which would wind up saving his life, as that very same night, self-proclaimed witch hunters grabbed his mother from her bed, bound her in rope and dragged her off to the lake about 50 miles from the town and burned his mother alive. He came home the next day to find that she wasn’t there, but that was nothing new, as she spent most of her days helping those in need with her magic. But, when she didn’t come home after a week, he began to worry and a search party was formed. About 3 days later, her charred remains were found bound to a metal pole by the lakeside. This news crushed Amnus, and he was heartbroken for 4 years as he was raised by his friend’s family.
It’s been 15 years since his mother died, Amnus is 21 years of age and all of the women of the village wooed over him day in and day out. But he never got with any of them because their auras smelled of abusive traits and habits as well as lustful intentions beyond that of a normal capacity. So he decided to move to the outskirts and live on his own, going into town only to get supplies once or twice a month. Then, about three months later he made his way into town to see it had been razed, the men killed, the women assaulted and traumatized, the children crying. It broke his heart, and after a few days of helping everyone heal and get on their feet, he waved goodbye as he began following the scent of the attackers, which unfortunately, smelled of rotten eggs and sulfur. This is where his story is at.
- My Appearance
6 feet tall
- My Secrets Are...
Get to know me, and if I come to trust you, maybe, just maybe, I’ll tell you.