Post by Seven on Jan 27, 2009 2:02:30 GMT -5
Personal Quote:
Justice is only the advantage of the stronger over the weak.
Justice is only the advantage of the stronger over the weak.
Name: Thrasymachus Elavien
((EDIT: I decided to edit his last name. It just wasn't working for me. The first name is still a REAL name, the second is made up. Pronunciation:
Thra-sim-a-kuss "L"- "A"-"V"-"N"
Hey, don't laugh at the last name! I didn't realize that it could be pronounced just by saying four letters until I tried to phonetically spell it out! ))
True Age: 35
Perceived Age: about 20
Race: Half Guardian, half human
Description: Like all Guardians, his fair skin looks as smooth as the finest marble and pale as moonflower, and his deep violet eyes glimmer like tanzanite. He stands at 6"7' with a lean but thin frame. Yes, Thrasymachus would look no different from any other Guardian were it not for his shiny, silky black hair. He keeps it fairly short, perhaps out of annoyance of its color.
History: Thrasymachus' story begins with that of his father's Diaturnus. Diaturnus, like all other Guardians, was proud and arrogant beneath his veneer of kindliness. And of course, he thought immeasurably little of humans. Until, that is, she came. The human like all other humans...but not. And for a while, his affairs with the human woman were considered nothing more than a whimsical tryst by the other Guardians and himself. After all, it is such good sport to see how even the most head-strong humans, who are the most insistent that they would never fall victim to something as shallow as mere beauty, are still helpless before the grace and majesty of the Guardians. No human could resist such a temptation. But of course no Guardian would truly come to care for said human--such a thing was only a game, a minor diversion! These, of course, were all the thoughts Diaturnus had until he realized one crucial flaw in his mindset: He was in denial.
After several unsuccessful attempts to leave said human, he finally gave in, the seducer seduced. And at the age of 237, Diaturnus and his human love unexpectedly got married from out of the blue. Of course, this union was not just frowned down upon by the other Guardians, but was considered down right disgraceful. Disgraceful enough that the other Guardians would have gladly staged another 'accident' to prevent any undesirable offspring, however, a couple issues made this difficult to manage. For one, there was no legitimate reason that the couple should be stopped (not that the Guardians needed a legitimate reason...), but the main problem was the amount of publicity the two received. Considering that it is practically every humans' (humans who are naive enough to believe in the Guardians, anyways) wet dream to have a Guardian significant other, the public was ecstatic (albeit slightly jealous) to see such a pairing. And more so, it made for the rare 'happy news' that seemed to uplift the humans' spirits and make them even more comfortable if possible with their Guardians. So for a while, Diaturnus and his wife enjoyed minor celebrity status. For a while. But this minor flux in the attention they received probably saved their lives since in the beginning it would have been too risky or suspicious to kill them off, and after wards, it was just not worth their trouble. And all throughout this time, Diaturnus loyally showed up for his "duties" as a Guardian, despite the looks he received. Of course, things between him and the other Guardians were never the same, and though he was tolerated (and treated kindly when in front of human audiences), he was still greatly hated for his foolish, inappropriate action.
Which brings us to Thrasymachus, son of Diaturnus.
If the whole world had consisted of only three people, Diaturnus, his wife, and child, Thrasymachus might have grown up having the happiest of childhoods. Despite the nuclear winter, everyday would have been spring. After all, his mother loved her two boys more than anything, and his father felt the same about his unconventional family. Had the three lived in isolation, they might have never noticed it. Unfortunately, the world did not consist of three people, so things did not run as smoothly. Thrasymachus, in his early years, was of course naive to the unfortunate lot fate had placed him in; in fact, his earliest years of life, he imagined he had it swell. The humans he knew adored him, and the only Guardian he knew was his father. He was beautiful, he was special, he was unique. But as he grew, he would quickly learn that being unique was not a good thing.
The spotlight eventually faded from the Elavien family, and when it did, it left only bitter truths behind. Thrasymachus began to truly learn of the other Guardians at about the age of 8, and when he did, he quickly learned his was not appreciated. This of course confused him a great deal as a child, since he had learned that half of his lineage came from this mysterious group of people. But his father did not speak of it, and his mother did not speak of it, so he endeavored to find his own answers. Diaturnus and his wife began to bicker frequently, on a topic Thrasymachus never learned of, only that is was always related to the same thing. Meanwhile, Thrasymachus began to slowly but surely, through his own methods, find his answers. Learnt the nature and [true] beliefs of Guardians. He would learn the true plans of the Guardians. What he found would make him hateful. He would buy into the ideas of Guardian superiority quickly (for they were easy to buy into), and began to feel disgusted with his inferior mother and hateful towards his idiotic father. Especially towards his father. He considered his mother a naive, dumb human, but his father should have been wiser. His father was a noble Guardian, but he was also the one who so selfishly promised Thrasymachus a life of isolation. Thrasymachus went so far as believing that his unthinking father married a human just so that he could have an ever doting, servant for a wife--a person who'd never question his authority and always feel so blessed for her luck in such a catch. (And like a good Guardian, Thrasymachus ignored any evidence to the contrary, such as his mother's willful nature.) Diaturnus, on the other hand, began to become insecure about his wife's feelings for him, afraid that he had merely enchanted her and she felt no real love for him, and considering all he had sacrificed, this idea was devastating. Quite frankly, the family was dissolving. Diaturnus never did get the much needed reassurance of his wife's love in the end. Before he could draw any conclusions, she died in an [actual] accident while out one day. That was the final strand. Diaturnus retired from the Cavryn, so to speak, leading a life of a recluse, and Thrasymachus, who had only begrudgingly put up with his father before, left without a word. The relationship between the two are still extremely strained, if not non-existent.
Thrasymachus stopped considering himself human. In fact, he began to hold a particular disdain for them in his heart. He told himself it was because humans are weak, inferior creatures, and he was clearly not inferior, in any regard (which may be true; despite his diluted blood, his magic and strength were still just as great.) But really, it was more of hurt pride--that humans could be so foolish as to be lead blindly into their own enslavement, that his own mother could swallow lies from her own 'beloved husband' for all her life. It was disgusting. Thrasymachus meant to join 'his people,' the Guardians, despite the fact he knew this wouldn't be easy. Unlike the others, he would have to earn his way in. And even then, he would continue to be considered less. He still is.
And just as he came to nurture disdain in his heart for humans for their pathetic devotion, he came to harbor disdain for the Guardians who refused to acknowledge him as one of their own despite his skill and devotion to them. Disdain for when Guardians would think little of him, but loathing for when they'd smile with fake kindness, pretending to care for him. The same kindness and tactics they use towards their miserable human servants, only to snicker once he, like humans, were out of ear-shot. Some bitter part of him tells him he is viewed no differently than the Forsaken, a convenient tool. And he would begin to harbor self-hate, knowing all too well that such blind devotion is no different than the humans for their beloved Guardians.
Even now, the Guardians would deny his lineage. They would not have him attend their political agendas of the day. Like a deformed child in ancient times, they would not let the outside world see him. He was accepted purely for his skill, yet despite this, he is only allowed to work at night or outside the eyes of watching humans. And unlike the full blooded Guardians, who rarely sully their own hands in battle unless it so entertains them, Thrasymachus works most nights and some days (with his black hair, he makes an efficient under cover agent when time calls for one). He prefers it that way, since his desire is to gain more power. However, he also bitterly knows he must: if it weren't for the fact that he works, there'd be no actual need for the full-blooded Guardians to keep him. But his desires more than anything to emerge on top. And from his point of view, the Guardians are the top. Therefore, he can only do what he must to remain in their favor till the day he is recognized. Though part of him knows this day will never come. However, that somber element in his soul knows that even an inch of glory is better than none, and given his cruel cast in lots, he is lucky to have anything at all. And anything, of course, would be better than the life of a human.
Personality: Cold and aloof, Thrasymachus has never had to play the game of "Humanity's Guardian," so he doesn't. He tries to remain entirely objective at all times. He defines himself by his persistent determination, occasionally wondering if the strength of his magic actually has been diluted, but such a problem was overridden by his almost perpetual training to gain Guardian approval. He is, of course, hateful and bitter, and at times partakes in frivolous sadism as a means of venting.
Political Standing: Loyal without a doubt to the Guardians, but fiercely loyal to himself.
Weaknesses: He has the weakness of the Guardians, but the secret is so well-guarded, only the Guardians know it, and no one dares utter it.
