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name: Vance | gender: male, he/him | sexuality: bisexual
age: immortal (stopped around mid-20s) | species: keldine | rank: none, nomad.
main theme song: house of memories - panic! at the disco

likes: fighting, proving himself, giving gifts, protecting those around him
dislikes: being considered weak, inconsiderate people, bullies, intolerance

current status: single (uninterested in romance) | prior status: liam (deceased)

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There had never been a normal for Vance. He had been destined for greatness, and prepared since he was young, he was always different. Always loathed, praised or hated. After years of these emotions circulating you get used to it. You stop trying to please those around you and simply move on with your life. Vance was different however, because he never really got used to it. The loathing always surprised him, and he always tried to change their minds to no avail. He hated himself, a lot of the time for the legacy he had been born into. For his parents, for forcing the burden upon him. His whole life seemed planned out for him, and he reveled in that peace for a while. But deep down inside he knew he hated it, just as much as everyone else hated him.

Vance was bestowed the talisman when he was the ripe age of 20. He had finally been considered worthy enough to harness the power of the stone, and in the process be granted immortality. For centuries the talismans had existed, but none had been able to harness them. The inscription on the stones in which they were found was as follows.

"On the fifteenth year upon discovery, the talismans shall choose their wielders. A wielder will be marked based upon the talisman they are given upon birth. When they have come of age the talisman shall be bestowed upon them, and immortality will be theirs to claim."

though it wasn't confusing, it still brought about turmoil across the land. Citizens clamoring to know who will would be chosen or marked. Many lined up in every town everywhere to see who would receive one of the four. Each of the four were born under the full moon that the talismans were revealed upon, and each were born with the insignia on their talisman upon their right wrist. From there it was simply a matter of waiting, and a matter of scheming of many families. As Vance's did, who were immodestly granted practically the status of royals and took quick advantage of it. Vance grew up in the spotlight, and hated every minute of it. People wanting things from him, others wishing they were in his stead. He lived like this, and saw this through his personal relationships. Romantic or otherwise. Everyone wanted something from him, they didn't want him. They wanted his abilities or immortality. He believed he was destined to be alone forever, with no one that would want him for him.

That was, until a quiet farmers boy, balancing books on his head as he clumsily strode through town, crashed into him.

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"Do you love me as I love you?"
"You hold my heart. It's always you."

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if there was ever a thing called love at first sight, this was certainly it. Vance took one look at the disheveled appearance of the other keldine and knew deep down that he was there for a reason. The other keldine seemed to recognize this too, as they both hit it off incredibly well. It was soft at first, simply hanging out and trying to get to know one another better. After a few years of just knowing one another, vance made the most important decision he would ever make.

he would ask liam out.

and he did of course, and liam obviously said yes. Things continued and blossomed romantically more than many would ever really understand. the two were intimate on levels far beyond just physically. They knew one another in ways many didn't know vance at all, and the two grew an attachment so strong that vance had never been more certain of anything in his life. things continued on, though mostly in secret. However liam grew anxious over this, though full trust in vance had always been a possibility, he hated the fact that it was secret. and that everyone else in town seemed quick to throw themselves at his lover's feet and attempt to flirt with him. up until this point liam had been comfortable with the quiet life, content just knowing that vance liked him as much as he liked vance. and though vance wasn't entirely up to it, it hurt him to see liam so distraught over the fact that nobody knew where vance's heart lay. So, they went public with their relationship. this shocked many, and the attention surrounding vance seemed to die down, at least die down as much attention as one of four immortals can gather. Liam and vance seemed content with one another, and happy too. Nobody wanted to get between them and things seemed to go back to normal.

however this turned out to be a bit of a mistake, and this mistake would eventually make the line "till death do us part." all too real.

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xxxxTHE TALISMAN OF POWER
an ancient thing, one in a set of four. each of the four talismans, when worn give
the bearer immortality. (once put on, they are bound magically and it cannot be
taken off. the wearer must wear it constantly and cannot be forcibly taken off the
wearer) this talisman in particular grants pyrokinesis (blue fire) and electrokinesis.

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the storm outside howled, and liam was none too happy to get out of it. Rain battered the windows and seemed to shake the house. He had finally returned to his homestead after a few weeks out of town with vance, who had insisted he come along. Now that he was home however he felt more than content with the peace and quiet. Though he missed vance when he wasn't around, the attention that came with him, especially in public, was quite draining with him being an introvert and all. Not to mention the feeling of being judged when he walked freely in public with vance. They all loathed his position, but he didn't really know why. He couldn't understand why other keldines couldn't just be happy that he and vance were happy instead of wanting to take everything for themselves. Especially being so public about it. A lot of the time, though it had been his idea, he regretted deciding to come out with their relationship to the public. It felt like every eye was fixed on them constantly. Like a threatening cloud, which seemed to rumble like the storm around him. He hated it.

Quietly Liam stalked the halls of his home, a sense of unease had come over him, though he shook his head in an attempt to clear it away it refused to leave. Like a fog that had crept over his senses. He didn't like it. With a sigh he trod up the darkened steps of his home towards his bedroom, with the intention of retiring early. He had eaten on his way and at this point, with the storm, there wasn't much he could really do. He cleaned himself up easily enough, and had entered his bedroom when he noticed the window on the far hall was slightly ajar. The rain dribbled down the pane and wind whistled through the crack. Liam's forehead creased as he strode towards it, remembering acutely when he had locked it from the inside before leaving. As he reached the window he shut it, making sure this time to lock it securely and took a quick peak outside. Nothing was visible but the faint outlines of trees in the distance and his yard below, rain splattered the roof-tiles and everything felt almost normal. almost.

He shuddered slightly, but chose to ignore it as he entered his bedroom, dressing in night clothing and made to shutting and locking his door. The feeling of unease had only amplified, and his concern broadened as he noticed a stack of books, once neatly piled on the shelf, had been knocked askew. His gaze drifted around the shadowy room, his breathing hitched as he noticed a hunched figure in the corner. It bore no expression, but slid back it's hood to reveal narrowed, glowing crimson eyes. Gold pupils shifted between him, and the heavy book he bore in his hands. He had picked it up upon inspection, and now had raised it however foolishly to brandish as a weapon. A low chuckle came from the figure, who stepped into the waning moonlight like a ghost might come from the fog. It drew a steel knife from it's belt and fixed it's predatory stare on liam.

"Please, I don't know what you want.. but I'm sure we can come to some agreement-?" his breath hitched as the figure grinned, taking two additional steps towards him, which Liam met with additional steps back.

"Unfortunately for you, I'm not here on personal business." his voice was rough and deep, and matted scars still shown in the moonlight. A seasoned warrior.
"Then why are you here?"

"For the gold of course." the auburn clad figure chuckled, "This is nothing personal."
and then like a silent wraith, it descended on liam.

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Vance strode forward, the cloak's hood low over his gaze hiding his identity. However the talisman at his neck did little to hide who he was. His attention was focused on the auburn clad figure ahead of him. Easily identified as Magnus Fey. The assassin responsible for his lover's demise. A wicked grin crawled across vance's maw, as he approached him. Blue fire leapt from the lantern he held, which was easily discarded, and set fire to the nearby brush.

"Magnus Fey."

his voice, dripping with terrible malice rose over the rising wind. The storm of his emotions swirled high above him as he flashed a grin at the figure. Lightning struck the sky above and then drifted down to meet him. Vance's talisman glowed ominously, and in turn so did his gaze. Blue flames, barely controlled by the one who had summoned them, bit at the grass at vance's feet, eager to be unleashed upon his now wary quarry. The assassin wavered, his crimson gaze, and gold pupils flashing between the fire and the storm above him. He seemed to be weighing his options.

"I don't suppose I know you?" Magnus called, to the grim form of Vance, whose anger fluttered deep within his eyes. "No. but you will."

He threw himself at the assassin, who swore and ducked, avoiding the harrowing form of Vance. Brandishing a steel dagger, he seemed almost pathetic compared to the blue fire and lightning that ripped across the grass, leaving scorch marks in its wake as it reared after it's target. Vance disappeared, that was until the assassin looked up, there in the sky stood vance, lightning crackled along his outspread wings. Claws outstretched he pounced on magnus, who returned his fury with some of his own. Orange flames surged forward, like a tidal wave they flashed against the angered aquamarine form.

A dark chuckle came from Vance who in turn chose to use lightning. It sprang at magnus and managed to strike him. He was thrown feebly to the side as Vance stalked forward like a predator after prey. There was a venomous tint to his gaze, a broken piece that looked as if sanity itself had fled from the figure. His every intention screamed predator. Magnus rose shakily to his feet, a breath shuddering out of the assassin. "Why?" he sputtered, his gaze following the stalking figure who pounced, the two, locked in combat with one another tussled on the ground. A ring of blue flames erupting around them, the work of Vance. Pinned underneath the wrathful keldine, Vance lowered his head to Magnus's ear.

"You killed the one thing that mattered to me."

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artwork of vance and magnus fighting.