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Return of the Kings
By: BadWolf12 Date: June 11, 2019, 10:02 pm
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Name: Jaan Izan
Age: More than 20, less than 60
Place of birth: He was born in a place with no town, village, or
city name. He was born of the stars and below the stars. His
first home was a tree top bathed in moonlight.
Current location: Despot City - Closed location
Nationality: Estraela
Education: His mother's stories, and his father's songs. Unable
to read or write human tongue.
Occupation: Forced Healer
Income: Nothing
Physical Appearance: Jaan is darker, his skin a rich amber. His
purple eyes have fllicks of green, and can appear as wide as a
cat in the dark. Parts of his arms and neck are sparkled with
white dots, like starlight.His dreads are long, laced with gold
given to him by his people, with streaks of natural purple and
green. His teeth have small fangs. He wears tight black rags.
They are torn from previous hunts and he refuses gifts from his
owners. His wings must have looked like starlight once. Large,
butterfly-like, transparent wings. Black, with purple and blue
swirls, and bright white spots. His fingernails are pointed. He
stays amongst the trees, and towards the top of his enclosure to
be in the moonlight as much as possible.
History: Jaan: "The Hunted God."
Jaan was born of a race of fairy demi-gods. His people gained
power from the stars, and lived peacefully amongst the trees.
They don't have new children often, and so their population
remained small. Their true magic was contained in their wings,
fed by the night sky. When one of them became extremely ill, or
if they encountered a human they thought worthy, they would give
a scale of their wings and all ailments would be healed. While
Jaan's people live long lives, they are not immortal, and the
cuts of their wings prolonged their lives.
Humans invaded. They learned the secret of the star people and
the potential for long life. They soon began to enslave the
forest people when Jaan was a young child. Again, their magic
outside of healing wasn't aggressive enough to defend themselves
against human ingenuity and weapons. Soon, they were enslaved
within human villages. Due to the fact they didn't reproduce
often, they were kept in small groups within villages. Humans
would cut their wings to bloody nubs initially, wanting to cure
themselves of every ailment and reach morality. Only when the
star people began to die when their wings were hacked too short,
did they realize how fragile the new slaves were. Without enough
of their wings kept in whole, they would die. Humans began to
ration the parts, realizing that they couldn't recklessly
destroy their slaves' wings. Still, the star people (I need to
think of a better name for them) reproduced slowly, and in the
torment of slavery, didn't thrive. Their population dwindled,
despite the human effort to maintain them.
Jaan was born in the wild to his mother and father. Still, he
was a young toddler when taken by humans. He was kept in a
family unit, but when a human went to cut his precious baby
wings for the first time, his father ripped the throat out of
the human. This led to the first purposeful killing of a fairy
slave. The humans didn't yet know enough about their new slaves
to know they shouldn't be so reckless with their slaves. Jaan,
and all the other fairies, were brought to the square. The
humans burned his father. They hacked his wings off whole before
doing so and left them on display in front of the stake. They
needed the wings after all. As his father burned, a cruel human
grabbed the crying toddler and dragged him close to his burning
father. The lesson had to be learned after all. His mother
shrieked and Jaan shrieked. He would never forget that spell.
The star people take longer to die by burning, but Jaan's father
did die. When he died, the wings the humans had hacked turned to
dust. This is how they learned that the magic was connected to
the life force of the fairy, and couldn't be preserved if the
owner was killed.
The humans continued to learn much about their fairy slaves -
mainly that they weren't easy to keep alive in captivity. After
the burning of Jaan's father, his mother's light dimmed. Knowing
that the wings grew back if only small amounts were taken at a
time, the humans began to better harvest the wings by taking
those smaller amounts. Still, Jaan's mother's wings were weaker
due to her broken heart. She eventually turned to stardust,
unable to survive in the captive state. Many of the adults
fairies also died this way. They weren't able to survive the
brutality of human captivity, and only the children survived.
Due to the slow rate of birth, Jaan became the last star child.
he village became obsessed with keeping him alive. There wasn't
enough of his wings to be safely harvested for all of them, so
the population that knew of the Hunted God decreased. They
learned that, like the adults, Jaan would die as he grew older
if they kept him in chains like his parents and family. They
decided to give him a portion of wild land to roam. Still, they
built high fences. It was a false freedom. His wings were never
allowed to grow fully enough for him to fly over the gates. As
he became a teenager, alone, the humans tried to tempt him with
worship. They would go to the edge of the forest with gifts.
Objects of his people. Still, he didn't come. He hid in the
trees. Thus, the tradition of the hunt for the god grew with the
humans. They would hunt him down, cut a safe amount of his wings
to prolong their lives, and let him go in their contained woods.
It became mocking. Before each hunt, as the humans became more
cruel and confident of their ability to capture Jaan, they would
build a stake just like his father's and burn it. If he wasn't
going to be their willing God, they would hunt him down.
Jaan, himself, is a very confused, distrustful, and hateful
creature. He has powers, but they have never been enough to
outsmart his captors, or escape his cage. Every few months, the
humans are capable of hunting him down with dogs, nets, weapons,
and slice his wings for their own means. As far as he knows, he
is the last of his kind.
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