Kaynevin Ecliptora

Before his arrival to Erinn, he was the proclaimed sole heir (read: secondary to his older brother by contract, but had been AWOL) to the Ecliptora estate and its fortunes, and continued to "sit pretty" ever since. However, nothing much had changed; he still kept up with his homeschooling; he still had his hobbies of archery, fishing, and metalwork (he picked up the latter from watching his father to a T); he still took walks around the town with a servant or three . . . he was still a brat...but the butlers and maids that worked there didn't seem to mind eventually. All was going well for the child.

. . . A little too well.

About two years later, there was a day where the servants actually allowed the young Master a day out on the town by himself. Not deeming it odd in the least (more along a rite of passage), he happily left the estate ...only to later be nabbed off the street after a sharp pain at the back of his head was felt and held for ransom.

...but it was never going to get paid unless he came back.

It had been a week since his kidnapping, and while his captors were informed to keep the bargain piece alive and in good shape, the kid's temper and talk were very trying, and their patience had long since worn thin. The day of the deadline, they could take no longer from the boy's mouth, and was given several well-placed kicks to the torso, the only reason so many were given being that they would only stop until he screamed.

After the scream there was a series of footsteps, then a loud thud at the room's door, followed by a second, and then a third. By the fourth, the door had been ripped from the hinges to topple over like a domino. The demolishionist responsible for the broken door was a sight for sore eyes --at least to the boy, but he was too surprised to give a suitable reaction. Out of the blue, it seemed, his brother had come back... He thought he was dreaming, but a faint smile of relief from his once-absent relative gave him reassurance that was far from true. His brother was carrying a suitcase which was promptly taken from him by one of the captors to count the contents locked away.

For a few moments, the room was quiet. Too quiet; one of the captors was off making sure the amount was correct while his brother was forced to stay by the door despite not being restrained. After a signal from the counter was given, it seemed the boy was finally free to go, and his brother was walking over to take him back home and catch up. ...That would have been the case, had the older not been stopped by a hail of bullet fire from small body of mobsters that hid away in the neighboring room.

The boy's gaze was glued to his brother's still corpse. Why? After who knew how many years his brother had disappeared --practically months before their parents had died and he was given inheritance, why? Why did their reunion have to consist of bullet confetti that ended in the older's body swissed?!

As blood from his brother's body made their new home on the room's intricately plotted wooden flooring, a mental brick hit.

During archery practice, a butler courteously alerted of a call, but he had paid no mind to the details saying he would call them back, and casted the thought of calling back aside after hitting a bulls-eye. On a day he left out to check the marketplace for materials for the next ship-in-a-bottle to craft, a maid had nicely informed him that he got a call while he was out, but was treated the same as the butler, and forgot about it after a pleasant dream that night. During a time he was out at the lake, fishing alone, another maid called out to tell him of another call, but due to the distance of the boat from the dock --himself transfixed on catching a prize bite, he would never hear the urgency in her tone.

It was all his fault...and his brother had paid for it. He was only a kid -- what were his parents thinking dealing with mobsters?! Why didn't his servants try harder in telling them some money was due to them?! Why-- ...were they smiling and grinning as he was walking off the grounds...?

. . . They were in on it the entire time... How dare they.

He was in too much shock to notice a barrel at the side of his head. It was over before he could even mutter his brother's name in apology. The ransom was a mere dollars shy of completion...

Since his time inhabiting Erinn, he's reluctantly become accustomed to the not-so-pompous life that he felt he was stuck with regardless of his former hobbies turned survival tactic supplements, and even acquired some magic abilities along the way. While he's gotten used to the occasional dungeon exploration and helping a townsfolk or two with a chore, on those Eweca-greeted nights that constantly seem to go by in a blink, he can't help but wonder every now and then if his brother was given a second chance such as the tall woman in black had given him . . .