Greetings friends, I am Dreyfus Xano. I am a warrior of the 90th level from Durotan, when I have the desire to RP I come to the Kirin Tor server where I have a mage of the 70th-ish level, I also RP on Wyrmrest Accord with a mage at level 90. I have created a back story for my character and wanted to share it with everyone here. I have never posted in this forum before outside of where I normally post. I would appreciate any feedback for this story, if it is negative please be constructive.
So you’ve come to hear my story? Very well, I will tell you what I know. My memory is fractured but I will recount what I can. I do not come from this world, Azeroth. I do not even come from any plane of existence known to any living being, human or orc. Some would pass me off as crazy, but it is the truth.
I come from a world known as Xanoicia. This was a world of peace, innovation and progression. Technology was continually being created in Xanoicia, New inventions were created every day and they were immediately put to good use. There were no poor, no rich, no diseases, and no famine. It was a wonder to behold. Every Xanoician shared a common goal, and that was the betterment of the next person. No one ever thought of themselves, always for someone else, basic rules of good human relations. Xanoicians held the form of normal humans, but what really made them unique was that each Xanoician was immortal. They knew this and used their knowledge to help one another.
I was instructed in the way of Xanoic magics by my father Oryon. He ruled over Xanoicia, and made sure that every Xanoician followed those rules of good human relations. He was a kind and wise man. I had thought that every Xanoician held a smart and powerful mind, but there was something about my father, Oryon, that made me wonder how he became the ruler of Xanoicia. His intellect was far superior to any Xanoician, even my own, he knew so many things and had many skills. If he was not instructing me, he was either reading some novel or assisting another Xanoician in some new innovation. He had taught me that Xanoician magic was a protective and restorative magic and that only the reigning family of Xanoicia could wield this gift.
He spoke little of my mother, which I did not understand at the time. I would see her from time to time but she seemed to be just as busy as Oryon. My wife was continually with her as well, which I didn’t mind. The reigning family of Xanoicia consisted of my father Oryon and my mother, then myself Dreyfus, and my brothers, Melquiadas, Azmondarius, Taeleon, Cabatica, Toric, and Antonio. My father saw the potential in each Xanoician and each of my brothers, and knew how to bring it out. Each gladly sought my father’s instruction, with exception of Antonio. He was very arrogant and seemed to think that he was going to be the future king of Xanoicia.
In Xanoician law it is written that the oldest living son of the family was to be named the ruler of Xanoicia should something happen to the current ruler. My father named me as the heir to the kingdom when I was born, but I thought little of it due to the fact that Xanoicians were immortal and that my father would never need to leave the throne. Antonio was never told \of my heirship, at least that’s what I thought.
After some time, my father saw that I was progressing with my instructions in the ways of Xanoician magic and saw it fit to officially proclaim me as the heir to the kingdom. He called his people together and held a grand ceremony in my honor within our family’s castle. I solemnly and nervously walked down the red carpet wearing royal Xanoician attire. My family stood proudly beside my parents thrones. I was so wrapped up in the occasion I did not notice that not all of my brothers were present.
My father stood, and silenced the crowd. “Citizens of Xanocia, the time has come to announce the heir to my throne.” An anxious hush swept over the crowd. My father continued, “Dreyfus Xano, kneel.” I did so in front of my father. “My son, within you lies a great Xanoician, much like my other sons and people.” My father proclaimed. “I sense that you are a different kind of Xanocian, one that wields honor, truth and virtue. Attributes that I deem necessary for one to instruct my people and carry forth the rules and guidelines I have laid forth in establishing this kingdom. ” He reached to his side and picked up his staff, made from pure Xanoician metals, atop it a pure blue sphere. “I now proclaim you, heir of Xanoicia, stand and take this staff as proof of your heir ship!” He held his staff out to me, I stood and took it in my hands, amidst an uproarous applause from the gathered crowd. I gazed upon that beautiful staff, and couldn’t help but think what just happened.
My thoughts and everyone else’s were suddenly interrupted. “STOP!” Everyone turned to the archway where I entered the room and there stood Antonio, red with anger. “What is going on here?” He angrily stormed down the red carpet to where we all stood, each of my brothers attempted to restrain Antonio, using an unknown dark force he restrained my brothers to the point where they could not move. Antonio shoved me aside and approached Oryon. “Father, do you insult me with this showcase, why is Dreyfus now hold your staff?"
Oryon looked at Antonio with a disapointed look on his face. “Antonio, I have watched, raised, and loved you like any father should.” “You have learned from me what your potential held and I have helped you cultivate your skills and gifts.” "You are capable of great things." “Unfortunately, your place is not here on the throne.” I silently watched as Antonio’s face became even redder. Antonio held his hand out, and from it came a dark sphere of energy. Everyone gasped. “If I cannot have the right to the throne then I will take it from you by force!” He then threw the ball of energy at my father. My brothers tried to stop it but my father just held his hand out and caught the sphere of energy and crushed it in his fist, arcane dusts sifting to the ground like sand. He looked down at his fist and then back at Antonio with that same disappointed look on his face. “Antonio Xano, with that act of cowardice, you have just proven to me that you are not only not fit to be a ruler over my people, you are not longer fit to be a Xanocian. You are banished from Xanocia and are hereby stripped of your immortality and magics.” He pointed to the archway, amidst more gasps from the crowd.
With a shocked look on his face, whether it was from my father stopping his dark sphere of energy or from him being banished, Antonio angrily stormed out of the throne room but not before stopping at the archway, he then turned and glared at the crowd, including my father and myself. “Father, you will regret this decision you have made this day, I will rule Xanocia, one way or another.” He then turned and pointed at me “Dreyfus you and I will be seeing each other real soon.” Antonio left the throne room with a disturbingly haunting laugh that chilled everyone present to the bone.
The crowd stood in awe at the spectacle that just happened. Never in the history of Xanoicia had anyone ever been banished. Never had I seen my father act in such a way either. My father looked amongst the nervous crowd and at his remaining sons. “Hear me my people.” He began. “Never had I needed to use my power in such a way as you have just witnessed.” “I have taught you the rules of good human relations as outlined in the Xanoic Charter.” “It is unfortunate that my son, Antonio chose to use his potential in the way that he did.” “Let this be an example to those who dare defy my rules and guidelines I have set forth, I pray that I never again will never have to do that.” He voice was saddened by having to banish one of his sons. “This is a bittersweet moment, gaining an heir yet having to lose one with such potential, especially one of royal Xanoician blood. Let us not be saddened by this turn of events, for we are Xanoicians!” He raised my arm into the air.
The crowd erupted into cheers “FOR XANOICIA!”, “LONG LIVE THE XANOICIAN FAMILY!” I should have been happy but I couldn’t help looking down that archway where Antonio stood a few moments ago. Why did he lash out at Oryon like he did? What made him turn away from the rules of The Xanoic Charter? And where did he get the power for that dark sphere of energy? The remaining festivities that evening passed by like it was a dream.
As I slept that evening images flashed quickly through my head. I saw myself standing in a field, glowing in a pure and brilliant bright light. Across from me a dark figure stood. Behind the two of us stood my brothers and an army of light while behind the dark figure stood a dark army. I yelled at the figure. “Why, Antonio?” “Why did you attack Father so long ago?” “Why did you break the rules of The Xanoic Charter?” The figure laughed with a dark laugh. “Foolish Dreyfus, Father didn’t know how to lead a kingdom.” “Helping others? BAH!” “Caring for others? Pitiful!” Another image flashed in my head. This figure pointing at me like Antonio did during the ceremony. “Xano! Now we finish this fight! Now I will take from you what should have been rightfully mine so long ago!” The figure charged at me. I readied myself “FOR ORYON! FOR XANOCIA!” I rallied the army behind me and charged the dark figure, just before we collided I awoke in a sweat. What just happened? I was taken aback to the images I had dreamed.
I arose and dressed myself, trying to catch my breath. I went to the window to try and make sense of images I had seen. As I looked out the window, something didn’t seem right. I turned around; my wife was not in the bed. I went to each of my brothers rooms, none of them were there either. I then went to my parent’s room, they were normally up at this time so no one was there. I ran to the throne room, no one was there either. Now I was concerned. I went to my parent’s thrones, to look for clues. Near my father’s throne lay a small blue orb similar to the one that was atop the staff that was presented to me at the ceremony the previous day. I took the orb in my hands, immediately my father’s image appeared in front of me. “Dreyfus, my son, I had thought that this day would never come.” “Antonio has done what I thought to be impossible, he has banished every Xanoician from Xanoicia, I don’t understand how he did it, but I can tell you that the power he used to perform this feat was not Xanoician” “Your mother and myself must have been the last ones he banished because he returned to the castle and used his dark power to restrain us both before banishing us.” “I tried stopping him but he overpowered me.” “Just before he banished the two of us he left me a message to give to you.” “Tell your heir, Dreyfus, to come to Azeroth if he wants to find me. He and I, Hemoblash the Dark, have a score to settle.” “Before he was able to complete his banishing spell, I created this sphere and transferred it to the throne room.” “Dreyfus, You must travel to this Azeroth, find Antonio, no Hemoblash the Dark and bring him to Xanoician justice.” His image faded from view.
I went to my room and gathered my things, and my father’s staff. I wrapped my father’s blue message orb in a handkerchief as carefully as I could. As I approached the front gates I was met by my brothers. We couldn’t help but embrace. “How are you all still here? I thought I was the only one not affected by Hemoblashs’ banishing.”
“We are just as confused as you are Dreyfus.” Melquiadas stated. “Each of us noticed that the King and Queen were gone then went to scour the kingdom after noticing that the citizens were gone without a trace, we just got back to discover that you are here.”
“Why the parents? Why my wife?” I blurted out.
“Calm yourself.” Taeleon said, putting his hand on my shoulder.
“What did you find?” asked Azmondarius.
Without hesitation I grabbed the message orb and unwrapped it, I activated it and showed my father’s message to my brethren.
“It is clear what we must do, go to Azeroth, find Hemoblash and bring him to justice.” Cabatica firmly stated.
“Where is Azeroth?” Toric inquired.
I looked down at the message orb and clutched it firmly in my hand. “I am not sure Toric.” “But if we are to find him, we must do it quickly.” Each of us walked out past the gates and looked beyond the kingdom. “Never in my life have I been apart from any of you.”I said with a sigh in my breath. “But I feel it is best if we split up and search for Hemoblash in different directions, he must not be allowed to bring to pass whatever it is he plans to do.”
Each brother nodded in agreement.
I wrapped the message orb back in its handkerchief and returned it to my pack. I turned to my brethren, firmly clutching my father’s staff. “I am not sure what lies out there, but we will find Hemoblash, and make him pay for what he has done. I have a feeling that regardless of each of your paths you will take; we will somehow meet up in Azeroth. Father has told me that if a Xanoician ever leaves Xanoicia they will lose their memories here and thier immortality despite wherever it is they end up. I can’t be sure if that will be the same of each of you or myself.” I looked down to the ground and my thoughts turned to that of my wife. “…my dear.” My fists clenched in an uncertain anger briefly.
With that, each of us parted ways. Thoughts of my kingdom, my family, my wife and Hemoblash stayed with me as I wandered and journied. I unfortunately lost my immortality due to my leaving Xanoicia, which was another unexpected discovery. My journies brought me to many taverns with many strange people and a strange attraction to a drink called root beer, but no clues as to where Azeroth was. After many years and diverse battles I finally arrived in Azeroth. It is here that I took up the mantle of a mage because Azerothian magics reminded me of my father Oryon and I wanted to honor the last few memories I had of his teachings. My journies here in Azeroth I will save for another time.
Dreyfus Xano of The Xanoician Brotherhood and Xanoicia.
So you’ve come to hear my story? Very well, I will tell you what I know. My memory is fractured but I will recount what I can. I do not come from this world, Azeroth. I do not even come from any plane of existence known to any living being, human or orc. Some would pass me off as crazy, but it is the truth.
I come from a world known as Xanoicia. This was a world of peace, innovation and progression. Technology was continually being created in Xanoicia, New inventions were created every day and they were immediately put to good use. There were no poor, no rich, no diseases, and no famine. It was a wonder to behold. Every Xanoician shared a common goal, and that was the betterment of the next person. No one ever thought of themselves, always for someone else, basic rules of good human relations. Xanoicians held the form of normal humans, but what really made them unique was that each Xanoician was immortal. They knew this and used their knowledge to help one another.
I was instructed in the way of Xanoic magics by my father Oryon. He ruled over Xanoicia, and made sure that every Xanoician followed those rules of good human relations. He was a kind and wise man. I had thought that every Xanoician held a smart and powerful mind, but there was something about my father, Oryon, that made me wonder how he became the ruler of Xanoicia. His intellect was far superior to any Xanoician, even my own, he knew so many things and had many skills. If he was not instructing me, he was either reading some novel or assisting another Xanoician in some new innovation. He had taught me that Xanoician magic was a protective and restorative magic and that only the reigning family of Xanoicia could wield this gift.
He spoke little of my mother, which I did not understand at the time. I would see her from time to time but she seemed to be just as busy as Oryon. My wife was continually with her as well, which I didn’t mind. The reigning family of Xanoicia consisted of my father Oryon and my mother, then myself Dreyfus, and my brothers, Melquiadas, Azmondarius, Taeleon, Cabatica, Toric, and Antonio. My father saw the potential in each Xanoician and each of my brothers, and knew how to bring it out. Each gladly sought my father’s instruction, with exception of Antonio. He was very arrogant and seemed to think that he was going to be the future king of Xanoicia.
In Xanoician law it is written that the oldest living son of the family was to be named the ruler of Xanoicia should something happen to the current ruler. My father named me as the heir to the kingdom when I was born, but I thought little of it due to the fact that Xanoicians were immortal and that my father would never need to leave the throne. Antonio was never told \of my heirship, at least that’s what I thought.
After some time, my father saw that I was progressing with my instructions in the ways of Xanoician magic and saw it fit to officially proclaim me as the heir to the kingdom. He called his people together and held a grand ceremony in my honor within our family’s castle. I solemnly and nervously walked down the red carpet wearing royal Xanoician attire. My family stood proudly beside my parents thrones. I was so wrapped up in the occasion I did not notice that not all of my brothers were present.
My father stood, and silenced the crowd. “Citizens of Xanocia, the time has come to announce the heir to my throne.” An anxious hush swept over the crowd. My father continued, “Dreyfus Xano, kneel.” I did so in front of my father. “My son, within you lies a great Xanoician, much like my other sons and people.” My father proclaimed. “I sense that you are a different kind of Xanocian, one that wields honor, truth and virtue. Attributes that I deem necessary for one to instruct my people and carry forth the rules and guidelines I have laid forth in establishing this kingdom. ” He reached to his side and picked up his staff, made from pure Xanoician metals, atop it a pure blue sphere. “I now proclaim you, heir of Xanoicia, stand and take this staff as proof of your heir ship!” He held his staff out to me, I stood and took it in my hands, amidst an uproarous applause from the gathered crowd. I gazed upon that beautiful staff, and couldn’t help but think what just happened.
My thoughts and everyone else’s were suddenly interrupted. “STOP!” Everyone turned to the archway where I entered the room and there stood Antonio, red with anger. “What is going on here?” He angrily stormed down the red carpet to where we all stood, each of my brothers attempted to restrain Antonio, using an unknown dark force he restrained my brothers to the point where they could not move. Antonio shoved me aside and approached Oryon. “Father, do you insult me with this showcase, why is Dreyfus now hold your staff?"
Oryon looked at Antonio with a disapointed look on his face. “Antonio, I have watched, raised, and loved you like any father should.” “You have learned from me what your potential held and I have helped you cultivate your skills and gifts.” "You are capable of great things." “Unfortunately, your place is not here on the throne.” I silently watched as Antonio’s face became even redder. Antonio held his hand out, and from it came a dark sphere of energy. Everyone gasped. “If I cannot have the right to the throne then I will take it from you by force!” He then threw the ball of energy at my father. My brothers tried to stop it but my father just held his hand out and caught the sphere of energy and crushed it in his fist, arcane dusts sifting to the ground like sand. He looked down at his fist and then back at Antonio with that same disappointed look on his face. “Antonio Xano, with that act of cowardice, you have just proven to me that you are not only not fit to be a ruler over my people, you are not longer fit to be a Xanocian. You are banished from Xanocia and are hereby stripped of your immortality and magics.” He pointed to the archway, amidst more gasps from the crowd.
With a shocked look on his face, whether it was from my father stopping his dark sphere of energy or from him being banished, Antonio angrily stormed out of the throne room but not before stopping at the archway, he then turned and glared at the crowd, including my father and myself. “Father, you will regret this decision you have made this day, I will rule Xanocia, one way or another.” He then turned and pointed at me “Dreyfus you and I will be seeing each other real soon.” Antonio left the throne room with a disturbingly haunting laugh that chilled everyone present to the bone.
The crowd stood in awe at the spectacle that just happened. Never in the history of Xanoicia had anyone ever been banished. Never had I seen my father act in such a way either. My father looked amongst the nervous crowd and at his remaining sons. “Hear me my people.” He began. “Never had I needed to use my power in such a way as you have just witnessed.” “I have taught you the rules of good human relations as outlined in the Xanoic Charter.” “It is unfortunate that my son, Antonio chose to use his potential in the way that he did.” “Let this be an example to those who dare defy my rules and guidelines I have set forth, I pray that I never again will never have to do that.” He voice was saddened by having to banish one of his sons. “This is a bittersweet moment, gaining an heir yet having to lose one with such potential, especially one of royal Xanoician blood. Let us not be saddened by this turn of events, for we are Xanoicians!” He raised my arm into the air.
The crowd erupted into cheers “FOR XANOICIA!”, “LONG LIVE THE XANOICIAN FAMILY!” I should have been happy but I couldn’t help looking down that archway where Antonio stood a few moments ago. Why did he lash out at Oryon like he did? What made him turn away from the rules of The Xanoic Charter? And where did he get the power for that dark sphere of energy? The remaining festivities that evening passed by like it was a dream.
As I slept that evening images flashed quickly through my head. I saw myself standing in a field, glowing in a pure and brilliant bright light. Across from me a dark figure stood. Behind the two of us stood my brothers and an army of light while behind the dark figure stood a dark army. I yelled at the figure. “Why, Antonio?” “Why did you attack Father so long ago?” “Why did you break the rules of The Xanoic Charter?” The figure laughed with a dark laugh. “Foolish Dreyfus, Father didn’t know how to lead a kingdom.” “Helping others? BAH!” “Caring for others? Pitiful!” Another image flashed in my head. This figure pointing at me like Antonio did during the ceremony. “Xano! Now we finish this fight! Now I will take from you what should have been rightfully mine so long ago!” The figure charged at me. I readied myself “FOR ORYON! FOR XANOCIA!” I rallied the army behind me and charged the dark figure, just before we collided I awoke in a sweat. What just happened? I was taken aback to the images I had dreamed.
I arose and dressed myself, trying to catch my breath. I went to the window to try and make sense of images I had seen. As I looked out the window, something didn’t seem right. I turned around; my wife was not in the bed. I went to each of my brothers rooms, none of them were there either. I then went to my parent’s room, they were normally up at this time so no one was there. I ran to the throne room, no one was there either. Now I was concerned. I went to my parent’s thrones, to look for clues. Near my father’s throne lay a small blue orb similar to the one that was atop the staff that was presented to me at the ceremony the previous day. I took the orb in my hands, immediately my father’s image appeared in front of me. “Dreyfus, my son, I had thought that this day would never come.” “Antonio has done what I thought to be impossible, he has banished every Xanoician from Xanoicia, I don’t understand how he did it, but I can tell you that the power he used to perform this feat was not Xanoician” “Your mother and myself must have been the last ones he banished because he returned to the castle and used his dark power to restrain us both before banishing us.” “I tried stopping him but he overpowered me.” “Just before he banished the two of us he left me a message to give to you.” “Tell your heir, Dreyfus, to come to Azeroth if he wants to find me. He and I, Hemoblash the Dark, have a score to settle.” “Before he was able to complete his banishing spell, I created this sphere and transferred it to the throne room.” “Dreyfus, You must travel to this Azeroth, find Antonio, no Hemoblash the Dark and bring him to Xanoician justice.” His image faded from view.
I went to my room and gathered my things, and my father’s staff. I wrapped my father’s blue message orb in a handkerchief as carefully as I could. As I approached the front gates I was met by my brothers. We couldn’t help but embrace. “How are you all still here? I thought I was the only one not affected by Hemoblashs’ banishing.”
“We are just as confused as you are Dreyfus.” Melquiadas stated. “Each of us noticed that the King and Queen were gone then went to scour the kingdom after noticing that the citizens were gone without a trace, we just got back to discover that you are here.”
“Why the parents? Why my wife?” I blurted out.
“Calm yourself.” Taeleon said, putting his hand on my shoulder.
“What did you find?” asked Azmondarius.
Without hesitation I grabbed the message orb and unwrapped it, I activated it and showed my father’s message to my brethren.
“It is clear what we must do, go to Azeroth, find Hemoblash and bring him to justice.” Cabatica firmly stated.
“Where is Azeroth?” Toric inquired.
I looked down at the message orb and clutched it firmly in my hand. “I am not sure Toric.” “But if we are to find him, we must do it quickly.” Each of us walked out past the gates and looked beyond the kingdom. “Never in my life have I been apart from any of you.”I said with a sigh in my breath. “But I feel it is best if we split up and search for Hemoblash in different directions, he must not be allowed to bring to pass whatever it is he plans to do.”
Each brother nodded in agreement.
I wrapped the message orb back in its handkerchief and returned it to my pack. I turned to my brethren, firmly clutching my father’s staff. “I am not sure what lies out there, but we will find Hemoblash, and make him pay for what he has done. I have a feeling that regardless of each of your paths you will take; we will somehow meet up in Azeroth. Father has told me that if a Xanoician ever leaves Xanoicia they will lose their memories here and thier immortality despite wherever it is they end up. I can’t be sure if that will be the same of each of you or myself.” I looked down to the ground and my thoughts turned to that of my wife. “…my dear.” My fists clenched in an uncertain anger briefly.
With that, each of us parted ways. Thoughts of my kingdom, my family, my wife and Hemoblash stayed with me as I wandered and journied. I unfortunately lost my immortality due to my leaving Xanoicia, which was another unexpected discovery. My journies brought me to many taverns with many strange people and a strange attraction to a drink called root beer, but no clues as to where Azeroth was. After many years and diverse battles I finally arrived in Azeroth. It is here that I took up the mantle of a mage because Azerothian magics reminded me of my father Oryon and I wanted to honor the last few memories I had of his teachings. My journies here in Azeroth I will save for another time.
Dreyfus Xano of The Xanoician Brotherhood and Xanoicia.
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