Qahir Aashiq Xerxes of House Flauros

.·:*¨༺ ℙ𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟 ༻¨*:·.
[ TW: Death ]
[ 128 SE ]
To intercede on one's behalf-- it is selfless, no? The Qorbani of Flauros were child sacrifices chosen for a life of atoning for the sins of the their House members. Their blood was bartered for safe passage in an era of calamity. Six hundreds lives at stake for just one life to take. How can such weight be carried upon one person's shoulders?

'Now what to do with you.'

A self-reflection that was shaped tantalizingly like a question. The bound and gagged Goetian immediately began to grunt, but he was a pig in a blanket and sounded just like one.

The middle child of the Hous Flauros' Head merely smiled coldly. Of course he wasn't asking the Impure. House Flauros had a dark side, one that Cyrus was most suited for. He was venomous, but one would never know until he spoke to them-- for only then would they see his pronged tongue and realize they were marked. The eldest son is poised for succession, the younger daughter garners the love of their people, and the middle child stands in the blind spot, hands folded and holding the crop.

Qahir loved Cyrus dearly. When he had been chosen as a Qorbani and elevated to a Xerxes, granting him the right to live with the royal family in the Capiz Palace, it was Cyrus who welcomed him and oversaw his training. When it was time for the excruciating script to be carved into the very muscle of his back, Cyrus had visited him with fruit and water, nursing between each torturous procedure.

But while Qahir derived great pride in his role as a Qorbani, he would not wish that kind of suffering upon anyone. He had done his duty threefold and as the lone survivor, his wisdom granted him the courage to look upon the truth of his House.

'Emissary' was a loose term. He became Cyrus' righthand man, but overtime his lowborn status ceased to matter and the Sultan's son also came to him for guidance.

'You are a Qorbani. You are more intimately familiar with punishment than any other in our House. What do you believe this Impure deserves?'

Qahir had been despondent yet keenly alert while Cyrus had stripped the Impure to confirm his Impurity Mark. Impure... his name is Yashak. He was an old friend from his caravan, back before Qahir had been claimed as a Qorbani.

Yashak's eyes pleaded, appealing to their boyhood memories. It speared through Qahir's soft heart, but how could grief engulf him when his heart also burned with rage.

"How simple a matter it was for you, Yashak, to sow thy wild oats upon unsanctioned ground," Qahir voiced through grit teeth. "Perhaps to you, retribution seemed so distant. Those of you in the Caravan always possess the illusion that the Underworld is wide enough for you to escape your shame."

It was different for the Qorbani.

On the ground, Yashak trembled. Qahir walked over to him with scimitar drawn and cut the ropes from his wrists.

"However I am not heartless. Just the opposite, my heart laments you, brother. Even with your transgression, I cannot bear to see you suffer."

Upon being freed, Yashak spat out his gag and looked up at his benefactor with wide eyes.

'Thank you...! Thank you, Thank you, Qorbani...!' he cried, bowing multiple times with his face awash with relief. 'Anything you ask of me, I will forever be indebted--'

𝐒𝐡𝐡𝐤

The slice was abrupt, just as Yashak had touched his head to the carpet. It was so sudden that even Cyrus was surprised, having never known until the final instant what Qahir would have proclaimed. How unexpected that the Qorbani would dole the penalty himself.

If there was one thing Qahir had never known when he was young, it was that when a hero from Halphas offered to teach him how to fight, he would ask him to teach him the most painless way to bestow death.

'That is not the punishment he deserved,' Cyrus spoke once the blood ceased to spill. By the second son's opinion it as far too peaceful.

"But it was the punishment I wished to give him. We have taken care of the stain, but we do not wish for Andromalius to pry any further in our affairs. Handing him over to the Basilium would have marred our reputation further."

'Or,' Cyrus interjected, face stony, 'we could have charged him with the appropriate penalty. It should be him bearing it, not you.'

Enigmatically, the Qorbani smiled. "Yashak is such a weakling though. He'd die before we're even halfway through. On the otherhand, it cannot be worse for me than else I have endured."

To Qahir Aashiq Xerxes of House Flauros, his mercy was ruthlessness to others.
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.·:*¨༺ 𝕋𝕚𝕖-𝕚𝕟𝕤 ༻¨*:·.
NAME: Qahir Aashiq Xerxes of House Flauros
TITLE: The Qorbani of House Flauros
AGE: 287
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 58 kg
SIGIL LOCATION: Upper arms

PERSONALITY:
Qahir is jovial and loquacious, traits that make him stand out in the stoic House Flauros. Though friendly, he is fond of settling things with duels, but he is quite the forgiving fellow as he takes apologies at face value. Qahir holds himself as well as his fellow Goetians to a high-standard and his high mood can quickly plummet should he find them behaving in a manner ill-befitting of their nobility.

His ups and downs bring him close to being a fanatic, but his tempered mental fortitude allows him to anchor himself.

BACKGROUND:
🔥 147 BSE: Born in Theurgia-Goetia and lived his formative years in the Resplendent Caravan.
🔥 137 BSE: Was acknowledged by the Brute Flauros at age 10 and was selected as a Qorbani by the House Flauros' Wise Man
🔥 134 BSE: At the age of 13 was officially elevated from the branch clans to the main clan and sent to live in the Capiz Palace which was the abode of the main clan of House Flauros. He was given a new name, and received his Scripture.
🔥 139 BSE: At the age of 18, he began his training as a Qorbani and was hidden from the public eye for many years. During this time he was not even allowed to see his parents.
🔥 47 BSE: At the age of 100, he began his duties as a Qorbani in full capacity. A ceremony was held, reintroducing him into society.
🔥 The Secondum Exitum: During the crisis of the Pages, the Resplendent Caravan was recalled to the safety of the Capiz Palace to wait out the battle against the Goddess Lacie herself. At the age of 147, he and the other Qorbani performed Rituals for 14 days straight. By the end, he was the only remaining Qorbani.
🔥 2 SE: The danger was over, or so they believed. After a recovery period, Qahir was granted accolades and wealth for his service as a Qorbani, and he was allowed to pursue what he willed. At 149, Qahir chose to go to Archisorte to study Magicks and Sciences in relation to healing.
🔥 80 SE: The Spill became a known phenomenon. During this time, Qahir stopped schooling and returned wholly to Theurgia in order to protect his people. At age 227 he tried to apply what he had learned to healing members of his House, however found that current-day healing procedures were ineffective against Spill Sickness.
🔥 100 SE: Age 247. Hysteria arose as The Spill became greater and the threat of the Mementos drove communities into a panic. In house Flauros it was viewed as divine punishment and tradition was broken to allow for more than 3 Qorbani. Several were not properly indoctrinated and perished during the ritual.
🔥 110 SE: Age 257, Qahir was rewarded for his service as a Qorbani. He lingered in Theurgia before returning to Archisorte to continue schooling. He was appointed as an official emissary for House Flauros and could represent them in Goetian discourse.
🔥 138 SE: He married his wife, Ameehra.
🔥 140 SE: Age 287, he became the house representative for House Flauros in the mission to the Brutal Astral Plane

POSSIBLE TIE-INS:
🔥 Are you a fellow desert-dweller whom he might have met in his youth? Maybe you also lived in Theurgia?
🔥 Did you meet or study together in Archisorte?
🔥 Has he ever sat down with you as a representative for House Flauros in Goetian politics or business?
🔥 Did you take shelter in the Capiz Palace during a Crisis?
🔥 Have your paths aligned during a hunt for an Impure?
🔥 Maybe you met during a Goetian banquet (or out and about while he travelled)?
🔥 An old flame? An on and off fling? He may be married but it is common practice in House Flauros.
🔥 Were you intrigued by the Qorbani tradition?
*𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘘𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘪, 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸.
🔥 Other

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.·:*¨༺ 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕥 ༻¨*:·.

Be generous, my eyes, with shedding copious tears
and weep a stream of tears for Sakhr!
I could not sleep and was awake all night;
it was as if my eyes were rubbed with grit.

I watched the stars, though it was not my task to watch;
at times I wrapped myself in my remaining rags.

He would protect his comrade in a fight, a match
for those who fight with weapons, tooth, or claw
Amidst a troupe of horses straining at their bridles eagerly,
like lions that arrive in pastures lush.

— Elegy for Sakhr, Al-Khansa (translated by Geert Jan Van Gelder )

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥

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