Xevi' Eon Darian Guardias, Lonewolf of the Winds

Born on 7th of Arlirith in the 86th year following the founding of the realm of Ashordin. Devoted Follow of Avenlora, Goddess of Nature. Citizen of Arboria, in which his position is Minister of Resource and Trade, A.R.I.D. "Arborian Resource Industry Department" Leader.

He belongs to the guild of Rangers, having once belonged to the Druids. His goal in the Rangers is to set the guild upon the path it was meant to be on, to devotedly protect nature and the cycles of nature.

His enemies are Untergrax, God of Chaos and Destruction, those whom follow the unmaker, those who would seek to break the balance of nature and defile it. His friends are many of all orders except Chaos.

His family: Lavendar - Wife, Ishmar - daughter whom was forced to give away, Celestine - Sister, Serge - Adopted Brother, Teraeis - alpha female wolf whom raised Darian in his youth. Elspeth - Adopted Daughter, Debra - Daughter, Lana - Bloodline sister. Gogetta - Brother

Darian's history:
Many years ago a small child ran through the forests upon a land far from Ashordins realm. In her arms was a strange babe, a lycanthrope created by the wills of some unforseen force. The little girl seemed distraught and fleeing as if something were chasing her. She ran past a few trees. Seeing a pack of wolves she lay the baby inside an old husk of a great tree. Then began to flee once more. Tripping upon a tree root portruding from the ground she fell as a mighty army rushed up from behind on demonic steeds. She was picked up and carried away by the Dark tides.....

The wolves seeing this, fled to survive. However one female wolf grabbed the infant and escaped the Dark Army's wrath. Later on that wolf grew as the child did and took care of the child as if it were her own. Her dominance over the male of the wolves was apparent so she padded up and became the Alpha Female of the Silver wolves. The child grew wild like the wolves and understood not just the wolves, but all things of the forest. Unforseen to many he had a natural connection to the forests and willed much of it to help him survive. Upon reaching the age of 16 in human years he became the warrior of the pack. Strong and jubilent he was. He eventually left to hunt for food with his mother who was greying from age. As he spotted a large boar he and Tereias attacked. However age and time took their toll as the female wolf was mortally wounded. She died speaking of Windwolf's past, Darian was given that name after his apparent control over the winds, and bade him to seek out the other half of his life. To become a man. She wished that she could always be there and an intriguing idea passed through her mind. She remember hunting many ages ago and came across a ranger who could make cloaks from animals skins. She bade Darian to take her to that man. Darian weeping for his lost mother did as he commanded and found the ranger. The old man agreed and did as the female wolf bade darian to do. He delicately skinned the wolf and made her into a cloak, her graying fur turning to silver with the magic he remembered. To this day Darian still wears that cloak proudly. The ranger then took Darian with him to be his son for he had not been able to have one from an old wound he entailed from a battle. Darian left with the man and had a father, but also a mother who were of human race. He learned rather quickly and soon became a boy to a degree. However the couple being as old as they were spent 2 years of their life in hapiness with Darian before their fate came to its last chapter. The couple died in their sleep, of old age. Saddened by this Darian sought to find others and soon after burrying the family as he had been taught went on a search. He came to a city close to the Mundane Seas. From there he smelled a frightening smell. Memories coursed back in his mind and he remembered that smell. The ones who took the person whom he thought to be his sister away 18 years ago. From there he found his way onto a ship and went around the sea searching for his sister. Then one day a mighty storm brew from the horizon and dashed the ship to shreds with massive winds and waves as big as mountains. Darian awoke to find himself stranded on the sea and drifting on pieces of wood. He survived by catching fish and purifying the salt waters. However wood can only hold so much water before it collapses. This happened when Darian slept. Tired from the sea, and malnutrition to a degree he fell beneath the water unconscience. When he awoke he found himself at a strange spire covered in holly. Then out of No where a Sprite spoke to him. "I can help you if you would like, Welcome to Cardea...." He did as the sprite bade and learned what he needed to live. He learned that many had lost their memories upon coming to the land and felt outlandish due to his ability to recall his memories with perfection as well as his ways of upbringing. One day while travelling through the forests near Tremellan. He continued to walk until he smelled the dark scent. Looking up he saw a light coming from the side of a blonde and beutiful woman. She introduced herself as Celestine. He felt a burning upon his chest and looked down to see his olf birthmark glowing as well. Examining both marks he realized that Celestine was that young girl he remembered. She recalled him as well. He had found his sister at last.

After having many weeks of catching up with his sister and his tales of survival he still felt as if his life was missing something. He travelled past holdfast and soon found his way to Arboria, the heart of Nature and city of trees. His heart overjoyed he met three women whom he regards as both Family and Friends. The first Being Adelaide, a strong druid with knowledge of knights and chivalry whom he was adopted and calls mother, the Second Being the Queen of the city, Morgaine whom he still calls Aunti, and the last being the High Priestess of Nature, a strong willed and wild woman known as Aryanna, whom he calls sister for he felt as if he were her brother in nature. All three woman smiled and took care of him. He asked what guild were they of and they replied "Druids", he learned that Druids were to sole mages of nature, they sought to keep it in balance with divine arts of magic from nature. He asked if he could join them and they spoke of a task. To find the animals of nature. After tracking as he learned as a pup he found all but 1 animal. A wolf. Tracking back through where he arrived he found a strange woman of ancient age but of a wild and young spirit. He instantly fell in love with this woman. Lavendar is her name and she was as innocent and beutiful as can be. He then approached her many days later and learned that the light has bestowed her age and beutty back. He fell deeply in love with her even more as he saw her on the outside as she looked on the inside. Later on the two were handfasted. Darian did find that wolf and he did become a druid. Years later he became a citizen of Arboria and eventually a follower of Avenlora. Something stirred again within his heart when he first saw Avenlora. Feeling a connection he started to call her mother, as he listened to his heart. Avenlora to this day will only answer his question with a riddle, Mother to all and to none am I. Although deep down in his heart he knows the answer.

Fate was not easy on him as a Malevolent child came through the same way he had. Her destruction was immense and even she cursed nature with her hatred. Darian willingly fought her and many times won. But his thirst for blood was not as great as his. He eventually lost many times and from there sought to learn strength to defend nature from a tyranical bloody wench as the woman named Sarah. He left the druids swearing that he would return for he knew his path ultimately led him to being a druid. Upon that same day he became a ranger and became a powerful one at that. His passion giving him strength as his knowledge ammassed in ways of battle. He soon learned how to fight and eventually was granted Xevi' Eon, a title meant for Guardian for Nature. He still fights the defilers and chaos which inflicts great wounds upon Nature and continues to grow and become strong.

Quote: Be wary of a wolf pushed into a corner, for they may seem weak and timid, but you will not think so when they bare their teeth and tear at your throat.