Davincia

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

Blinking eyes were what met the friendly face of the woman. It was clear that the olive skinned stranger was disoriented but they hadn't made it verbally known. As their eyes finally adjusted the the dimmed light, their eyebrows furrowed. "It's me?" There was clear puzzle in their voice, one that they had tried to hide from the woman masked in unknown. However even in the questioning stance, Teras took the seat offered to them sinking into the warmth of the cushion.

Letting out a deep sigh, their hands fell to the cold floor behind them as they leaned back. Looking down for a moment, there was a silence in the tent, only the soft breaths of each person being heard. "Spilling my secrets to a stranger..." A laugh escaping their lips at an uknown joke they had acquired as they finally held eye contact with the hag. "...where's the fun in that?"

OOC BACKSTORY

Teras was born into a loving family of 5, the last born of the Kamyen's. They were the youngest sibling having two older sisters before them. Though, being the youngest, in their youthful ages, never stoped Teras from always trying to play or entertain those that were around them. They were always the ball of sunshine, one that wanted to bring happiness and hope to everyone's hearts. Though, it hadn't always stayed like this. 

Their father had grown quite sickly when Teras had been around the age of 7 and because of this, it had fallen onto them and their sisters to look after their old man whilst their mother went out to work and bring them the food and keep the small roof they had over their head. It was a shift system on who checked on their father and who was playing with him, keeping his hopes up and on this day, it was the young child; Teras' turn.

Needless to say, as a child, they had no hatred towards their father but it was the fact of not having the right responsibilities at the age to look after him that cause the man's demise. At least, that's what Teras' mother told him as their father died the next morning. From that day, Teras' mother never looked at them in the eye again. She never had the joy in her eyes that she once had. The spark she had possesed faded and the woman fell into a sense of morning.

It had been like this for years, their mother barely speaking a word to them, leaving to go off to her job and coming back to the silence of the house. She would always walk in to say hello to her eldest of all the words she would say in the day but when it came to Teras, her son, she had nothing to say. A repeated action for the next 3 years until the cycle had been broken, broken from a teary Teras.

"WHY DON'T YOU EVER LOOK AT ME MOTHER?!" He said in a state of upset confusion, "... I just want to talk to you..."

The worn out woman turned and looked towards her son, a look of hurt and disgust in her eyes. Her voice was raspy as a faint whisper fell out her lips. "You look just like him..."
 

Then she ventured up the stairs to meet with her daughters.

This interaction with their mother flipped a switch in their brain. They simply didn't want to look like their father anymore and that set them off to an adventure of growing out their hair and wearing more clothes of their sisters. Their sisters found this behaviour intriguing not saying much to desuade their brother from their adventures and their mother for the next year saw Teras less and less; not that this had upset her. By the time Teras had turned 11, t their air had gotten to their midback region and if they were only glanced, they could've been mistaken for a female child. That was what they wanted.

Though regardless of his efforts to look like a girl, Teras' disguise was seen straight through by his mother and it was one that brought pure and utter disgust to the woman. 

"You are NOT my son..."

Her eyebrows furrowed at what sense to make of this descision, but she couldn't. She had no idea how to wrap her head around what she had been seeing. Placing a food on the stairs and holding onto the bannister, strands of hair fell over her face.

"Teras Kamyen... you are not my son..."

This broke Teras. Their own mother not wanting to claim them as her own. It shattered their heart, their spirit, their moral, all gone. They had nothing else, no more ideas, no more ways to cheer up thier mother. At this statement, Teras moped around their house for a few days, not saying a word to anyone, no smile falling on their face. A figment of everyone's imagination, a shadow of a person. Until, they really were. They left, not looking back and swearing their sister's to secrecy.

Following this, Teras slowly began to raise himself going on adventures seeking refuge with many people and slowly finding himself a new means of fun. Trickery, pickpocketing and overall bringing misfortune on other people. Maybe finally finding themselves on the venture of adulthood might change that.