Singularity Finished

Full Name: Desrian Denalli
"The Ivory Gargoyle"

Personality: Quiet, collected and a bit aggressive. Desrian doesn't often show emotion, some believing that he may not actually have any. However the quite solace that he confines himself in can occasionally be broken by those he trusts or considers worthy of protecting, they are the few, sometimes rewarded by a gentle smile or a few words of wisdom. Desrian can potentially be quite aggressive when he has his mind set on a decision, and doesn't let anyone get in his way or interfere, even sometimes snapping at those he cares for. His mind always seems to be whirring, constantly thinking up strategies and scenarios simply out of boredom or for fun. He tends to have a bit of an eloquent way of speaking, addressing others by first name, and holding himself with a prideful air. Despite all of this, those he is closest to know that deep down, he is a bit of a protective softy, with a secret love of nightshade flowers, rain, and the occasional cuddle.

Backstory:
Not much is known of Desrians past, only that he seems to be searching. Ever on the watch for something, or someone. He is often spotted sitting upon the high spires of towers and buildings, blending in with the gargoyles who keep a constant watch on the horizon. This has earned him the nickname - The Ivory Gargoyle - by the civilians who live in the area. Gargoyles originally being build in ancient times were thought to 'chase off evil'. Newcomers almost never see him, his still and stone like position atop the towers rarely giving way his position, except for the odd flick of an ear or wing, and of course, his lighter color. It has even been observed that birds on occasion mistaken him for one of the stone statues, and land on his shoulders or head. His age is unknown, though most assume he must be in the 100s, having been around since the stone buildings he sits on. Where he came from before that, one can only speculate.

The Unknown Story:[Subject to change]
This is a story that only Desrian knows. Desrian and, a chosen few. However . . . the story is incomplete, how it ends, only the future will tell. How it begins? Well, that is something he keeps to himself. . . but they say it started just like any other story.
    Desrian never knew his parents. His first memories of life were of a darkened sky and a blanket of water. He had almost drown, managing to get to shore but living with a fear of deep water. He was taken in by a childless empress, raised as one of her own. She had raised him right, to the best of her abilities. However he had always had a bit of a temper. He was. Different. Strange in his own ways. A very obedient and quite child, and yet, a bit aggressive. The empress raising him was an avid member of the guild 'Arms of Rocklem', this is where Desrian met Rocklem himself. He was a young adult singularity at this time, almost about to strike out on his own, and a high candidate to become a member of guild. He had stricken Rocklem's fancy as a potential recruit, his obedient quiet nature seeming to fit in. And he had met someone there. . . another young adult. Over time, he had bonded with her. As the time passed and he grew into an able bodied Singularity, a strong sense of protection, strategy, and justice. And then... he joined the Cult of the Eons. In a twist of irony, this child who had grown up with a sense of justice had joined a guild that profited from assassination and mercenary like work. And with no explanation to boot. He had said nothing. Not to Rocklem, nor his adoptive mother. He simply picked up and left, much to Rocklems dismay, who adorned him with the scars he now wears. No one knows why. His character remains quite, protective, and overall, he truly does not fit in with the cult. So why? Well. . . It was her. That strange beast he had bonded with had been stolen away. Gone missing. And he had searched for her, looked everywhere. But when her calling voice echoed through an empty space and time, he already knew. She had been taken from him. Stolen away by only one that he knew of. It was Oculus, it had taken her. And he would never get her back. . . but perhaps. . . he could get revenge. If only a little. He needed the strength. It was in this time of dark solace that another voice had come to him. Told him it would give him strength, training, but it would come at a cost. Though Desrian never saw its face, or heard its name, he knew who they must have been. Eon. Someone who had use for his strength, and someone who could give him strength. For the only way to strike the darkness would be to work within it.
    So that's where we are today. Rocklem quietly still trying to persuade him to change his ways. His story and reasons hidden from all others beneath a quite and calm demeanor. A silent prince. A stone gargoyle. Perhaps he will open up to someone, but until then, he watches the horizon. Forever staring into the distance, listening for her voice.

Singularites is a closed species (c)@/Eon-Eclipse
Artwork & Character Design (c)KJfromColors