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"Why do you stay trapped inside of a world you do not love, mi amor? Is your misery worth the lack conflict?" | Romantic and non romantic stories adored~
A painter, a sculptor, an artist extraordinaire. An immigrant, an idealist, a lover from afar. Diego De la Vega has had many names over the years of the early 1700's, some of them good, some of them bad. Faring from the country of Spain, he moved from his old home in hopes of fleeing the suppressed societies of Spanish culture only to find that the misfortunes tended to follow him wherever he went. No matter where he turned, classism and patriarchy were the crowning jewels of every society. Being from a rather low-class family and possessing only the talents of an artist, Diego found life to be difficult as he moved from city to city, only wanting to sell his work and live a peaceful life -- soon discovering a place where he did have a leg up on some of his less fortunate brethren.
In some societies, being a foreigner really puts one at an advantage.
He soon found a rather vanilla society in which he provided a dash of life. Heavily talented in the arts of sculpting and painting, his abilities soon caught the eye of a wealthy baroness who wanted him to cast her in one of his pieces, offering a generous sum of money in return. He happily accepted of course, making pieces for her entire line and living as an exotic 'oddity' in their vanilla world. Before long, emotions took a turn for the worst. It soon became very well known that Diego De la Vega was having an affair with the baroness.
And her husband.
With their standings in shambles, Diego left the household before his skin was flayed from his body and moved from place to place as frequently as he could.
Despite the scandal, his work spoke leagues beyond any controversy and he did not suffer to find work. Although his name became rather infamous for being a shameless flirt, it was undeniable that he was gifted and intelligent. Hiding behind the guise of a 'foreigner who didn't know any better,' Diego scrapes by doing as he wishes with very questionable scrapes with the law.
"It's a dangerous world to live in. Even the slightest difference or personality trait being deemed as... how you say... 'abnormal,' is enough to get you stoned. If you're behavior is even a little undesirable they can take everything away in a moments notice, even when they're doing the exact same things that you are. Life is fun, no?"
Diego Ari De la Vega
What if we ran away together, mi amor?
a touch of life
Full Name Diego Ari De la Vega Pronunciation Dee-eh-goh Ah-ree Day Luh Vay-guh. Nickname/Alias Ari, De la Vega, Lover. Pet Name Plenty, add some more~ Signature Quite smooth and cursive-like. GenderMale. Gender Role Completely independent Orientation Depends on the day. Pan-sexual. Age He's not quite sure. Somewhere in the 20's. Birthday April, he thinks. Status Single? Depends on how are you look at it. Birthplace Reino de Espaรฑa. Zodiac Sign Aries Species Human. Ethnicity Spanish. Blood Type A-positive. Preferred Hand Left-handed. Facial Type Diamond-shaped. Eye Color Hazel. Hair Color Brown. Build Quite slender and slim, working out frequently. Height 5 ft 9 in or 174 cm. Weight 60 kg or 139 pounds. Birthmarks/scars He has three scars and a birthmark on the right side of his ribcage. Distinguishing Features Tanned skin in a very pale world. AllergiesHighly allergic to pollen and cat fur. Occupation He is an artist. Education Was taught to read and write, an unusual trait for many in his class
In the dimming light, his gold optics shimmered before he held out his hand. Extending his pinky, hooking it around Ari's with a small shake. A promise, of course! A King would not lie, should not lie-- ย
His head on a spike. . .
Cyrus abruptly pulled back, to tug the cloak back around himself a bit tightly.ย There it was again! Was the Goddess' voice truly unable to reach him? Then it'd be too late to save Ashguard? No, he had to have more time! Ari clamped his hands onto his shoulders, gently rocking the King before he cleared up a rule for them: if there was a fight, they would leave immediately. That sounded fair enough and it would keep them both safe.ย The clank of his sword at his hip settling once he had reached him again, eyes darting constantly to the rising pier, he could hear the water. Pointed ears twitched beneath the cloak, listening to the crashing waves against docked ships.
The air did smell of salt! The wind tossed it across the sandy beaches, he slowed his pace a moment to watch. It went on forever, it touched the setting sun, hiding behind the blue crests of the waves.ย "What an exquisite view." He murmured, in soft awe before continuing. Past the pier only by a yard or two, was The Honepot. It was loud even from the outside, the clanking of bottles and mugs,ย and the acoustic tunes of tavern music.ย The sign hung low, a drip of honey from a honey pot that looked like an amber stone. A few knicks were in the sign, well-aged, and seemed to be a busy establishment even at this hour.ย Cyrus tugged back the lapels of his cloak, to take a good look at the building about the pier--perhaps in the morning, he could head to the beach!
The double doors opened and the crowd did not thin, Cyrus moved along with ease in the crowd--first, he would find the owner of this fine establishment! The interior design of The Honeypot was dimmed and only small illuminations of honeycomb candles were on the walls. Tavern music could be heard in the entry room, a good place to drum up business for the rooms above. He glanced around until his eyes met with a brunette woman who was scantily clothed.ย A corset to bequeath a shapely figure, a shimmer of lace to decorate the ends of the bodice she wore to sport long legs. With a flick ofย her wrist, she gave Cyrus a once-over and beckoned him with a coy finger. Cyrus pointed at himself, she slowly nodded with a flutter of her lashes.
It must be the owner!
"Ari, I've--" Oh....wasn't he right behind Cyrus? He scanned the shifting crowd, he didn't see him....oh, but he couldn't simply risk losing sight of the owner, too!
Ever oblivious to the felon at his side, he blinked when a cloak was draped over his shoulders. The question budded in his eyes, but he was easily sated by his statement. Well, he would know the area far better! Cyrus didn't wish to cause some diplomatic skirmish over something like his attire. "Excellent idea, my friend." He said with a warm smile, tugging it up and over himself. The cloak over his head, tufts of red poking free before he looked back to Ari.ย A crease in his brow, the gears were cranking away in his brain.
"Leo said to speak with a woman named Pearl. She'd know more about what I seek." It would determine just where he went next. It made his heart rise into his throat, what if it led to nothing? What if it was all a cruel joke of fate? A momentary slack in his shoulders, he closed his eyes tightly. Not, he had to believe, and hope that the Goddess would not abandon him--even now when it was so dark. "Also a good place to stay since the night draws near." A slight raise of his fist to his chest as he nodded. The sun was beginning to set, and the lights growing better to accommodate travelers bar hopping or returning to their Inns.
"It appears to be right by the pier, too!" Perhaps easier for adventurers to disembark and cough tend to their needs; The Honey Pot was a brothel that also was an inn, a cheap place for travelers to rest their heads for a night or two--as well as other things.ย Cyrus knew Leo wouldn't lie to him, so if he said this woman could help him, then so be it! Not only that a glance at the ocean while the sun set sounded pleasant!
A smile as he stepped towards Ari. "...I trust Leo and I ask that you trust me as well."
"Would you?" Lightbulbs were near to flashing above the would-be King's head; an artist was willing to show him a bit of his skill, not only that but possibly an art piece! It was like the sand sculptor back in Ashguard! To be the muse of an artist, by any term nearly had his heart swell. Cyrus walked at a bit of a quicker pace as they melded in with the crowds and carriages that were going in from the main entrance. A soft gasp was lodged in his throat, bright lights dangled on strings between buildings, carts, and stalls were open--from the scent alone, it seemed like some strange street food on a stick, how quaint! It was like Ashguard, but less sand and camels!
Cyrus was kind of a little spotlight, for sure, he was an array of color with brilliant red hair and golden eyes. The tension in Ari's expression didn't seem to filter its way to the poor King's brain. He was overwhelmed by everything around them, the eyes staring his way, he simply waved unaware of the proper customs. They expertly weaved through the crowd until they reached a more open square. Further south, he could see the fluttering sails of ships docked at the pier. The sun was still making its crawl down, but it cast these beautiful oranges, reds, and purples across the ocean--like a dipped paintbrush, a whirl of color.
..Stunning...
He blinked realizing that Ari was beckoning him to his side, he smiled his way apologetically. A small map mounted to the side of a tree was visible here, so Cyrus trotted up to take a look, the map disclosed all towards the lower districts--closer to the pier and the water. "...Oh! There!" He tapped the small house-looking icon; "That is where Leo told me I could find some help." Unbeknownst to poor Cyrus, the innocent-sounding name; The Honey Pot was for a brothel. "You must join! I'm sure they'll have some honey-themed snacks!" The naive King was bursting with ideas.
Cyrus just wished to show his gratitude, but he heard Ari loud and clear. The warm smile on his lips didn't diminish, peering up at Ari as they continued walking. Ari had gone a few paces ahead of him, perhaps to keep an eye out for those dastardly traps. The silence between them didn't disturb Cyrus in the slightest, golden optics shimmered with wonder. So, he was close to an entertainer? Cyrus enjoyed the dancers and snake charmers back in Ashguard! Such a talent! Did Ari do something along those lines? Instead, Ari confessed that he was, indeed, an entertainer of the arts--an artist.ย
Eyebrows raised, leaning in--temporarily forgetting about personal space--the King's eyes widened all the more. "I was awful at art! Dreadful, miserably so!" Of course, being royalty he was given all sorts of different lessons and education; art wasn't off the mark either! It truly was a Goddess-given talent. Unfortunately, the third prince could barely draw a circle. So he was thoroughly impressed that he was walking along with an esteemed artist such as Ari! "Wow, you're the genuine article...an artist!" Cyrus beamed.
"....I've never been to Windermere, no." He felt a tinge of gold stain his cheeks, an excited blush. "...I really, really would like to see the sea when I'm there." Ashguard was a kingdom held in the Goddess' eternal light, the sun, and water was scarce. Nothing as massive as described like the ocean had ever been seen by the man! Not only that, depending on what he discovered in Windermere--he may even have to cross that sea! It made his nerves buzz with excitement and worry. While he was on a mission for the sake of his people, and his kingdom, a brief detour to see the ocean wouldn't be the end of him, right?
On the horizon, large wooden gates could be seen and a few more carriages on the dirt path that turned to worn cobblestone. Cyrus grasped his hands together in anticipation. The buildings were massive! The stone work overgrown with vines and flowers he had never seen before! The sound of everyone within the city walls reached them even from hear. The gong of a bell, the loud horn of a departing sea boat, it even sounded like an auction of some sort was nearby. Cyrus was at a loss for words.
A brief nod when the other repeated the city. Cyrus knew of it from books and from the few merchants in their Kingdom who traveled outside their walls. That it was an important city, led to most travel/trade routes, and was bustling with activity. Cyrus was a touch envious, it sounded like heroes were made there! It was the only plan that soothed his mind. His Father, the current King, was withering away from an unknown ailment. His dear mother, the Queen, was at his side 24/7, so it was left to Cyrus. The curse, the prophecy his deranged Father had grumbled in his sleep--it couldn't be true. He had thought that months ago before his journey, until he no longer could hear it. A Sun Elf's true nightmare--being unable to hear their Sun Goddess, Dol-arrah, anymore.
Instead, he heard something quite different.
Ah, but he didn't want to risk derailing this opportunity before him! Getting to Windermere was the start and there was a seasoned traveler, freshly from there, who could lead him there before it grew too dark. "Your kindness knows no bounds, Ari, I cannot thank you enough," Cyrus said; a relief washed over him. Not laughter or arguing if such a fairytale could be true from Ari, he was happy about that.ย The smile returned to his bronzed features until he realized that Ari was already a good couple of feet ahead. "I told you I wasn't a runaway--I am coming!" An extra pep in his step, until he was walking beside Ari. "...At least I was headed the right way, I believe the map I had was....far more dated..." Still, it appeared he hadn't veered completely off track.
"If it isn't too much prying, whatever were you doing in Windermere? Oh, oh! Let me guess! Perhaps you are...." He narrowed his gaze,ย trying to give Ari a silent once-over. Just what suited him? "...An entertainer of some sort?"
Cyrus laughed a bit as the other attempted to dumb down that he'd saved a literal King. Cyrus would no sooner forget it, after all, Her Light had guided this stranger. He believed that each soul that met on this journey of life was intended.ย So, meeting Ari was also essential. The Goddess had found a way for him to be freed, prayers were answered, and he was beaming like the son after it. Well, with the smallest boo-boo.
It was true, he was quite far from home. A desert oasis, he'd been fully raised there as the third prince to Ashguard--the royal family: they guarded their lands until the ash. A show of dedication the Ashguard family had towards their Kingdom. A monolithic culture, all Sun Elves, and it was rare for them to travel outside the Kingdom for much else--only recently had been the start of exporting and importing for trade routes. "No, I--" The brilliant smile he'd sported dimmed a moment. Was it silly to confide even in Ari?ย A King did not need to lie....Cyrus rested his hand on the hilt of his blade, dangling gold earrings bouncing against his cheek. "I'm headed to Winderemere, have you heard of it?"
A popular, information hub of a port city. A location where any adventurer worth his salt would call their Mecca. It was his first start, where he hoped to find out more about the gemstone he was searching for. A gold flush rose to his cheeks for a moment. "I'm in search of the Zulrase stone, it's...something I must find." He said, steadying himself. It was why he was out on his own, he couldn't risk anyone with him nor did he want them there in case things turned out--like the prophecy foretold.ย A mild gulp on the would-be King's end. The stone was mystical by nature, a wish-granting ability to it that could save his Kingdom. Make things right again...make him worthy of the blood in his veins. Or so Cyrus hoped.
"Your help would be much appreciated, Ari. The Goddess smiles on me this day." He said with a hearty smile.
The stranger trotted off to the nearby stream, it gave Cyrus a moment to let out the faintest of whimpers. Fingers brushing against the reddened bump on his forehead. A moment of reprieve before his savior returned, gingerly dressing the wound with the cool, damp cloth. It certainly felt good and would at least settle the swelling.
"I am aware that my travels may be dangerous. I've read books of the adventures ahead of me." Oh, not like studying books or anything, but more the fairytales of his youth. The dramatic fighting, the burn of a warrior, the heroics--it all was quite familiar to him! Perhaps he should have read more into traps. Though it must have been strange. A King without an entourage? Not even his personal guards?
The would-be King stood upright, smiling when the other abruptly knelt. It was understandable. Came with the title, right?ย "Please, stand up, I'd be an ungrateful King if I allowed my savior to bend the knee!" Hurriedly, his hands closed around Ari's and helped in guiding him to stand with him. "Ari." He said the name slowly as if to test it on his lips, his smile growing. Hands still tightly closed around his, he gave them a surprisingly strong handshake. "Ari, all of Ashguard isย in your debt!"
He made a slow turn in the air, smiling down in such relief. At least this traveler was stopping to help!ย "Much thanks, friend! I hadn't thought anyone else would be walking down this way...it's much appreciated!"ย He said with a hearty laugh, despite his precarious situation.ย Cyrus swung gently in the afternoon breeze, slowly spiraling in circles even as he smiled down at the stranger.ย
By Her Light, the stranger worked hastily to get him down and Cyrus sighed in relief. He'd been up here a couple of hours, so it had shaved off some precious traveling time. Also, he wanted to make it to the porty city--Windermere before things got too dark! He'd be lucky if he made it there in time before the sunset, but...he could manage!ย "I was walking and then well...I wasn't anymore! Strange, hm?"ย He laughed. The Sun Elf didn't seem the least bit upset about his predicament.
"..I will prepare myself! Then on the count of three, my friend, one--oh, you're doing it nEeeooOoOOOOW!!"ย It was like he was some toy, un-raveling in mid-air as he fell. He turned mid-air from the canopy of the tree, smacking his head against a tree branch and toppling into a heap of limbs. Cyrus slowly pulled himself up, biting his lower lip to keep the shrill scream he wished to release--King's didn't scream or cry from boo-boos! Shoulders trembling for a brief moment as he composed himself, he turned back and let out a shallow breath.
"I-I'm fine! Of course!"ย He rubbed his head, a blooming bump on his head a moment before he let out a shallow breath again. It seemed that he was doing everything to keep from tearing up.ย "I, King Cyrus Kinsley Ashguard IV, am eternally in your debt! The Kingdom of Ashguard thanks you for your grace, Sir--erm....Heavens, my manners have escaped me! What is the name of my savior?"
ooc: please don't withold your creativity, this two seem to have a lot of fun moments ahead!
"O-oh! Hello down there, yes, look....yes! Right up here!"
What a strange sight to see, a dangling Sun Elf caught up in the tangles of a not-so-clever rope trape. His limbs dangled every which way, but he was facing downward to see a passerby.ย "...Blessed be the Goddess, She shines today....yes! If you could do me a favor by...cutting me down, perhaps? Yes?"ย He smiled sheepishly down, crimson locks spilling from the holes of the ropes; he was clad in light armor, the hilt of a sword could even be seen, but so tangled was he that he failed at each time to free himself--in fact, he may have gotten himself more stuck!
"I believe the last few did not quite hear me, so excuse my yelling!"ย He exclaimed with a faint chuckle; for a man nearly dangling upside down he was taking this quite well.
ooc: Hello! Wasn't sure how you wished to be greeted, but thanks for accepting my add! I am open to discussing if that is more your speed, but figured to give you a bit of what Cyrus is all about in an IC way lol
oh this profile is absolutely beautiful! i loved reading every single detail of this account so far and the music? /chefs kiss i'm super excited to start writing with you but also wanted to make sure if there were any rules or specific things you'd like me to know first before i create a storyline for us?ย (ยด โ ` *)ย ย ย
