Religion changed Theon. For the worse.
As a young child in the town of Thorren Pass, him and his siter used to get into a lot of mischeif. They would scamper through the brush just at the edges of town to find small animals to chase, and bugs to squish under their paw- just as a normal child would do. While Amaris would challenge large animals than herself, Theon would go adventuring- hopefully to find something even better! It wouldn't have to be bigger, or even an animal at all, it only had to be something more extravagant! He always pushed himself as much as he could, and often he would find a beautiful new place to play. Sometimes, Theon would even find treasure! How exciting! But, as the months, then years would go on... Theon got kind of bored of this. His sister surely didn't, as she continued to get tougher and tougher, and fight bigger and bigger things. And while this could've been taken up as a bigger mountain to climb, Ithirion's passion seemed to fade. He just didn't like to adventure as much anymore- he had no reason to. Folke was starting to expect more of his two children.
Theon would grow more and more dulled to exploring the woods, and would only tag along with his brute of a sister because he truly loved her. She was his only friend in Thorren Pass, and learned from a young age he couldn't just treat her horribly. He would have no one else to go if she hated him... and Amaris knew this as well. She would do the same for Theon whenever the time called for it. But as I was saying, Theon had little interest for jumping over the same fallen logs, and the same blooming brush. He wanted to find something knew to do in his life, and that didn't mean exploring. It did sound great, sure- to climb on top of a plateau and to watch the sun rise...
or possibly discover a waterfall so tall that clouds would hide the source of it. Theon would dream about these things, yes, but it was not what he wanted to do- what he wanted to sacrifise his time and energy for. He wanted to live his life with his sister in his town, and with his only known father.
It did change, though. Theon ended up being ripped from this image of his future, and shoved into the dreams of travel he once had as a young child.
When he was around the age of seven, a hooded kalon decorated with golden jewlery came to him while in the forest. She introduced herself as Kaida, a religious follower relating to the sea. It was interesting, so Ithirion kept the kalon from leaving without more details. He continued to ask for more and more- "more details!" he remebers chirping to her. This was something he never was told about by his father, and it made it quite the taunting subject. For years, Theon would dissapear into the forest, soon even without his fathers permission, then without his sister. He would come to learn the ways of this religion, and chant the prayers over his bed before he slept. He would mutter about the sea and how it would soon flood the land, while his sister would come to fear him. Theon would bark and growl at her, chanting phrases of the salty jaws of a mountain giant crushing her. He would yell to her of how the powder of the giant's fists would become the foam of the ocean, feeding the devil within it and drowning the evil ones who crossed it. Theon would toss and turn in his bed, screaming so much that he would wake up with a store throat and a ruined bed. He dreamed of drowning. The terrors of the transparent, yet still blue and green water vacum into his lungs, and pool inside them. He would see his father and an image of his mother (to which he assumed), and her eyes looking down upon him with sadness. Nothing terrified him more than the image of a woman he never knew, knowing of how he was a rotten child... not worthy of her name, nor even the gift of seeing her face.
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As a young child in the town of Thorren Pass, him and his siter used to get into a lot of mischeif. They would scamper through the brush just at the edges of town to find small animals to chase, and bugs to squish under their paw- just as a normal child would do. While Amaris would challenge large animals than herself, Theon would go adventuring- hopefully to find something even better! It wouldn't have to be bigger, or even an animal at all, it only had to be something more extravagant! He always pushed himself as much as he could, and often he would find a beautiful new place to play. Sometimes, Theon would even find treasure! How exciting! But, as the months, then years would go on... Theon got kind of bored of this. His sister surely didn't, as she continued to get tougher and tougher, and fight bigger and bigger things. And while this could've been taken up as a bigger mountain to climb, Ithirion's passion seemed to fade. He just didn't like to adventure as much anymore- he had no reason to. Folke was starting to expect more of his two children.
Theon would grow more and more dulled to exploring the woods, and would only tag along with his brute of a sister because he truly loved her. She was his only friend in Thorren Pass, and learned from a young age he couldn't just treat her horribly. He would have no one else to go if she hated him... and Amaris knew this as well. She would do the same for Theon whenever the time called for it. But as I was saying, Theon had little interest for jumping over the same fallen logs, and the same blooming brush. He wanted to find something knew to do in his life, and that didn't mean exploring. It did sound great, sure- to climb on top of a plateau and to watch the sun rise...
or possibly discover a waterfall so tall that clouds would hide the source of it. Theon would dream about these things, yes, but it was not what he wanted to do- what he wanted to sacrifise his time and energy for. He wanted to live his life with his sister in his town, and with his only known father.
It did change, though. Theon ended up being ripped from this image of his future, and shoved into the dreams of travel he once had as a young child.
When he was around the age of seven, a hooded kalon decorated with golden jewlery came to him while in the forest. She introduced herself as Kaida, a religious follower relating to the sea. It was interesting, so Ithirion kept the kalon from leaving without more details. He continued to ask for more and more- "more details!" he remebers chirping to her. This was something he never was told about by his father, and it made it quite the taunting subject. For years, Theon would dissapear into the forest, soon even without his fathers permission, then without his sister. He would come to learn the ways of this religion, and chant the prayers over his bed before he slept. He would mutter about the sea and how it would soon flood the land, while his sister would come to fear him. Theon would bark and growl at her, chanting phrases of the salty jaws of a mountain giant crushing her. He would yell to her of how the powder of the giant's fists would become the foam of the ocean, feeding the devil within it and drowning the evil ones who crossed it. Theon would toss and turn in his bed, screaming so much that he would wake up with a store throat and a ruined bed. He dreamed of drowning. The terrors of the transparent, yet still blue and green water vacum into his lungs, and pool inside them. He would see his father and an image of his mother (to which he assumed), and her eyes looking down upon him with sadness. Nothing terrified him more than the image of a woman he never knew, knowing of how he was a rotten child... not worthy of her name, nor even the gift of seeing her face.
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driven by religion | hard worker | doesn't like warm weather | has a bad sense of taste | one-track minded | brushes his fur way too often, making it silky | fears drowning, and often has nightmares about it
gender | male
orientation | unknown age | early teens residence | Giant's Stronghold occupation | a missionary in training |
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