~ Nosferotu Zavi ~ Backstory Blog ~
Nosferotu - one of the most rebellious of Lord Zavi's children - once he was eight years old, he was always sneaking out at night, many rumors claimed he never slept in their small castle.
Over the years, he swore to himself that when he finally became Lord of Zavi he would implement various changes to his father's Providence. Among the main things he dreamed of changing was freeing the human slaves from the small palace in Zavi.
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Family:
Father: Lord Baeakzun Zavi (Bae-ak-zun)
Mother: Lady Arytitia Zavi (Aryt-itia)
Siblings:
Brother - King Arrin Flarein
Brother - Sir Darivis Zavi
Sister - Selenithia Zavi
Twins - Neferzia & Nefertius Zavi
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History:
- 963 - early fall - Arrin is born
- 964 Mid winter - Darivis is born
- 966 early spring - Selenithia is born
- 968 mid fall - Nosferotu is born
- 970 mid summer - Neferzia and Nefertius is born -
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Romantic Interests:
Unfortunately, he fell in love before he had any power to protect her.
Lord Baeakzun caught word from his child spies that on multiple occasions, a particular slave girl was seen being kissed by Nosferotu.
The girl was ghostly pale and malnourished from harsh treatment since childhood. Her long strawberry-blonde hair was messy, and her eyes were cloudy white. Ever since he was six Nosferotu was in love with this girl.
They snuck out at night for years with ease until Lord Zavi's children were older and he started a secret cult. This cult used the children of the pledged members to spy for Lord Zavi. The group often referred to them as "Zavi Nymphs" or "scorpions," and in time, as the truth about this cult surfaced, many demanded Lord Baeakzun's head.
When Lord Zavi first heard the reports, he crushed the glass of wine in his hand. He commanded that the girl be brought before him.
Nosferotu was waiting for her in the place they arranged to meet that night. She never came.
When the young duke returned to the small castle, the entire city was dead silent. He made his way to his father's throne room, where he found traces of blood. Still, Nosferotu hadn't encountered anyone until he reached his own bedroom.
There, Nosferotu walked in on his father doing horrible things to the girl in his own bed. In an explosion of sheer rage, Nosferotu murdered his father with his bare hands. The girl he loved was dying as his father did these disgusting things to her, so after Nosferotu had killed his father, he did not have much time with her before she died in his arms.
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Nosferotu's mother had left when she heard what was happening to the girl from a guard. She had immediately went looking for her twins to ensure they wouldn't witness that and what would surely follow. Once she returned to the city, she happily helped her son with the preparations of his Lordship.
Nosferotu held a great ceremony in his lover's honor as his first act as Lord Zavi while he simultaneously declared all Zavi slaves to be released from their chains. Despite many of them missing their families and others wanting to start anew, the majority of them stayed out of respect for Nosferotu and the girl he loved that was one of them.
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