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Chevillard
Legacy Name: Chevillard

The Storm Kumos
Owner: Tempest_921

Age: 11 years, 5 months, 2 weeks

Born: November 4th, 2012

Adopted: 11 years, 5 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: November 4th, 2012

Statistics

• Level: 9
   
• Strength: 15
   
• Defense: 15
   
• Speed: 13
   
• Health: 13
   
• HP: 10/13
   
• Intelligence: 3
   
• Books Read: 3
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

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The Second Age, later dubbed the Age of Discovery, ended spectacularly with a burst of new mechanisms and the discovery of Apollian Gas, a substance so light but complex in atomic structure that it could lift even the heaviest of ships with little difficulty. And so airships were created, ships designed to theoretically fly higher than clouds, navigating the skies like wooden hawks, flying to corners of the world not yet discovered. This Apollian Gas was naturally produced in the crevices of limestone, only found on the small island of Isen. Locals often claimed that the very island was a giant chunk of limestone, rising out of the sea after centuries of being submerged under the icy depths.

It was at the beginning of the Third Age, and on this very island that Theodore Chevillard was brought into this world, to a family of reasonable wealth and social status. He was born in a heavy autumn thunderstorm in the midst of a war between rivaling clans of pirates, a war that took both his older brothers and a cousin. Even years after the war had ended, the Chevillard family held a deep loathing for pirates, a hatred that Theodore never really shared.

Theodore was raised under the strict eye of father; music lessons at precisely eight in the morning until ten, lunch for half an hour, then academics for the rest of the day. He was to inherit the family fortune and business, a boring occupation than Theodore had no intention of having. It was not uncommon for the Chevillard family to bicker, and the unfortunately thin walls made Lord Chevillard's voice penetrate even into the servants' quarters. Theodore's notions of becoming a pirate were never vanquished, not even when the back of Lord Chevillard hand cracked across Theodore's cheek. In time, Theodore would find himself running from Chevillard Mansion accompanied by his childhood friend, Quintinius. They would be enslaved together and survive a year in the galleys of the Cloud Wolf, a ship Theodore would later claim as his own. Bounties would be put on Theodore's head, rewards for bringing him home to the Chevillard Mansion and finally, a plea from his aging father to return home and 'settle the unsettled matters.' These would no doubt be of concern to the family fortune, of which was still entitled to Theodore. Newly wed and the captain of the Cloud Wolf, Theodore finally responded to this plea, finding his way across the skies to the mansion where he grew up. They found themselves at the dinner table yet again, this time, a meeting of the entire family over a sparse meal.

Theodore sat to his father's left and across from his mother. From his seat, he had an unfortunate advantage of seeing his father's scowling face in the corner of his eye, and his mother's rigid smile stretched unnaturally across her face every time he lifted his head. He had been up since seven that morning on the orders of his father, measured and semi-abused by various servants as they tried outfit after outfit, finally settling on an uncomfortably tight black jacket and a white dress shirt, on which Theodore was sure he'd accidentally spill some tomato soup on. The pirate life held no patience for etiquette, and meals were often eaten on the go.The shirt he could live with and even the jacket if he had to, but the satin cream scarf wrapped thrice around his neck in the latest fashion was slowly strangling him as the meal dragged painfully on.

"You are not my heir anymore."

"What?" Theodore sputtered, effectively spraying tomato soup on himself, just as he had imagined he would. "I mean, pardon?"

"You are no longer my heir. You are not a Chevillard. You are not my son. I will not have a son who…dabbles in such ridiculous and childish things, always chasing adventures and not owning up to his responsibilities. You will not receive any of my fortune, nor will you be welcome into this house after today."

Theodore smiled and pushed his chair back, making it scrape across the floor in a most satisfying way.

"If you haven't noticed, father, I have made a fortune for myself. I have wed, I am a captain of the most magnificent ship that has graced the skies, and I am feared. I need not your pitiful support, nor your approval, nor your money. What I have lost, I have regained in a loyal crew who has become my family. Why should I need a mansion when the entire world is my home? None of you will ever know the feel of the arctic wind on your face, or how the sun gives the earth one last blessing high above the clouds before disappearing below the horizon. You are the ones deserving the pity, not I. I bid you all good day, and today will be a happy day if it is the last time I need look upon your selfish faces."

Laughing, Theodore strode through the arcing wooden doors, relaxing only when the flags of his ship were in sight. Ripping the cream scarf off, Theodore started running, using a rock as a springboard to leap into the Cloud Wolf.

"Is she ready to fly?" he shouted, the laughter still lingering on his face.

"Aye, Captain!"

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