Villager: Foaryn
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Villager Info
ID: #56152
Name: Foaryn
Gender: Male
Location: Quetzal Palace
Born 9 years, 5 months ago
Career: Construction Worker
Owner: musamow
Species: Big Cat
Color: Lion
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
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About
Foaryn was born with another name, into nothing, but didn’t want to die as such. He was the runt of the litter in the very worst ghettos of the Capital, and he was all but abandoned for it. His mother gave him his teat two times, and then, he was forced to suckle from the breast of his caring elder sister to survive. She became his new mother, but she was often busy, and couldn’t entertain him as much as a young boy should be.
And so, he started building from the trash, rubble, and materials around himself, and soon he grew into such skill, such grace, such beauty because of his building, because of the favour the gods granted him, that he became more loved than even the Empress. They saw him for who he really was, and not who he was born as: A genius.
However, in his greed for attention of mortal eyes and that of the divine, in his greed for money and drink and women, he forsook his sister. But the gods cared not, it seemed, for at the end of his life, as he hobbled around wizened and grey, and saw the Capital form to his design, he ascended, and for his services in building temples, they gave him one wish.
He asked to be young again, but, as Anu, the sky, came to kiss his brow to grant his wish, he thought about asking to be reunited with his sister.
But it was too late, and he was stuck forever young in a world that he slowly couldn’t understand. The people did not think him the old architect that built their city, and so they ran him out, exclaiming that they’d murdered the old artisan.
And so, taking a new name, Foaryn forsake the grand architecture of his hedonistic years, in favour of helping the people in building homes, medicine huts, and all manner of things. But as he did not age, did not die, he was run out by those he loved and cared for over and over again.
He came to the Sanctuary to find peace, and here, he finally found it.
And so, he started building from the trash, rubble, and materials around himself, and soon he grew into such skill, such grace, such beauty because of his building, because of the favour the gods granted him, that he became more loved than even the Empress. They saw him for who he really was, and not who he was born as: A genius.
However, in his greed for attention of mortal eyes and that of the divine, in his greed for money and drink and women, he forsook his sister. But the gods cared not, it seemed, for at the end of his life, as he hobbled around wizened and grey, and saw the Capital form to his design, he ascended, and for his services in building temples, they gave him one wish.
He asked to be young again, but, as Anu, the sky, came to kiss his brow to grant his wish, he thought about asking to be reunited with his sister.
But it was too late, and he was stuck forever young in a world that he slowly couldn’t understand. The people did not think him the old architect that built their city, and so they ran him out, exclaiming that they’d murdered the old artisan.
And so, taking a new name, Foaryn forsake the grand architecture of his hedonistic years, in favour of helping the people in building homes, medicine huts, and all manner of things. But as he did not age, did not die, he was run out by those he loved and cared for over and over again.
He came to the Sanctuary to find peace, and here, he finally found it.
