Bliss in Tranquil Flames

They were a happy town. Linde's Bloom. Peaceful, quiet, a place of rest amidst fields of flowers. There were no warriors among them, apart from a handful of hunters. It was a place where people could live outside of the problems of the realm, where legions never came and the immaculates didn't bother. Elder monks had founded it as a retreat, they even taught the young folk the basics of the Silver Voiced Nightingale stlye, although almost none showed any talent for it. He did, but even then he sang for different reasons. A loving mother, a caring father, a girl next door he was sweet on, and then it all went up in flames.

The elders had refused to bow to House Mnemmon. They said they had nothing of value for the realm, that they should be left in peace. Mnemmon had other plans. The soldiers came and burned the houses to the ground. The entire village slaughtered like cattle at the hands of the house's men. All he could do was run, and hide. He waited, and found no other survivors amidst the ashes. He took a dagger that had been buried in one of the corpses, and followed the trail of crushed flowers to their camp.

Their blood ran red, throats cut in their sleep. When he emerged from the commander's tent, his eyes were streaming with tears, and burning with rage. He would have vengeance. The house soldiers, Mnemmon, The Realm, they would pay, all of them. The reinforcements came without warning and saw him. As he evaded them amidst the fields of flowers, he was chosen by the Unconquered Sun, one of the night caste. In his newfound power, he found a reason to sing, something that gave his voice the weight the martial art demanded. He sang of the end of the realm.

Bliss In Tranquil Flames is a young man with hair that is the same color as the sky on a cloudless day, and eyes as yellow as a cat's. His figure is slender and lithe, and honestly he could pass for a young woman. He dresses lightly and shows his well toned body off without hesitation. Bliss' voice is very naturally melodious, and he has a habbit of humming when thinking.