| Relatives | Daena Rivleam, Ailmar |
|---|---|
| Languages | Elvish, Common |
| Place of Birth | Sneerwell |
| Species | Warforged |
| Height | 190 cm |
| Weight | 300 lb |
| Eye Color | Yellow Light |
Radion The Forged is a warforged, path of wild magic, barbarian.
Physical Appearance
A 190-tall metal-looking humanoid. Radion has hallowed eyes that would look disturbing if no bright light came out of it.
He only wears pants, a loincloth, and a hood, so you can see the metal design of his body. Weirdly his core does not show. It may be covered by a hood. He does not wear shoes on principles.
His metal body is of steel blue color. He wears a purple hood that matches his loincloth; the hood is held by sphere looking pin. He has a pair of greenish-gray trousers and is usually seen with his axe that fits his blue metal body. He has a necklace that dangles on his belt.
Creation
R-503 was created by an artificer named Ailmar Rivleam sometime before The War of the Forged for his seven-year-old daughter, Daena, who has been in a depressive state since his mother’s death. The creation process took around two years to complete. His purpose was to be a companion to Daena and help her overcome her mother’s death. He was not built with the knowledge of fighting or being a soldier.
History
The beginning (722 PR)
Unlike many warforged, R-503 was not made to be a killing machine. He began his life with one goal.
“This is Daena. You are to be her companion, which means you must be kind to her, keep her safe, and make her happy.”
The first time he met Daena was underwhelming; she was consumed by her grief to care. (Years later, she would tell Radion she was not impressed since she thought him a golem, but he knows better.) After some time, she began to acclimate to his constant presence in her life. But what made them really connect was when Daena discovered that R-503 was but a child that did not know much in the world, and she, nine at the time, was most confident in her knowledge of the world.
Everything that makes Radion what he is today was given to him by Daena. His name, his personality, and his love for art.
- “I told you, it’s R-503. It is not short for anything.”
- “But it can be! I can’t just call you R-503; it’s too long. How about I choose something?”
- “Sure.”
- “Raco-” “Other than Raccoon, be creative.”
- “Ugh, no fun... How about Radion?”
Teenage years (723-730 PR)
During Daena’s teenage years, Ailmar was the same father as always. He still found it challenging to connect with his daughter and did not let go of the grief and guilt of his wife’s death. He also did not bother with R-503 unless it was monthly maintenance. But Daena’s relationship with Radion continued to strengthen. She always referred to him as her overprotective brother; it could be older or younger, depending on the day/situation.
Given Daena’s curious nature, she would usually hyper-fixate on something, whether swimming, hunting, or dancing, and always drag Radion with her. The last of her hyper fixation was on sparring. She would tease Radion about how bad he is at it.
- “Come one! You’re a warforged; shouldn’t you be better than this?”
- “I was built for a different purpose, you know this. And you are not any better than me.”
The Night (730 PR)
Around 730 PR, the tension in Sneerwell was heightened. News of the warforged protesting their rights in Isonhound was spreading, and the possibility of a protest happening in the city kept everyone on edge. Radion could no longer go out with Daena to the city without being harassed by common people. The protests did start at Sneerwell, which led Ailmar to forbid R-503 from going outside or interacting with any warforged in the city. This angered Daena greatly; she was sympathetic to the cause of the warforged and would have a long conversation with Radion about how they should get their independence.
On the night of Dalsk 27, Ailmar, who was working overtime at Pendergras Industries to quell the warforged rebellion, returned to his estate to find it shambles. After a quick investigation, he found Daena bloodied and covered by Radion’s body, both unconscious. He tried to get help for Daena just to find out that she was no more. He was told that a Warforged rebellion had heard of the beginning of the War of the Forged and wanted to make a statement. And what better statement than to wreak havoc on the estate of a warforged engineer and a known oppressor?
R-503 remembers every detail of that night but does not like to recall these memories.
He remembers that it was a night like any other, with Daena and him lounging around the estate, reading the latest book that caught Daena’s fancy. He remembers hearing a loud hammering that made both of them jump. He remembers asking Daena to hide in her father’s dungeon/lab. He remembers investigating the noise to find a group of five warforged who just broke into the estate. He remembers trying to reason with them but to no avail. He remembers getting knocked out and accepting defeat; he was not built for war.
And he remembers his sister, the noise of the fight must have scared her, running to the fray to beg these bandits to stop, to take whatever they want but leave him alone. He remembers a disagreement that broke between the bandits; one saying to just kill her, the others saying it was not what they were tasked to do.
- “NO! STOP, PLEASE! I know where my father keeps all his valuables; just leave him alone.”
He remembers how she was killed, the rouge one grappling her and slicing her throat. He remembers it. He dreams of it often enough.
He remembers the rage he felt that day, how, in a second, he went from a begging, shouting mess asking for his sister to be left alone to standing over the last living warforged in the group.
- “how how how she said it was going to be easy, she said the warforged was but a weak companion, how did you d-”
What he also recalls was the aftermath. Being dragged by Ailmar to his lab, feeling Ailmar anger in his shouts. Being tinkered with to change from the warforged companion of Daena to the warforged soldier of revenge.
- “They want their independence?! Let me show them what their own kind can do to them.”
The War of the Forged (730-7...?)
This is the time that R-503 does not remember at all. All he knew was to follow orders and kill as many warforged as possible. He was awake in his early years, just to slumber when every warforged awakened. He only remembers the hate from those who fought on his side, questioning every move he takes and demeaning every action he does not take.
And he remembers his final moments in that terrible war, the silence he did not know he wanted.
Wandering (…? - 893 PR)
Radi- R-503 woke up in a place so beautiful yet so dangerous. (He would later learn that it was the fey wild). He began to wander around, trying to survive while all the memories of the before and after finding purchase again in his mind.
He journeyed until he was able to reach Barrier Peaks, a place he knew to be near Sneerwell. He continued to travel since there was no Daena to call him back to Sneerwell. He did not know at what time he returned to his world. He only knew that he shut down in the climax of the War of the Forged, and now it’s done; no more war. He often thinks about what that warforged meant before he killed him, but he does not have it in him to seek reveange; Daena is gone.
His journey took him around Isonhound; he visited city after city until he could not handle the similarities it had with Steerwell and the memory that the place holds of Daena. He decided to travel to different continents. Airships at that time were common but expensive, leading him to work for money.
R-503 tried a lot of jobs; he tried fishing, hunting, cooking... etc. He was not good, but he was okay. They also didn’t have much revenue, but he had patience and nothing to look forward to. After some time and many other jobs, he had the money to travel, so he traveled to Amusa, the land of the lost. A fitting name for what he is. Amusa was beautiful and big, but most importantly, it was different.
After more wandering, he learned about Tempest Brothers Expeditionary Company. Intrigued by the cause and sick of meaningless wandering, he set out to Galik to join.
Letters to Dae
1
I have been wandering the continent of Isonhound for I don't know how many days? Weeks? Months? And I always debate if I should return to your father, my maker, to check his existence and well-being. But my resentment against him for being so careless of what he says is stronger. If he had just kept his mouth shut, none of this would have happened; if I had been faster, stronger, and built for war, you would not be gone. Leaving me alone to chart the world. I often ask myself if my hatred for Ailmar stems from the need to share this guilt with someone.
2
I just learned that it is the year of 788. I have been slumbering for half a decade. The warforged now has their own independence. They are a race like any other race. I don't know how I feel about that. I never wrote what happened after your death. I have fought in the war and not on the side you would expect.
I haven't written for you mainly for one reason; I was the Villain in the story. And Daena, I can't have you see me as a villain; your judgment is the only judgment I care about.
But yeah... I missed the war's end, and 50 years after, I'm still trying to understand its outcome.
3
It's the year of 800! You would have been turning 87 in a new era. I've been doing all sorts of jobs to get by. Hunting, cooking, fishing- Someone offered to employ me as a bodyguard. That was amusing, I'm no protector.
4
It's 866, and I grow tired of Isonhound. I have done everything imaginable, and I'm starting to feel weary. Tales of my jobs may have reached some people. People who want to exact revenge. It could have reached Ailmar; to finally hear of my survival, he would likely want to claim me back. But I was never his. I always was your brother and only that.
Been hearing of a sky-ship that can ferry me across the skies to the continent of Amusa; I might just do that.
5
Amusa is different, and as someone who doesn't like changes, you would have thought I'd hate it, but no. I actually like it here.
Everything is new, with no ghosts to haunt me.
6
I've been hearing of an expedition company led by two brothers. I may go and become a member. It is a weird choice for me, I know. But I have been feeling the anger for decades. I fear it will consume me. And I don't want to kill and wreak havoc on innocents for no reason. I just need a simple goal with clear instructions to follow.
Daena, it's been getting harder and harder, and time has not done anything to ease this... whatever this is.
7
I did my first mission with the expedition and may have acted foolishly. See, Daena, I'm not a strategist I am a muscle. I get pointed in a direction with clear orders and follow them as best as possible.
The first mission we were tasked to do was to look for a dead dragon treasure inside a mountain. My companions seemed powerful, which was assuring. While walking through the forest near the mountain, I noticed the magic around us may cause illusions; but even with this information when I saw you standing there with your nine-year-old visage. I had to run towards you. Daena, I have a lot of memories of you, but I still fear forgetting your face and your voice.
After fighting, whatever the treasures we found turned into a hole that led to the 'dead' Dragon. He promised me you, but I know you were gone. What happened in the forest was a weakness. I don't even know why I continue writing to you.
We refused the Dragon's offers, and most of us fled. I was going to escape, but a caster stayed behind. And I guess the instructions from my… masters stuck around. I am cannon fodder; I must protect the caster. I don't like this reasoning. I know I said I'm not a protector, but I'd rather have the urge to protect just because I wanted to, not because of what the war turned me into.
So here's me swearing to you, as long as I have yet to live, I will always choose to protect and keep everyone safe; as long as they are not hostile, they have nothing to fear from me.
8
I met a warforged on my second mission; he was blaming me for what I did in the war; that I betrayed 'our' kind. I must say, I was surprised to be recognized. I told them I was used like many of our kind was. I don't know if I even I believe that. I was filled with hate and rage against the forged, they took you away from me. I wanted to hurt them even though I knew it wasn’t right.
I know I wasn’t in control, but I did not fight any command given by Ailmar.
9
Third mission! Yes, I know.. even I’m surprised I stuck out this long. But I’m doing good Daena! We went to an underground colony filled with gnolls. They were building war machine; connecting their bodies to warforged parts, things I have not seen since the war.
They even had prisoners for “food.” We saved those prisoners; it was the first time in awhile where I ever felt like I was truly protecting for the sole purpose of protecting. That place... It was disgusting and our group knew to sabotage it.
I must continue my work here. I don’t know if protecting is truly my purpose but if it feels me with so much… joy, I must pursue it further.
Daena, I never even hoped to dream of making you proud of me, but this? This may actually work.
10
Just when I was looking up to my work here...
Remember the gnolls' colony I told you about? how we destroyed it? Well, it was because of that that Lorrie, a comrade I met in my first mission, lost her entire group. They were ambushed by the gnolls as an act of desperation. I know what we did was right, but it still had consequence, I think I need to learn to be ready for them; or at least never do something unless I am accepting of any bad outcome it may bring.
Our mission was to retrieve a cargo that the gnolls took from Lorrie. We lost someone on this mission, he had a weird power like mine, but more chaotic. I manged to salvage a necklace out of their remains; I did not know them, but I will honor them. During the battle, I had to pull someone to safety and in a flash I swear I saw you instead of them, what a young adult you would look like.
You would have been 180. I keep thinking on what path you would have taken, would you pursue your love of reading and grow to be an artificer like your father? would you return to the fling you had for combat and be a fighter? or would you have developed a skill for arcane magic like your mother? Lots of questions that I will never know the answer to.
I know you wouldn't approve, but I acquired a scroll of sending and I am tempted to check on your father.
11
*scouting mission for July*
*My guilt led me to scouting this past few days. I don't know yet if I found anything interesting.*
Relationships
Daena Rivleam
Daena was Radion’s only friend. He grew up with her. He learned everything from her. He loved her, considered her a sister, and was set to do everything to make her happy. Daena was kind, mischievous, and had a love for art. She was the only one then to call Radion by his name. And he learned to nickname her Dae after some time. They would do everything together; all their waking moments they had together.
Radion knew Daena since she was 9 years old until her death at the age of seventeen. He misses her all the time; sees her in everyone he meets.
Ailmar Rivleam
His maker. Alimar Rivleam was a strict master and a father. He greatly loved his daughter, but that could not translate well to her. The only thing that he knew to do well was to make things that fix things.
He considers his first failure in his life to be that he could not figure out how to cure his wife. After his wife’s death, he could not figure out how to cheer up his daughter, Daena. Daena had just turned seven when his wife died, and she always had a great fascination for golems.
That is why Ailmar started working on a warforged machine that could accompany his daughter everywhere in an attempt to cheer her up. His creation process for this warforged took a lot of trials and errors. The definitive version of the warforged, which he gifted to his daughter on her ninth birthday, was code-named R-503. Ailmar has the resources needed for this creation because of his work in the Pendergras Industries.
From his perspective, his second failure was that he could not keep his daughter safe.
Personality
Radion is reserved. he does not interact with people unless they seek him out; he refuses to get attached to anyone. He keeps away from crowded places. He is primarily neutral and does not hurt anyone unless they prove to be an obstacle to his objective. He swore to always be a protector, for he tries to keep anyone on a mission with him away from danger; this may be out of habit from the war since he was cannon fodder for magic users or his way of attuning to the one time he didn’t protect the one that means the most to him.
AN; hes an angsty little guy
Languages
Common and Elvish, and un-named language that Daena invented when she was 12 which he continuously questioned. He switches between formal and informal speech.
Powers and Abilities
His second awakening happened in the fey wild, where wild magic is all around. He woke up with the ability to channel his rage into wild magic. He is proficient with strength weapons and can hold his own in combat. After some work with the company Radion's power evolved; now he can channel his magic to resist certain type of damage, he can also infuse these types into his weapon to deal extra elemental damage.
Weapons
He carries his trusted great axe, 4 javelins he may have stolen on the road, and two hand axes for emergencies.
