-☾ Emperor Erro ☽- (He/Him) (Eh-hoh, r's pronounced softly, more like an h sound) ||Personality|| (Unhinged, Paranoid, Cunning, Cruel) Erro is a man that has long since lost his mind. Erratic and paranoid, his eyes are peeled constantly for any hint of a threat or lie. Though he is an animal of few words, his actions speak for him, with his cruelty in his actions, laws and punishments giving him infamy, even in other kingdoms, especially the outlaw and genocide of all owls in his kingdom. He is never seen in public, nor even seen around the palace. He conspires with only his most trusted advisors and priests, and even then it's behind a wall of shrouded veils. ||Backstory|| Erro never should have existed, or at least, that's what his mother liked to tell him. If it wasn't for his moon-touched feathers and fur, he would have been dead the moment he hatched. The old royal dynasty of Anruin was always one of owls for as long as the kingdom itself has stood. As a kingdom of night, what better creature to govern it? Well, unfortunately Empress Verdade was never the faithful one. Not to anyone, not even her husband. Emperor Esque wasn't even sure if his daughter, Luuana, was even his own. A beautiful snowy owl rather than the Great-Horned Owl he and Verdade both were. When his wife's 2nd child ended up not being his, he was not surprised. He was, however, surprised when the young chick hatched with hybrid features and a moon-touched pelt. Verdade in a rage tried to squash the little creature, but the kingdom's own High Bishop stopped her talons, claiming that the hybrid was blessed. Should Verdade slay him, it would be divine blood that she would spill, and Mother Moon would smite her for heresy. Verdade, bitter and angry, conceded to allowing the halfblooded prince to live, but to show her discontent named him Erro, or "Mistake". The living stain to the dynasty's perfect lineage, and Verdade blamed him for the consequences of her own actions. Erro's life had been saved, but divinity was not enough to keep him safe from scorn. The Emperor payed him no mind, indifferent to the hybrid till the day he died of a rough bout of avian flu. His mother acknowledged his existence, but Erro found himself wishing she did not. She was a spiteful witch, cursing his name, berating and beating him for every little feather out of place. This got worse after Esque's death, and Verdade took the throne in whole. No matter what he did or what he said, he could not escape his mother's claws, nor ever dream of earning her affection. There was one in the palace who loved him, who saw beyond the taboo of his existence. His older sister Luuana, an owl with feathers as white as his, though not through moon-touched means. Erro could have sworn that she was an saint, or someone sent by divine means rather than he. She held him while he cried, sheltered him under her wing as much as she possibly could from their mother's cruelty. That was, until she fell ill, and Erro watched as the only person who had ever loved him withered away. Erro pleaded with his mother to help Luuana, to save her life, but she pushed him away, claiming that there was no cure, and thus his sister's life slipped out of his grasp. Her death broke him, but what turned his grief into rage was finding that Luuana's illness could have been cured, Verdade simply didn't care enough to save her. What happened next was all a blur, but by the time Erro came to his senses, Verdade was dead, ripped to shreds with her blood on his talons. Erro fled to the Monastery, and wept at the alter. He begged Mother Moon for forgiveness, to repent for the sin of slaying his own kin.. And to his surprise, a voice answered back. She spoke softly, her voice comforting to Erro. Despite no proof if it, in his moment of vulnerability, Erro instantly believed it to be the voice of Mother Moon. Instead of anger, she prided in him, saying that he did right. The Empress was a heretic. She cursed and struck the flesh of a blessed, and deserved to die. At first Erro wasn't fully at peace, but it gave him enough strength to go back to the castle. Luckily, no one saw the murder take place, and even if they did, not much could be done. Erro was the only living heir, and therefore the crown was now his. This.. Was not something that he considered. In all his life, he never imagined that the crown would fall to him. It was always his mother's crown, or his sister's crown-to-be. Never Erro's. For the first time, Erro felt powerful. It was a foreign feeling, but gods was it intoxicating for the young prince at the very least. The feeling of being able to do whatever he wanted, for animals of the kingdom to bow to HIM. The cracks started to form in his shaky psyche, and it was all downhill from there. (cont)
(cont) Erro regularly visited the monetary while the process of his crowning and coronation happened, talking for hours to the voice of whom he believed to be Mother Moon. Seeds of ideas and beliefs were planted, and his mindset slowly began to change. Even after he was crowned Emperor, one would find him there, talking to her. Soon, Mother Moon began asking things of him. Things to keep her kingdom "pure", and who was he to deny the Mother? From small decrees and doctrines to named individuals being executed, Mother's voice grew louder and more demanding as Erro's morality began to wean, along with his sanity. The voice of the divine weighs heavy on the mind of a mortal, or such Mother Moon said. He didn't care. It was his purpose. Soon, Mother Moon demanded something of him again. Something that one should find unfathomable, but Erro agrees and proceeded without a second's hesitation. Rid the Kingdom of all owlfolk, unless they bore feathers as white as his. Her reasoning? Verdade and her ancestors have left a hubris in the owls, and that hubris is turning to heresy. So, Erro followed through. Every owl in the kingdom of Anruin was either slaughtered or lucky enough to flee. The only ones that remained were those of pure white. Snowy owls, much like his sister was, he noted. Luuana was so holy, surely that's why Mother Moon spared them. The deed was done, the blood of countless on his talons, but Erro thinks none of it. After all, who is he to question a god? Credits: Art/Coding: @SilverFeatherPro101 Roleplay: @_-SunkenSoul-_ Background: Google Images Music: Cult of the Lamb OST - Chemach
