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lightningvolt) wrote2025-03-12 03:39 pm
lightningvolt) wrote2025-03-12 03:39 pm
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Sebek Zigvolt
Knight of Lightning
NICKNAME/PREFERRED NAME
Sebek
TEAM
💔 LUST
BIRTHDAY
March 17
AGE
16/17
HAIR & EYE COLOR
Green hair, gold eyes
HEIGHT & WEIGHT
188cm/6'2
NOTES
PLAYER CONTACT
shiny | discord: dragonsongs | timezone: PST, GMT+12, or all over.
OOC NOTES
I'M SORRY FOR HIM.
If there's something you want me to pick up and I haven't responded to, feel free to prod me!
If there's something you want me to pick up and I haven't responded to, feel free to prod me!
Memories
Happy Days - 3: Wishes
[ Sebek doesn't hesitate— his voice rises the moment it begins, vibrant and young again in the retelling. He stands straight, back stiff, every word resounding as if delivering a battle report.
He remembers his first day he arrived at the cottage in the woods. The way he had marched to Lord Lilia's estate, heart hammering with awe and ambition, ready to become the greatest warrior the Valley had ever seen... and barely knee-high to an already short fae. ]
Greetings, Lord Lilia! I am Sebek Zigvolt!
[ — how he had shouted it, like a knight proclaiming fealty to his king, and it was, all for the purpose of serving Prince Malleus Draconia, Heir Apparent of Briar Valley. Because to him, it meant being just like his grandfather, a wish granted that he'd held in star bottles for so long.
He had idolized Lilia, who had worked with his grandfather Baur. Still does. The peerless General of the Right. Hero of untold battles. Guardian to royalty. That he would take on him, Sebek Zigvolt, as a pupil? It had been the crowning honor of his young life. His voice had cracked with excitement; his knees had nearly buckled when Lilia praised his spirit and saw his grandfather in him. That name— Baur Zigvolt— it meant everything. It still does.
Then came the second pupil.
The slovenly boy who slept on his feet. Who carried a wooden sword with less discipline than Sebek carried his toothbrush. Silver.
Sebek's retelling spikes here, flaring with righteous disbelief. He had been aghast. Insulted! How could this be his rival in training? A boy who greeted the day with drool on his chin and a yawn in place of a war cry and greeting to his Liege?
He had snapped at him, of course. Declared his superiority. His distaste. His disbelief that such a boy could ever hope to be worthy of Lord Lilia's attention.
And yet...
Sebek pauses.
Even now, there is a flicker of something else in his voice. Nostalgia. Perhaps even regret.
Because Silver, for all his sleepy indifference, stayed. Trained beside him. Fought beside him. Grew with him.
And Lilia, smiling all the while, had watched them both— had raised them both.
Sebek squares his shoulders, pride and love in equal measure emanating from him as he recounts this.
It was not an easy road. He had wanted greatness to serve his Liege Malleus. And instead, he had learned something more enduring.
Devotion. To his lord... To his rival... To his family.
Even now, he still trains to honor that first day, when a proud, shouting boy met a sleepy swordsman and a legendary general.
Because that was his wish, and remains ever so! ]