Venarah Varius

Backstory

Venarah is one of four siblings trained to be powerful Mesmers by the combined efforts of their Sire and the Primus of the Iron Legion. The Varius Warband had its members: Taturrak Variuspaw, Surus, and Caino. The older two had their surnames as well, but.... Venarah couldn't bring himself to recall them. He is the middle cub on the lower side. Close to his younger brother Taturrak, he stuck with him through the harsh training they all had to endure. Learning to devoid themselves of feelings and emotions as a part of their training, this would only further drive a stake between the four cubs’ relationship. To this end, the two younger cubs became inseparable and formed a powerful bond that they would take into their teenage years under the formation of their Warband led by the eldest brother Caino. Surus, the last of the brothers and Caino would come to be known for their unshakable will and prowess while Venarah and Taturrak would become the tacticians of the Warband, devising strategies to fell small armies with just the four of them, playing everyone to their strengths. Because of this, they would become well respected in the Citadel as an up-and-coming Warband.In their downtime the brothers would be found studying and honing their abilities, trying always to give themselves an edge against the enemy. More often than not, Taturrak and Venarah would retreat to an area in which they could let their childlike emotions run free and have fun, practicing their abilities in ways only they could conceive. Surus could always be found reading a book or a magical tome of some sort and Caino, being the Sire’s prodigy, would usually be training with him elsewhere away from the others for reasons unknown. Their drastically different personalities and styles of their arts would bequeath them the name ‘Varius,’ which would only add to their success.But this fame would only cause strife to stir amidst the group. Caino and Surus would come to feel that Venarah’s coddling of Taturrak would weaken the groups ability to perform in combat calling him a “liability,” whereas Venarah would argue back that they were given the name “Varius” for their different styles and takings to situations. This would lead to the pairs of older and younger cubs to separate for most of their time off of the field. Surprisingly enough when it came to missions, they focused on the success of the mission. Venarah would be the one on the journey back to make sure everyone was of sound mind and body.However the point of disagreement would come to a boil. Venarah would stare blankly into the nothingness as flashbacks consume him, remembering his past for the umpteenth time. The mission and how it . . . it went wrong. There was so much blood. So much. The paralysis of falling into remembrance would catch himself staring at his paws in disbelief. Venarah shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Focus on recent events. Eleven years after that mission, and he's still remembering it as though it were yesterday. He wished he couldn't. The Warband, as far as he knew, was no more. His home would not be throwing him any welcoming parties. And so, Venarah Variusmind became Venarah Varius. He adopted the one thing that brought the memory of what used to be together and made it his own. It was a way of honor. These events would take him far from the Citadel to places such as Queensdale and the Caledon Forest. Thanks to some locals he would learn to live off the land. To survive.To this day Venarah still wanders. Never really calling any one place home, he longs to go back to a sense of stability and security he once knew. Perhaps someday he will find that of which he seeks.