Name: Zephyr Pierce
Age: 28(looks), 169 (actual)
Species: Valkyr
Rank: Nomad
Face Claim: Colton Haynes

Honorable || Trustworthy || Loyal
Brooding || Self Deprecating || Closed

The farmlands during the 1900’s was a very chaotic, harsh and violent time to be alive, for it seemed like the very air itself could turn against you on a whim. The land was lush and green and vibrant, often stretching as far as the eye could see with not a thing to mar the natural beauty but looks can be deceiving. For nature, back then, was more treacherous and wild than even the hearts of men, leaving humanity no choice but to band together in communities or perish. Survival wasn’t just about the force of will or the resourcefulness of an individual, one’s name and circumstances played into whether one lived or died and for me it was a lucky happenstance that allowed me to live past birth. Looking back on it now I’m not sure if it was really luck at all, more a cruel servant of Fate gearing up for a game of sport to be played with my suffering as the spectacle.

Life is so frail, in those times all a man had was his honour and his wits about himself. Zephyr Pierce was no exception. He was a simple man, with simple needs. The honest sweat of a good days work was all he needed. He had worked his ancestral lands as his father before him. He had married a local girl, not out of love, but as survival. Both were practical people. They had a boy which they named Cosmo and a girl named Opal. They prayed to the stars and offered the best of their crops to them. Life was harsh but it was good.

After a bountiful harvest, a set of soldiers came. Zephyr had heard of them, how they consumed everything and left embers and carrion at their wake. They came upon Zephyr’s lands in the dead of night, when the family was in the deepest depths of sleep. The dogs Zephyr kept were now enjoying fresh cut meat. The attack was swift, armor suits gleaming by the candle light was an image that Zephyr would carry to his grave. His wife and children had been killed without mercy, but for some reason the soldiers did not kill Zephyr quickly. Tying him up by some adjacent trees facing his land. The soldiers forced Zephyr to watch as his land burnt. Zephyr didn’t give them what they wanted. Instead he was stoic taking it all in as his land and his future was stripped away. He felt numb, unable to cry. The senseless violence could not be resolved in Zephyr’s mind. As the soldiers stabbed him and lashed Zephyr, he felt nothing. Leaving him for dead, the soldiers went to destroy the next farm.

Zephyr didn’t know how many days had passed. He awoke in pain. His bloody body had caked in blood on top of the many puncture wounds and lacerations. It was a miracle he had survived. When he managed to free himself from his restrains, Zephyr tended to his family first. Lovingly he bathed his wife and children, put them in clean clothes and hurried them together by the willow that his wife loved so much. He refused to cry, vengeance was growing inside of him. A thirst to right the wrong those men had done.

After he had tended to his family, Zephyr went in search for those who wronged his family. Every time it seemed he arrived a day too late. Every time he helped those who had survived the attack to burry their dead. Without realizing it Zephyr had left his native land of Czechoslovakia, and was now in France. Followed by many, Zephyr had learnt how to fight, strategize and attack. Unlike his enemies, Zephyr never took an innocent’s life. He had lost himself in this endeavor. Gone was the gentle man that took pleasure in a good day’s work on the fields of his ancestors.

Plans, as we all know hardly happened as expected. The soldiers had been expecting them, someone had tipped the soldiers of that an attack was coming. The battle was short, bloody but fruitful. Zephyr and his followers caught the general of the brigade. Before they killed him Zephyr had to ask...

“Why did you kill my family? Why do you go around killing innocents? What it it that you wish to gain by all this blood shed?”

The general spat on Zephyr and simply stated “Because I can.”

Plunging his broad sword on the general’s chest, the light in the man’s eyes went dim until it was no more. Turning around Zephyr didn’t get a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. Five soldiers picked him up, carried him over a ravine, stoned his body to a pulp and threw him thirty feet down a cliff to his death.

His body laid there broken, pain scurried throughout until his heart stopped beating. His last thought were of his family. He will soon be with them. Blackness came to him, and he welcomed it with open arms. Nothingness surrounded Zephyr.

He woke up as he felt an infusion of energy scurry to his veins. Opening his eyes he saw an angelic creature suckling his wrist. Zephyr felt no pain. His heart beat no longer but his body now felt anew. A Valkyr by the name of Demelza had been following Zephyr and had seen the goodness in him. They traveled together for a year. Demelza showing Zephyr how to be a Valkyr. She also told him of Gideon the Valkyrie and leader of this noble raze.

They parted amicably promising to meet each other soon. Zephyr became a nomad. Always willing to lend a helping hand, always battling the injustice of the world. Always alone.