In a far off world, similar to many worlds of Dungeons and Dragons, the fae courts visit the world of morals, imbuing either parents or offspring with their essence, to give them power and to bring them under their sway, making more soldiers for their courts, whether the powerful faebeasts, or the manipulative faerie, filling their ranks, and bringing a variety of skills for them, being able to stay on equal footing over the mortals they lord over...

Merceau is one such man, and specifically the former, born in the country of Saffire, the land of romance, song... and one of the largest militaries on the continent. However, he showed the signs of being faeblooded at a young age, already showing bestial qualities, having to be quarantined indoors so as to not be made the subject of ridicule and prejudice. However, he was never neglected; where many faebloods were thrown out on discovery of their 'curse', abandoned and basically being self-fulfilling prophecy about what they'd become, Merceau was raised with love, taught the arts by his mother and knowledge by his father, being an older brother to two younger siblings... but as he developed more traits... he knew he couldn't potentially be a stain on his family, and at a young age left home to join the military, knowing that even if he was prejudiced there, it would only reflect on him, not on those he loved.

And as he grew, and fought, and trained... he became entirely a rat... and one of the most terrifying gunners in the continent, being called 'La bête blanche mortelle', a rumor amongst enemy troops that if you saw him, you were already dead... and they were usually right.

After an honorable discharge, Merceau traveled the lands as a mercenary, his skills and talents preceding him, doing two things -- fighting for proper coin, and hitting on anything with a pulse and had sentience.

Anything.

Indeed he was the romantic, his heart taking him from conquest to conquest, falling for those who looked past his obvious outer shell, and being a master of lovemaking across the land. The Saffi were known for that, and Merceau was no exception. Some would say that it was his 'power' of his fae blood, but he refuses them at every opportunity... and for good reason.

He was always afraid that those who created him would come for him, and not wanting to be a weapon for them, placed a cold iron spike into the base of his tail -- cold iron was the bane of those with fae blood, even to those like him... but it was small price to pay to keep his humanity, and to prevent him from falling under the sway of his patrons, their invasive power able to reach out and ensnare the weak willed; while it always hurts him, he maintains constant focus, knowing that all his skill and strength was his own, and he was proud of that fact.

Eventually Merceau met and fell for a naga named Sarthis, the two becoming partners and traveling the country together as lovers and mercenaries, working in tandem to protect themselves and others with their skills and power...

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