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Lintha Gajui Father Seon
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Commander of the Spirit's Ember fleet, captain of the Storm's Fury.

Born as a Lintha, favourite of Grandmother Melathina.

Chosen of the Unconquered Sun.

Seon As He Was
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As a Lintha child, Seon was stronger with his words and his mind, than he was
with his arms and his legs. For ever since he was born, the cruelty and
arrogance of his god-blood ran strong through him. He tolerated with empty
deceit those Lintha outsiders for the profit of his family. Seon followed in
the footsteps of his family's traditions, and excelled where others merely
passed. He began learning the art of swordsmanship, the trickery of deceit
and lying words, and the honor of seamanship and leadership. He was quickly
marked out for greater things. When he came of age, he sired according to
Lintha Ng Hut Ooloo's design two children, a son named Yijat and a daughter
named Jas Inja. Having completed his duty, he willingly joined the Cult of
Dukantha, castrating himself to receive greater honor. Even now, though, the
seeds of betrayal were born.

Seon vigilantly read the works of Kan Pol the Younger in the Book of the Utz
Semivir. Though the Lintha acknowledged the poor reasoning, and accepted the
wisdom, Seon was sickened by it. Too many impurities existed in the world,
and the works of Kan Pol the Younger only compounded it more. His race
believed they should rule, yet they did not. Kimberry his Mother was
imprisoned, yet she and her kin created them all. Why should the creator's
ways be despised so much by the creation? Why should the Dragon-Blooded rule,
when by all rights they should not? Yet Seon, in all his reasoning, could not
determine what was the true order of things. He could only realise that
things were not as they should be. His beloved family and race once were
mighty and strong. Now they were weak and outcast. These thoughts niggled
and grew at the back of his mind as he pillaged, plundered, and
murdered. His unquestioned loyalty to his family was wavering, but none would
hear of his thoughts.

6 years ago, during Callibration, when the Cult members were permitted one
question to the Great Mother, Seon asked "Why do some yearn compassion, while
others revel in cruelty?" She answered him, "You are my child of vengeance on
the world. Betrayal will be punished by betrayal." Seon's mind raced. The
Exalted had imprisoned his Great Mother here over a thousand years ago, and
here she remains with no hope for freedom. Even if another thousand years
were to pass, her children were weak shadows of their former selves. With
this Seon could empathise - the strong rule over the weak. And he was not
weak. If he was created for betrayal, then betray he would.
Seon sailed away one day, and donned a mask that he had found in one of his
plunders. He became Liran, a merchant wise and ruthless. A merchant
dedicated to forging his own world and own wealth, to prove to his parents
that he did not need their tribute to succeed. It was here, as Liran, far
from Bluehaven, that Seon let his thoughts of betrayal run free. It was here
he reasoned and philosophised about life and his place in it, free from
concern that he should be uncovered by his kin. When he was in Bluehaven and
leading the Spirit's Ember against the Lintha's prey, his thoughts were of
loyalty, love for his Mother, and the task at hand. He succeeded at creating
two personalities within himself - Liran, traitor, angry child who burned hot
against his parents, clever merchant and trusted abritrator. Seon, loyal
child bringing honor to his mother, pirate, murderer, cruel antagonizer with
no remorse. Neither identity was truly him, because his life held no wisdom.
Try as he might, the answers would not come.

Liran began his betrayal. He sought out a spirit with powers of healing.
Having nothing the spirit wanted, he agreed to return the favour at another
time. After his castration was healed, Liran entered a night of fitful and
nightmarish sleep. Conflicting desires tore at his insides - betrayal,
loyalty, cruelty, compassion, and more. The favour of the Unconquered Sun was
near, but Liran knew nothing of it.

He woke up, changed. He was resolved in his path. And so Liran mingled with
mortals and sired many children. Though he was near sterile with his family,
with these creatures of inferior power he was powerful. He sired not a few,
but many hundreds. He set himself up comfortably in Chiaroscuro and forged a
new life. He collected for himself many wives. He would leave them often,
placing competent eunichs in charge during his absence. Where he would go, he
would not say - but it was the calling of Seon pushing itself to the fore. He
had responsibilities with the Lintha that he could not forsake, unless he
wished to see himself destroyed. Though Liran hated his family, he knew they
could destroy him. And so, in time, he became again Seon to give due honor
and service.

Exaltation
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It happened that Liran was sailing one of his blue merchant ships to An-Teng,
when his son's own fleet attacked him. Liran's defences were insufficient -
his pride had led him to trust too much in his own predictions of Lintha
attack behaviour. He had thought the path would be safe. When Yijat boarded
the ship he took Liran captive. Yijat, not yet fully grown, intended to feast
on the flesh of Liran. However, during the voyage back to Bluehaven, while
Yijat was cruelly toying with Liran, he saw his father's eyes through the mask.
He let out a cry of surprise, which was quickly replaced with burning eyes of
anger. He spat out the angry words, "So, Father, you would betray your family
so easily."

Liran replied, "The Lintha are nothing more than a tool for Kimberry. We
should form our own destiny - and you could rule with me." Too quick and too
easily the words of deceit flowed from Liran's lips. He had brought up no
fool though.

"I will have nothing of this!" Yijat screamed. "You will be given, whole and
unharmed, to Grandmother Ooloo and she will decide your punishment. By your
hand I will rule, through your death." He spat on his father and left the
room.

Liran cried out, his thoughts in anguished turmoil. He called out, "What is my
path? What is my destiny?". The unexpected answer came. He found himself
standing on top of the great mountain of the Blessed Isle, with a shining
figure like the Sun standing next to him.

"Here is your place, atop this mountain as my champion. You will crush those
who oppose Me, and turn your sharp tongue to the service of Righteousness, and
give honor and compassion to those who love Me. I defeated Kimberry by your
hand in another age. Serve Me, and return the order that once was, and should
always be. You are an Eclipse, my mouthpiece. Go, and unite Creation together
again. Find the Golden Lord, My servant who sits on the Pinnacle of
Mercy."

Liran opened his eyes, and found the bonds that had tied him fallen to the
ground around him. The cabin shone brightly, emanating from an aura around
him. Filled with anger he charged out of the cabin, catching his son walking
away as if he had just left the cabin. Liran attacked with savage brutality,
tearing his progeny into pieces. Taking the sword from the bloodied and
twitching corpse, he set himself against the fleet his son led. On that night
every single Lintha pirate present was sent to their kin, by the Essence-laden
blade wielded by the new servant of the Unconquered Sun.

After the battle, Liran looked around at what he'd done. Somehow it felt
right. He prayed to the Unconquered Sun for the first time, thanking him for
giving him a purpose, and showing him the path he should follow. No more the
life of a vermin outcast, but as a rightful heir of Creation.

Unable to sail on his own, Liran set the sails to catch the wind towards shore
that he might swim safely the rest of the distance. Land was within sight,
and before long he could swim. He dove into the water and began a three month
journey of discovery.

After travelling for 90 days, Liran arrived at the foot of the mountain on
which rested the Pinnacle of Mercy. Liran began the arduous task of climbing.
The steep slopes and the majestic heights humbled Liran in his heart more than
he had ever felt. As he arrived at the top, he was overawed at the
magnificent temple. He entered and was ushered inside. There Liran let the
priests know his wishes. He showed them his caste mark flaring to prove his
service to the Unconquered Sun. They were excited at his presence and arranged
the meeting with the Golden Lord for three days hence. They recommended he
spend the time in meditation and spiritual preparation to cleanse his mind and
his heart.

Liran spent the time, but had trouble taming his Lintha heritage. The two
natures inside him warred, and he beseeched the Unconquered Sun for strength
and wisdom. On such a spiritual journey, Liran felted lifted higher than
before.

When the time came, Liran could remember little of the details except for the
meeting itself. The magnificent Golden Lord, seated on the throne, dressed in
robes of gold thread and holding a scepter. The bright white light. His own
feeling of worthlessness. Too afraid to speak, the Golden Lord said:
"I see the wickedness of your heart. Yet even you the Unconquered Sun can
cleanse. He has awakened you. Your destiny is in your hands, Chosen One. I
present before you this offer, permitted by my Lord. You are free to choose
or deny it. Rebuild the destroyed Solar empire, reunite the Exalted and
Creation, and restore Heaven. Lead the servants of the Unconquered Sun
against the Deathlords and finish the destruction of the Yozi. I will aid you
in this. You may also choose to reject this offer. I will then give it to
another as the Unconquered Sun directs. If you accept, then you must subject
yourself to my training and preparation. If you reject, then may the
blessings of the Unconquered Sun follow you, and may you please Him in your
journeys."

In a moment of utmost humility, Liran understood his complete unworthiness for
the offer. Out of humility, not pride, he accepted the Golden Lord's offer.
He did so out of a heartfelt desire to please the Unconquered Sun, not to
disappoint.

The Golden Lord responded, "Swear to me that you will pursue what I have
spoken. That you will work quickly to purge yourself of wicked acts. You
will work to remove words of deceit from your lips. You will reunite Creation
under the Unconquered Sun. You will show mercy to those who surrender, and
zealous perseverence against those who resist. You will grow compassionate.
You will seek to emulate the Unconquered Sun. As you rule, you will do so
with justice, compassion and firmness. You will plead the cause of the weak,
and defend the needy - whether they be human or exalt. When you flounder, and
you will, you will offer one tenth of all that is yours back to the most needy
in the world. Swear to me these things, in an oath, and I will guide you."
Liran realised more than before how unattainable this was, and how much this
contradicted his true nature. Yet he knew he could not return to the wretched
hypocrisy and foolishness of his heritage. And so he swore a heaven's oath
before the Golden Lord, thus beginning his journey as a righteous ruler.
The Golden Lord said, "Your inward wars are named Liran and Seon. They will
struggle against you. Cast them off, and become Yari-An, The Budding Rose.
Go, find your circle, and I will summon you in time. Then we will begin."

Yari-An as he is
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With little more guidance of his path, Yari-An had little to go by. He found
his circlemates. He meditated on removing his old nature and taking on the
new. It was a hard journey. He no longer sailed at the head of his fleet,
participating in theft and murder. Yet he is far from purified. He has begun
his journey in cleansing his heart. He is moving forward, even if the
progress is slow, thus fulfilling the requirements of his oath to the Golden
Lord. Yet all too easy it is to slip into deceitful words. Though he shows a
strong and firm face, he inwardly desires those in his Circle to strengthen
and uphold him in struggling against his nature. They realise nothing of the
true power behind his Lintha heritage, and exactly what it is he wars against.

Those who know him as a pirate call him Seon. Those who know him as a ruthless
merchant, Liran. To those wishing to see him unfolding as an image of the
Unconquered Sun, Yari-An.

And so, when he slips into his old nature, he goes by the name Seon and Liran.
The names of his past. The names of his Yozi heritage. The names of his
inner struggle. When he is lifted up, he is Yari-An.

Game Mechanics
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What this means game mechanics wise is that when Yari-An limit breaks, he
becomes Seon or Liran. His old nature comes forward, without fetters, and
expresses itself. In such a manner he enters the condition of the oath to the
Golden Lord that requires him to sacrifice a tenth of all he owns. In such
manner his suffering is corrected, and he is chastised.

CharacterHistory/Seon - Revision history

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