At the center of the Kiivofen desert, a crimson pillar marks the binding site of an dangerous entity. Kii, the blood djinn that legend attributes the desert's red sand to, had been sealed there during the lumena-vesera wars in eons past. In recent centuries, however, the people of the Kiivofen noticed an alarming anomaly: the local wildlife was mutating. Their very lifeblood was slowly transmuting into raw keirsi and warping their physical bodies into pale, mindless monstrosities. These creatures, dubbed the viendol, sought only to prey on healthy creatures, manipulating their minds into offering themselves up for slaughter. As a result, hunting had become difficult, travel had become deadly, and the infestation of viendol seemed only to worsen as time passed.
At their wits' end, the Kiivos people pleaded with their patron god, Onnvuset, for a champion to deliver them from this plight. And so it happened that one day, an aging priestess named Kalpori finally heard the great god's answer. While engaged in a sermon during a particularly dire season, it was said by onlookers that a flock of innumerable birds descended from the heavens and consumed her body, leaving only a curious infant with the same blue eyes as her where she once stood. This infant, of course, was Allen.
From a young age, he had the mantle of "hero" and "chosen one" thrust upon him. Instructed by the greatest minds of his generation, he quickly became the vigilant protector of the various Kiivos settlements in the desert, fending off viendol with ease due to his unnatural ability to overcome their enticing call, a feat something even the most seasoned hunters struggled with.
Allen had grown up under the care of various instructors, but he had always felt the most attached to Amul, his combat mentor. Like Amul, whom he viewed as a father, Allen was trained in the art of the spear. But unlike with his other instructors, Allen could never quite surpass Amul's uncanny combat prowess. They went on many missions together as hunters, facing near-death situations in their day to day lives until Allen was well into his twenties and by all respects, a formidable young man. At this point, he couldn't help but feel that he was on the precipice of surpassing Amul.
That was the same year Amul fell ill with a strange disease that began to rob him of his senses and memories. Desperate to cure him, Allen embarked on a journey to Resonivasis, the realm of the divine, in search of someone who could save his mentor. Here, he would meet Dmitri Obekot, a fenvasi regarded as a rising star in the world of medicine and alchemy. The only one who would sympathise with Allen's plight, Dmitri accompanied him back to the Kiivofen and attempted to treat Amul. But all he could do was ease the man's fits of rage and pain before he passed away weeks later.
During this time, Dmitri and Allen became unlikely close friends: though their homelands and lives couldn't be more different, they both knew the pain that came with loss of family and brotherhood. And when it came for Dmitri to return to Resonivasis, Allen swore that he'd repay the man for his kindness one day. But there was something else he had to attend to before that.
From then on, Allen would grow to become the deadliest hunter of the Kiivofen, a folk hero that singlehandedly culled the viendol numbers to extinction and brought peace back to the region. That was who he was, at least, to the people who didn't know him. The masses praised his name and showered him with titles. Yet to those who worked alongside him, he was regarded as an insufferable egomaniac, a man that adamantly refused the notion anyone could ever take a place at his side. There would never be another Amul, and common people, as predictable and dull as they were, would never be worth his time. Their ordinary lives were unsightly. It respulsed him.
Once the were viendol gone, Allen gradually felt as if he no longer had a reason to exist. He had been created for one purpose, and that was to save his people. Now that they were saved, how would he spend the rest of his days? The thought of complacency and idle luxury only disgusted him to the core. There had to be something else worth doing.
With nothing to challenge him, it became evident that he would have to find the challenges himself. Perhaps the true path left over was to seek out the strongest of foes. When he finally towered above every other challenger in sight, it may be there that he'd find the fulfillment he so desired. He would have his place among the gods. Therefore, Allen concluded, he would have to seek out nothing less than the fabled blood djinn himself. If he could defeat Kii, he would surpass even the gods themselves, who only succceeded in merely imprisoning the beast. He would go where no man, arva or otherwise, would ever dream of reaching.
And if he truly couldn't best such a foe? Then he would die in trying, devoting his existence to that lofty ideal and serving as an inspiration for the eons to come. He would never settle for anything other than extraordinary; such a fate was worse than death itself.
And so he fought and fought, looking for dangerous ordeals one after the next with no regard to his life. He had to overcome everything there was in order to sharpen his skills for his final fight. With focused precision, he fought the days away, determined to take on every fearsome beast in the desert to better himself to new heights. Yet before he could encounter an enemy that would ultimately kill him, Allen dug up an old leather bag one night while emptying out Amul's old home. It was Dmitri's.
Seeing it in that moment prompted Allen to consider something that he had once brushed off before: leaving the Kiivofen. He had briefly considered it years ago, but at the time, the viendol were still a persistent threat. Besides, everything he desired to live and die by was already at his dispoal within the Kiivofen.
Now, listless and without purpose, he saw few drawbacks to travelling. He had long considered the wider world to be a distraction from his goals, but perhaps, in this instance, it could be a new opportunity. He would return the bag to Dmitri, take in some new sights, and go from there.
In a strange turn of events, Allen found himself settling into Resovinasis instead. With no shortage of people to duel and debate, Allen felt reignited with purpose. He threw himself headfirst into his new life, honing his skills at anything and everything that caught his eye. He had only intended a short stay, just a few days to learn more about Dmitri's secluded life. But a few days turned into a few weeks, and the rest was history. Eventually, he fought his way into a public position, becoming the youngest Officer of Resolution in the history of fenvasi and making himself known for his skill.
And there he has remained to this day, romping around the Lumenoluun and challenging both friend and foe alike to all manners of brazen competition. Until boredom overtook him once more, he supposed it would be a good use of his time to fight some new adverdaries and show enemies of the lumena the misfortune of standing in his way.