Akhys

1/4 fod kiddos(pls no more green accents there pretty babs for a fod pair)
Age of pair: old like 1st pair for me ever old


Work in progress

Long-term he voodoo master

Akhys grew up being raised by his mother and clan for most of his childhood. He collected small trinkets and nick nacks. Some said he was just like his mother but never to his face only ever in hushed voices and whenever he came near they would change the subject. He didn't know why they said he was like his mother to him his mother was a sad lady who would cry for days and days.
He would bring some trinkets home for his mom occasionally in hopes of lifting her spirits.
He never let himself get close to anyone finding solice in his trinkets more than others. Because of this he wasn't ever the odd one out but he never fit the mold, although many found it good that he was different when they look at his parents. Although he always wondered if he was too different to figure life out. But with that mindset he wouldn't get anywhere. So as a teenager he wanted more from life and to find himself.
either by his own accord or the push of others
Akhys stumbled apon the branches and thicket (bring the farmilliar in here)

Seers say he has an old soul just like his mother others say he should be more like his dad.

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Mothers lore(did not write):
Oh great Mandos,
High among Valar
I come to you in sorrow,
And with a broken heart

Long has been my journey,
That led me to these halls
But now I kneel before thee,
As grief my spirit calls

I seek a man named Beren,
Whom I bid await me here
I pledged that I would find him,
Before he leaves this sphere

This man of whom I speak,
He gave his life for me
But thence my soul grew weak,
And at last it too broke free

So borne upon an urgent breeze,
I travelled to this place
Where only one thing could appease,
The torment I now face

Oh tell me I am not too late,
To see my love once more
For that would be too cruel a fate,
I beg him be restored

That we may take a little time,
To bid our last farewell
And remember all we shared erstwhile,
Such joy no one could quell

For never was a greater love
Than that within our hearts
Once born, forever binding us,
E’en though through death we part