Young Fransi
Trevor Lee Klause III was born into a wealthy and politically influential family of long pedigree. His father, whom he was named after, was the acting leader of the Divine Order, seeking to restrict the use of magic by those outside of the order. His father, Trevor was a prodigy both in combat and magical prowess, which was a trademark of his powerful bloodline. He spent years training under many powerful and influential members of the Divine Order, honing his already raw and powerful skills. As part of his training, Trevor spent a year in solitude, living with priests and priestesses in a secluded temple south of Tarkir. While Trevor Lee Klause II was taking his year of meditation, he met and fell in love with Colette Fransia, a young priestess, who had spent time taking care of Trevor over his tenure in the temple. The two fell in love, and Colette broke her vow of purity to be with Trevor, who she intended to marry soon.
Upon Trevor’s return, his father, the current head of the Order met with the two and refused to honor their love, as Colette was only a simple girl raised as a lowly servant to the gods. After years of his father’s disapproval, Trevor Lee Klause I died unexpectedly, allowing his son to ascend to the head of the Divine Order at the young age of 23. With the passing of his father, Trevor II was also able to marry Colette openly, celebrating widely among his peers in Tarkir. There was no evidence leading up to the death of Trevor I, causing any reason to believe that he was in poor health, just his passing, and the marriage of Trevor and the lowly priestess Colette.
After several years sitting at his position, Trevor and Colette began trying to have a son, as dictated by the tradition of the Divine Order, who would be groomed to take his position in time, as Trevor, and his father alike had been. The two tried for some time to conceive their first child, which seemed increasingly unlikely as time trudged on. The couple finally had seemed to attain their fading goal, but became devastated several months into the pregnancy, when they learned that Colette had miscarried what was to be their first son, despite efforts by Trevor and many of Tarkir’s most powerful healers. Both Trevor and Colette fell into a deep depressive state, until years later, when Colette became pregnant again.
Throughout the next few months, Colette was heavily monitored by healers and guards, as an overly anxious Trevor Lee Klause II felt he could not take another heartbreak, pleading with the gods for a healthy son. Despite having given birth to Trevor Lee Klause III, the birth-giving process damaged Colette’s reproductive organs, and seemed to cause newfound infertility in her, meaning that their son would be the only child they could bear.
Trevor’s mother and father loved him and did all they could to prepare him for the life he was destined to have. Despite the rigorous training and lifestyle that were forced onto him, he seemed incapable of harnessing any of the magic that his bloodline was known for. His connections with the gods seemed to be strained for some reason, incapable of acquiring any sort of power from his sources. Because of this incapability, his father became enraged, furious at his wife Colette, at his son, and those who worked with him. Trevor Lee Klause II became scared for his legacy and scared for his mark that he was destined to leave on the world. In a drunken rage, he tore his son away from Colette, breaking his forearm in the process, blaming her for his son’s problems, and simultaneously blaming his son for Colette’s increased infertility.
After sobering up the next day, he became profusely apologetic, begging for the forgiveness and trust of Colette. After a long, drawn-out discussion, Colette decided to forgive him, being the loving, empathetic person she was. Trevor however, was not so quick to forget the actions of his father that night, becoming wary of his father, and harboring seeds of hatred and disdain that would only continue to grow.
Klause II attempted for years to be patient with his son’s training, but the stress of his position, and the necessity to have an heir only damaged the way his son viewed him. Trevor III stopped calling himself by his father’s name, as he began to want nothing to do with his father’s legacy and principals, electing to choose his own name, one salvaged from his mother’s name: Fransi. Fransi began to make a life for himself in the tightly constrained schedule that was forced upon him, taking up skills of art, and artistry, finding the art in sculpting, and metal work, as well as on a canvas. Fransi became nearly obsessed with the escape he found in art, practicing styles of impressionism, which were a way for artists to blend the walls of reality into a more blurred world, this blur was appealing to him, as a sharp contrast to the regulation and constrictions of his everyday life in the Order.
Still with no amount of magical ability, and seeking a way to rid himself of the constant worry and attendance of teachers and healers, Fransi began to seek a way to create magic for himself. Studying the methods closer to druidic magic, he found a way through experimentation to draw in traces of magic from outside sources, enabling him to concentrate it, and cast through his invention. Due to Fransi’s newfound magical abilities, he became able to quickly apply the forced training he had received in hopes of his gaining powers, all in an attempt to get the Order off of his back, and maybe subconsciously to acquire his father’s attention. That attention was given but did not satisfy Fransi, as he believed his father only saw him worthy of attention after proving that he was a worthwhile investment, which leads to his father forcing him into more rigorous training and meditation.
After being admitted into his proper training and schooling through the Divine Order, Fransi realized that the life that was being forced upon him was something he hated. He began to detest the order, and his life as a cleric, and even the very ideas of the gods, claiming that he had no connections to any of them. Despite his protests, he was made a to be a cleric to Erathis, as he demonstrated skills with building and artistry, but even when taking the steps to become an official cleric for the Order, he felt no connection to him or any other god for that matter.
Despite his hatred of the regulations, rules, and overall lifestyle that was expected of him, Fransi found one light in his dark ruled life. He was in the middle of the painting, as he usually did, specifically painting this girl who sat a little while away from him on a bench outside directly beneath a huge tree. She was barefoot, and staring up at the clouds rolling past, singing to herself. Something about her just struck Fransi, in a strange artistic manner. While engrossed in his painting, he was unaware of her standing up, and walking around behind him, watching him paint. By the time he looked up again for reference, the girl was gone, to Fransi’s surprise, she shouted out at him, and sat next to him admiring, and jokingly criticizing his portrayal of his, introducing herself as Allura. Several months went by, in which Fransi focused his art in recreating the inspiration she gave him on canvas and parchment, while the two of them became increasingly close. Allura, after these few months, became fed up with waiting, and initiated the romantic relationship that had been budding between the two, each a perfect opposite and match for each other at the same time. Allura became the one thing in life that made Fransi’s pain go away, she was the embodiment of what creating art did for him.
Fransi and Allura fell in love during the last few years before the campaign began, both providing a sense of escape from the constraints that they felt from their lives. Both rebelled when they could, causing problems, graffiti, small theft, etc., which caused even more problems for Fransi’s father and the image he was trying to maintain. Despite years of Fransi wishing to leave, Allura convinced him to stay until they could both leave and start a life together, traveling the world. After Fransi’s behavior continued for so long, Trevor decided to send Fransi on a pilgrimage of meditation, much like he had gone on, to the Temple of Erathis several days away from where they lived, in an attempt to straighten out his behavior, and temporarily separate him from Allura, who he saw as a negative influence on his son. This planned year of absence would allow him to do damage control on what Fransi had been doing, allowed him to focus on his goals and plans, and hopefully would force his son to mature.
This did not go over well with Fransi, who did not want to be separated from Allura for such a long period of time. Allura, however, convinced him that he should go, so not to anger his father any more and that she would try to escape at some point to try to meet him during the year. Fransi agreed to this, seeing it as the best opportunity to get away from the Divine Order, even if only a little while, and still be able to see Allura at some point. On his journey, Fransi also decided that he would collect metals and gems to forge into a ring, as to pledge himself to Allura upon the end of his journey, and finally start his own life.
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