When birds of paradise can't bloom in the eyes, they wilt.

♔Character Name: Mavary Valls

♔Gender: Male

♔Age: 25

♔Birthplace: Raleith

♔Physical Appearance: Mavary's fragile and soft hair has remained the same in the past, still dark and tufted carefully above his face. His beard is the same length and his skin glows like it always has- nocturnally, as wings born beneath moonlight. Mavary has a brilliant smile, one that spreads as a disease as plaguing as his smooth laugh; yet both are rarely seen or heard; the man breathes a presence of quiet joy, tranquil happiness. He's taller than most (though his old friend, Vere, would never let him say so), and he still wears that silver ring around his finger. The only difference between then and now is his eyes- once beautiful, magnificent, as lovely as fluttering feathers, they're now dim, dark, and damaged. Blinded when he was the queen's puppet as the traitor, Mavary was left with scars where they hurt the most. While the man surely lives like a pretty thing, he cannot see that. He can't see any of it.

♔Personality: Mavary Valls became something he never expected to become: lonely. He doesn't have the same whimsy as before, now a little more dragging and downcast. He used to stumble drunkenly into strangers' arms and whisper to them about how beautiful they were, how wonderful the world was to have them in it, and how he was grateful to have met them that fateful, intoxicated night. Now, he drinks alone, each gulp like the strip of a plume, nosediving into blackness. Perhaps the man is going insane, or maybe he's just sad and will be so for a while. He longs for the days he smiled at nothing. He yearns for beauty, lonely without it.

♔Background: After going home to Raleith, it was widely spread about how he'd betrayed his fellow knights-to-be and committed a murder. Nobody gasped at the irony of such a soft man killing a queen because no one in his home ever really knew him to begin with- perhaps that's why he's come across a year he barely remembers. He misses Vere and Eleos. He misses his ability to meet new people. In the past year, the pain in his eyes has only increased; it's as if he's growing blinder, the darkness crescendoing until he's seeing more than he wants to. Seeing something sinister and broken. Seeing the end of all things, the end of him. The end.

♔Skills: Mavary used to be an excellent actor, able to feign injury in battle as a strategy to trick tough opponents. However, he abandoned that course as a result of criticism in the tournament, and the energy within him is insufficient in attempting to lie. The truth is simple to him now: he's drained. Along the same vice, he was always best at escaping difficult situations. But after being chained to a wall in an underground dungeon, his desire to escape has been overcast by a will to give up. He also excels at climbing, since he'd always scale trees to reach the birds when he was young, and as a knight he wields a sword very well- although, both skills are dampened by sightlessness.