Post by Xarentheus on Feb 9, 2014 14:32:52 GMT -5
Xarentheus
theme song:;
Celtic Music- Alder, the Druid of Peace
description:;
Xaren often holds the demeanor of a businessman. He is a little on the cold side, calculating, and knows how to make a good deal when he sees one. On the left side of his face are several scars that talk of his past as a slave, but those are years he has left behind him. Because of this he often avoids eye contact, finding humans mostly untrustworthy. If given enough room, Xaren can be rather on the gentle side--it's just rare catching him doing so.
He observes the workings of the human world from a distance and feels most uncomfortable having to enter a city of any sort (due to the iron present)--though there are circumstances in which he will bargain with businesses; if only indirectly to steer the industry in a way he finds favorable. Even with his harsh appearance he is also quite silent, generally only speaking when spoken to.
His body is riddled with spiral-looking black and purple tattoos, all denoting his long family heritage as a fae. Along his ears are a few pairs of silver-looking earrings. The most peculiar thing about him though is the slight exaggeration of his skeleton--his limbs are just a little more longer than the average person marking him as one of the "fair folk". The slight point of the tips of his ears, pianist-like finger, and the scent of fresh rain that his skin seems to give off naturally gains other attention, but few ever approach Xaren. His jet black hair he wears back in a ponytail, some of the stray pieces hang over into his face, altogether this make fae makes himself pleasing on the eyes, and he knows it though he is never too cocky about himself, just comfortable in the form his goddess, Aine has given him.
He observes the workings of the human world from a distance and feels most uncomfortable having to enter a city of any sort (due to the iron present)--though there are circumstances in which he will bargain with businesses; if only indirectly to steer the industry in a way he finds favorable. Even with his harsh appearance he is also quite silent, generally only speaking when spoken to.
His body is riddled with spiral-looking black and purple tattoos, all denoting his long family heritage as a fae. Along his ears are a few pairs of silver-looking earrings. The most peculiar thing about him though is the slight exaggeration of his skeleton--his limbs are just a little more longer than the average person marking him as one of the "fair folk". The slight point of the tips of his ears, pianist-like finger, and the scent of fresh rain that his skin seems to give off naturally gains other attention, but few ever approach Xaren. His jet black hair he wears back in a ponytail, some of the stray pieces hang over into his face, altogether this make fae makes himself pleasing on the eyes, and he knows it though he is never too cocky about himself, just comfortable in the form his goddess, Aine has given him.
playby:;
"Scar Face" by Natalie Hijazi
age:;
sweet 100
gender:;
Male
race:
born a Fae, Pi
should we put bricks on your head?:;
Xaren is 6' 5"
no place like home:;
Tulun, Russia
getting lucky with ~someone~:;
Pansexual
babies coming?:;
Single
abilities:;
Innate: Beast Call
Abilities: Pain Synthesis(1), Illusion(1), Color Spray, Slow
Abilities: Pain Synthesis(1), Illusion(1), Color Spray, Slow
weapon(s):;
Only his powers
whatcha~wearin?:;
a fur-lined coat, beige top and scarf, black pants, and brown bootstransportation:;
His own two feet
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?:;
the tattoo covers his back as well, and is purely cosmetic
disposition to the law:;
Chaotic
alignment:;
Neutral
likes:;
Tea,
Making deals,
Mint,
Animals,
Other fae,
Nature
Making deals,
Mint,
Animals,
Other fae,
Nature
dislikes:;
Humans,
big cities,
being held against his will,
his neck being touched
big cities,
being held against his will,
his neck being touched
phobias:;
Torqueophobia (literally: fear of collars;
but also of anything physical used to inhibit his escape)
but also of anything physical used to inhibit his escape)
obsessions:;
Making deals
background:;
Xaren grew up in Russia, born to two fae parents. However something went south with his father's work, and before the poor fae knew it he was indebted into slavery of humans. His parents had no choice but to give him away. For the next several years he worked for a well known businessman, creating false documents via illusion and got clients of the Master to sign them. They had no idea what they were signing were completely fake and in that way, the Master drained many people of their well earned money. The ability to use illusion magic came to Xaren easily enough, and he knew that he wasn't human--but whenever he approached his Master on the subject, he would get beaten into submission and told him to be silent. "Fae or not, you were born a slave" he could recall his owner saying.
As Xaren arose to his teenage years, the Master had started to keep the fae malnourished-- Xaren had been trying his hand at using different abilities, but once starved, his mind was distracted enough by hunger that it kept his abilities at bay. There were also times where he was used as a stud, forced to wear a collar and leash--all for the entertainment of others, and to give his human owner a huge income and from that his phobia of restraint equipment, particularily collars arose. There were many days where he would be locked away in a small cage barely big enough to fit him, only removed from it when his illusion skill was needed. One day the Pi fae took a chance and stole some of his Master's food. There was then an "accident" when a beast answered the fae's call, killed the Master, and aided in Xaren's escape.
The ingrained fear of humans caused him to ultimately shun them and grow closer to the beast that he had befriended. Once free however, the young man didn't know a word of any languages since he was raised to be silent; thus, he took it upon himself to find someone that could teach him, another non human. In this way he learned how to speak English as well as Russian but he suffers from a heavy accent. Thanks to way he was raised and watching his Master, Xaren owns several manufacturing companies in Russia.
Xaren now knows what he is and is proud of his lineage. He will serve someone if the benefits are to his liking, but he doesn't tolerate those who'd wished to harm him for their own methods of gain. He would strive towards the open end of freedom and severely punish those who do not allow him such.
As Xaren arose to his teenage years, the Master had started to keep the fae malnourished-- Xaren had been trying his hand at using different abilities, but once starved, his mind was distracted enough by hunger that it kept his abilities at bay. There were also times where he was used as a stud, forced to wear a collar and leash--all for the entertainment of others, and to give his human owner a huge income and from that his phobia of restraint equipment, particularily collars arose. There were many days where he would be locked away in a small cage barely big enough to fit him, only removed from it when his illusion skill was needed. One day the Pi fae took a chance and stole some of his Master's food. There was then an "accident" when a beast answered the fae's call, killed the Master, and aided in Xaren's escape.
The ingrained fear of humans caused him to ultimately shun them and grow closer to the beast that he had befriended. Once free however, the young man didn't know a word of any languages since he was raised to be silent; thus, he took it upon himself to find someone that could teach him, another non human. In this way he learned how to speak English as well as Russian but he suffers from a heavy accent. Thanks to way he was raised and watching his Master, Xaren owns several manufacturing companies in Russia.
Xaren now knows what he is and is proud of his lineage. He will serve someone if the benefits are to his liking, but he doesn't tolerate those who'd wished to harm him for their own methods of gain. He would strive towards the open end of freedom and severely punish those who do not allow him such.
Xarentheus chooses no faction and worships Aine Erotes
