Post by aefaradien on Nov 21, 2010 8:54:02 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]Basics
[/u][/size][/shadow][/center]Name: Aefaradien {Eye-far-ahd-ee-ehn}
Aliases: Ask around for a hunting bird, search the skies for a falcon or listen for the rustle of deaths breath.
Gender: Male ...most likely. Though it's hard to tell while he's so young.
Age: Three-thousand years. Aww he's still an adolencent!
Line of Work: Blacksmith. Although, if you come to him with something that he wants he'll be alot deadlier than your ordinary metal worker.
Rank: Freelance
Race: The banished fairies / blood angel. He's not a nice mix I know.
[shadow=black,left,300]Appearance
[/u][/size][/shadow][/center]Hair: Black down to the ears, a little squiff beneath his hat.
Eyes: Murky green, a dash of brown.
Skin tone: Pale, almost green.
Build: Slim, skinny, what you'd expect to find. That is, until his shirt falls away...
Height: Four ft. three
Scars: Oh you'll see them, one day.
Piercings/tattoos: A sad dropping wing in the centre of his back
Attire: Old fashion, brown hide boots and grey fabric on his legs. A tan shirt with black lace and a black jacket and scarf. Not to mention his top hat. And the umbrella.
Weaponary: He's a blacksmith, blacksmiths don't carry weapons around! Although... there is a tiny little ring with an old rune on it, and it seems to glow when danger lurks around. And if that glows you can count on him being armed and ready.
Other: There's a falcon that is never far away, if you look closely on your wonders you may catch its amber orbs following you. And his horse is always at his side (featured in the above photo) on beneath him.
[shadow=black,left,300]Personality
[/u][/size][/shadow][/center]Aefaradien's mixture of blood creatures a constant war of personality changes, but even with this inside rage he remains quiet, watching, waiting. It is as if he knows what is coming, has accepted the faits decision. If you are after knowledge you go to him. If you seek your pressance to remain hidden you'd do well to stay out of the city, the country, the galaxy. He's a hard worker, anytime of day or night and he'll be in his forge, but that is the best place for buisness because who will overhear you over the roar of the flames and the constant hammering of his hands on the metal? And if you want to make buisness a regular thing perhaps you should offer him something. You'll know what to offer him one day, and that will be the day that everything changes, the day that your army grows by two-thousand.
[shadow=black,left,300]Skills
[/u][/size][/shadow][/center]Strengths: Despite his scrawny build he's got more muscle that you'll account him for. He's capable of lifting his own body weight (and that's heavy you think) but it isn't the lifting you need to look out for, it's when you've pinned him down, got your knife against his flesh. That's when he'll move. He'll throw you backwards and be atop you before you've landed, he'll unfurl his wings from their protective membrain in his back and slice you in half. And then he'll eat you. Bit by bit. Only once you're dead will he stop, will he bring your corpse back to his forge and hang you from a hook. He'll use you in his work, your head would make a great axe tester, your fingers and toes good decorations, your bones he will burn with the ore and your skin ...that makes his clothes.
Weaknesses: His quiet preserved nature earns him the knowledge of almost everyone in the city, so he's alot of enemies. The constant threat of peril keeps him awake, he hasn't slept for over fifty-years. It's starting to take its toll...
Fears:
The Lord of Faries returning to him,
His sister being harmed,
His forge being destoryed,
Reading, writting and numbers,
Girls.
Training: He reads body langauge, he rides horses and has done since the day of his birth (he was born upon a horse after all) and he's a fully trained blacksmith.
Powers or abilities: He can fly, as if expected born of two mythical flying beings. His faire blood allows for the invisable ability once airborn and his blood-angel kin graunts the ability to use his wings as weapons, not just a flying tool.
Other: Me to know, you to discover.
[shadow=black,left,300]History
[/u][/size][/shadow][/center]The dark fairies come from Calwí, a city first grown in the forests. In its begining all was peacefull and the fairies were a mixed race, but then greed began to corrupt the Royals, weaker fairies were used as slaves, as tools to the making of this larger kingdom. The power destoryed the loving nature of the fairies and started a war. Divided between power and poverty the war desstoryed the forest, leaving few safe havens for neutrals to hide. One day the King and his family were murdered. That was the day his blood was drunk, creating the dark fairies. With royal blood now inside them they thought themselves the new rulers and attempted to take control over the survivors, but they saught the help and aid of the angels.
The angels had long been saught for as the peace keepers and were renouned for the ability to save races from war. But this time it was personal, the dark fairies were led by one known as Tramkalwarth, and he was the son of an angel high in the hierachy. The angel did not want his son to be caught and so helped him and the other dark faries escape. Other angels found out but were pursaded by the glory and power to join them. So the dark faries escaped and corrupted the universe's police. With news about everything in the galaxy they became superiour. Until. A high Empress set a trap and wipped out most of the dark fairers and blood angels, inraged but unable to fight back they fled.
And so Aefaradien was born. Fearfull that he would be killed his parents banished him to Here. Where he has lived ever since.