Risus

Basic Information

• ~ The archer, soaring high ~

  * Name: Risus-Sol
  * Age: 23
  * Gender: Male
  * Race: Seraphi/Daemon
  * Worshiped Deity: Risus holds love and appreciation for Kalyon and Paele but would be more apt to follow Lumeria while keeping a special place in his heart for Celthwe
  
  * Appearance: Risus stands at 5’11” and weighs just over 150 lbs. He’s somewhat lean but toned from travel and flight and seems to always carry a friendly smile and cheerful demeanor. The most notable thing about the half-breed would probably be the bright blue hair and wings from his Seraphi mother and the curling, sinister set of big-horns protruding from his head which he inherited from his Daemon father. His flesh is mostly fair but he can adopt a tan in warmer months and he seems all but completely devoid of moles or birthmarks. Eyes a mystical shade of bronze observe the world with patience and understanding and even if his longbow is strung it hardly ever makes him seem menacing. He looks the friendly type, the sort one would assume was wise beyond their meager years and capable despite his leanness. He generally allows his hair to grow somewhat long and the longer it grows the more the gradient from his roots to his tips become apparent; shifting from azure blue nearest his scalp to near-black at the longest ends. The horns themselves are a rusty-brown color and extremely durable, slightly large but not at all cumbersome to someone who has had them since birth. His wings are a palette of blue, black and white in complex patterns and are usually carefully folded at his back. Risus tends to dress extremely casually in loose-fitting tunics and slacks though he never wears shoes. He says it makes him feel as though he’s no longer one with the world (even though he does fly quite often). Other than his back-quiver and small traveling pack with essentials he wears a leather belt on which hangs small pouches for herbs and salves and he also tends to carry his unstrung-bow like a staff for walking and shooing serpents away (the string he keeps in another of his belt pouches until it is needed). The only jewelry he wears is a silver chain necklace with a teardrop pendant: a gift from his mother long ago he never takes off. Similarly, a dark metal bangle rings his left wrist, it’s center ornamented with a large, rough-cut topaz: a gift from his father which also never leaves his person.
  
  * Main Skill: Longbowman
  * Secondary Skill(s): Healing and Pyromancy (the Pyromancy is far less practiced)
  
  * Personality: Open, friendly, understanding, patient, empathic, eager to help, loyal, charitable, trustworthy, dependable…the list to describe Risus could go on; somewhat garrulous, wants to make friends, loves to teach and be taught, loves to learn and help others learn but above all: he simply wants to help. As a believer of peace and understanding it’s really all he longs to do. His parents instilled the best they could within the half-breed and it appears to have worked. Risus is a pleasant young gentleman that never loses his temper and shows concern for all; big and small. They honestly couldn’t be prouder.
  
  * Backstory: Risus was born to a Seraphi mother and a Daemon father and never once in his life has he known unhappiness. Even in the face of despair and darkness, Risus was taught to persevere and overcome. To look at life as though it were a series of challenges to be met and faced with courage and resolve. But they never taught him not to fear, in Epicurean fashion the traveling poets and philosophers urged their only son to grow and learn of all things; good and bad. Life is like a wheel, one which never stops turning. Life, death, joy, sorrow, loss, gain; all are equal parts of this wheel and each will be experienced. Preparing oneself for these trials through art and personal reflection help a being grow and through that growth they learn. To listen and learn is to understand and to understand is the first step towards true peace. This was the philosophy his parents preached, one born from their love for one another as well as their love for their gods. Risus grew amongst love, poetry and experience, traveling with his parents from place to place; sharing their knowledge and ideals, turning heads in some places, gaining scorn in others.
  
  But even as a young child they never tried to hide such things from Risus, he was able to witness firsthand where ignorance flourished and how so many people just wanted something to believe in, gods nor not... He witnessed that joy and sorrow and life and death and loss and gain, through his youth he saw the people his parents spoke to and aided. The lost and forgotten, they wanted so badly for the world to realize there was a place for all beings, no matter their race or religion. The world was a unified life-form, was it not? Then why shouldn’t its people be as well?
  
  Risus would grow to love and appreciate this philosophy, more so even as he continued to travel and took up the mantle of his parent’s ambitions. Like a young acolyte he studied under them both, learning of history and culture and of course: art. Of patience and loneliness and how one copes with loss. Risus learned many things from his parents but nothing so much as the ability to be compassionate. Risus is a peace-maker, a healer; he doesn’t consider himself a warrior despite his talents and prefers speaking and writing much more than making war. War, to Risus, is counter-productive to everything he and his parents stand for; the antitheses to his hopes for true peace. If he can in any way help to perpetuate peace and understanding instead of war then he will, at any cost, do so; even at the risk of his own life.
  
  His parents raised him well, as far as bohemians went, and though he dislikes war he will not hesitate to come to another’s aid. His ideals are strong and his will tempered and there would be very little to shake him from his beliefs. His parents remain proud of him to the current day, both of them still traveling and preaching their thoughts of peace and patience. Risus touches base with them no less than twice a year but for the most part the half-breed travels alone. He most likely would prefer it some other way but he’s devoted to his cause and can’t often stand staying in one place for too long. He’s had a few followers and friends here and there but nothing permanent. No, his art and his ideals are his purpose and for the moment that’s all he’s concerned about.

• ~ Gallery ~

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