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B e w a r e - b r a v a d o !
Burning amber body generously lashed with stripes of ebony and lush expanses of cream, a handsome creature of sordid past and equally promising prospects of a future of depravity. A coward by designation, charming silver tongue by nature, dark haired outcast with a tainted reputation and a worthless claim to nobility. A plume of black feathers decorated tail tip, velvet ripples of similarly hued fur lined elbows and spine. Beneath the beautiful skin he proved quite the lecherous good for nothing, however enamouring he might appear the traitorous son would always act in self service. What a pity!
Name: Sede (Say-d) Age: 26 Gender: Male
Race: Varn
- A term from his homeland referring to those of his breed. Dragon like creatures with thin veneer of velvet fur to conceal tough skin. They boast large ears, and often have plumes of feathers or, in some instances, longer fur in various places 'pon their bodies for decorative purposes.
Surname: Tairus
- Has been stripped of this noble title by his father.
Designated Surname: Blackhand
- Referring to his treachery and banishment from Laior.
Height: 6'3" Weight: 180 lbs Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single Love Interest: n/a
Distinguishing Scars: Broad, oval burn on left shoulder blade.
A concealing brand that replaced a previous scar that he'd had done to form the shape of his family sigil.
Piercings: Three bronze hoops in right ear, two bronze hoops in left.
Eyes: Rich, deep yellow. Hair: Strong black, often drawn back out of his face.
Body: Lithe but muscular, lightly built with tonal quality. Fears: His father.
Mother: Peria Tairus - deceased. Father: Raigen Tairus - Alive and kicking.
Siblings: Harus (Brother, younger), Raigen (Brother, older), Veritas (Sister, younger).
Whether they are alive or not he does not know. If interested in playing one, feel free to let me know and we can discuss it.
NOTE / SEEKING - All family, unless otherwise stated as deceased, are available for development as actual characters. They are all Varn, but otherwise their appearances are entirely open for interpretation. Only limitation is that their histories are tied in with Sede to at least some degree, obviously. Inquire!
Personality: Cool and collected, the lad appears a suave, silver tongued charmer. Butter would melt under his artfully crafted warmth, masking the cold self indulgent cretin that squirmed beneath. Selfish indeed, insidious and crafty - A fox in a pretty skin. Though not generally unkind he tends to lean towards arrogance, sometimes cocky in his self appraisal. He can be manipulative, but generally any harm he causes is usually a result of some round about self service rather than sinister intent. Then again, when he stands to gain the amber lad will go quite the distance towards evility. He once suffered from issues of haughtiness until he was robbed of his pedestal, now it is merely an inkling of self importance and a lowly regard for everyone elses social standing.
Likes/Dislikes:
☑ The forge, spectating arena sports, fine clothes, night time, hot baths, slender ladies, rare meat, whiskey, mulled wine, spice, strawberries, cake, the ocean, large canvases and old books.
☒ Losing, slavers, bitter flavours, overly endowed women, 'alpha dog' men, girly men, games, windy weather, gaudy colours, grapes, being restrained.
Languages spoken: Common.
Skills: Handy with a blade - well trained in the art of the sword and is a star with a piece of lead and paint.
A fantastic blacksmith, particularly excels in forging the finest blades.
Does fancy himself an artist, but keeps this fondness quiet. He was raised to consider it a craft that is beneath a son of the Varn.
The night was heavy with the biting crackle of unease, shadows buzzed with bated silences as the city slumbered uneasily by withering candlelight. A solitary creature stalked the moon painted streets, weaving between guarded posts, exploiting the seldom used alleyways of sinister drug lords and less obligatory traders. The air was ripe with the tang of fear, his gilded eyes piercing the silence with sinister intent. The gates, tall and impenetrable, standing iron giants pocked with the futile welts of sieges past. It was an impassable monolith. But there was a passage, a narrow stone corridor, dark and wretched. It ducked like a rat way under indestructible walls. It would be their downfall. One lowly guard watched it, no one knew of this tiny passage. It was insignificant, and required a key at any rate. No point wasting good men at such a petty post. The fortunate sentinel's throat was drawn with a hot knife. Like butter. The rest were tending arms, training, sleeping for the battle that would befall them within the next few days. They were waiting on allies to clinch their numbers, to promise them victory. The low, deathly click of key in lock reverberated down the tunnel that would channel hell. A long, sharp groan of rusty hinges, the shuffling rumble of many feet, the gentle singing of hushed armour and the quiet spluttering of flames and torches. Muffled but urgent conversation whispered in the night, and the bloodbath began. The nervous city was sacked in it's sleep, the ensuing battle was terrible. Red paved the roads and walls, blood tainted all. And in the crimson sunrise the struggle blazed with ringing steel and screams of agony. The dawn was filled with the chorus of the dying, screaming souls dragged into bitter open graves. And the traitor, standing on the tall shoulders of betrayal watched on through hateful eyes. He had been a son of this place, and as the city wept blood he cursed it. His brothers would not sit on the throne here, his father would not march for the crown and his family would never win the war that they had been preparing for. He had lead the wolves to the sleeping dragon's lair, where they slaughtered it as it dreamt. Because Sede the Blackhanded would not die for his father's cause, fight against the entire world for what? For honour? For a useless ring of gold? It was a fool's endeavor.
Sede the Blackhanded would survive, he would stand on the winning side.
But his father lived, the siege failed, the dragon breathed and scorched all with it's vehement flame. Treason was punishable by death, but such an escape was too good for a son of the most accomplished warlord in the land of the Varn. He was branded, stripped of title and banished to the cold bony claws of slavery. The noble boy would know shackles and shame, so help him. And by his father's cursed hand Sede was bound in his mortal form, his battle born shape denied him so that he might never know the strength of his draconic blood again.
Please note that Sede has since managed to buy himself free of the pens. These papers are no longer viable and are kept under lock and key in his personal room. They remain available only for your entertainment and information.
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________________________Basic Information________________________
Full Name: Sede Blackhand
Nickname: None
Name on Identification: Sede
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Species: Varn
________________________Physical Appearance________________________
Body Type: Lean but muscular, broad shouldered and long limbed.
Physical Markings: Left shoulder has a broad, flat burn.
Looks as a large flat (hot) piece of iron had been used to obscure a previous mark.
Physical Drawbacks: None known.
Current Infliction(s): None.
Physical Defenses: The claws on his feet are particularly sharp and viscous.
Appealing Attributes:
Pretty face and handsome black markings give the lad a rather exotic appeal.
The thin fur that coats his body is velvety to the touch and particularly warm.
Clothing: One pair of cotton harem pants, with leather gilded belt to accentuate his breeding.
Other Items:
Small, unusual knife. Long and thin, the handle barely discernible from the blade save for a leather binding.
There's no guard to separate the blade from the handle and the blade is etched with intricate swirling patterns.
Necklace with silver pendant, pendant is a golf ball sized piece of flat metal - carved with a topside
view of a dragon skull with decadent curving horns that form decorative knots that frame the piece.
Ring with a similar emblem, but badly scratched to the point that the engraving is barely discernible.
______________________________Behavior______________________________
Feral or Cultured: Cultured.
Phobias: None known.
Disorders: None known.
How do they present themselves:
Cool and calm, charming and quite warm towards figures of authority.
It is suggested that he has a nasty temper and poisonous nature beneath.
Feelings towards being owned / rented: Openly bitter, but begrudgingly appears to accept it.
Overall Attitude:
Though he appears quite the silver tongue the creature is quite malicious, and incredibly selfish.
Self service is his utmost priority, with others providing a dim and easily dismissed afterthought.
Quirks: He adores strawberries to a point that suggests addiction.
Hobbies / Interests:
He enjoys drawing and painting, but generally not in public view.
Adores a good book - particularly concerning lore and mythology.
High or Low Maintenance: High, when he can get away with it.
Diet / Allergies: Rare meats and a selection of fruits keep him strong with a soft coat.
______________________________Abilities______________________________
Language(s) Spoken: Common.
Can they Read / Write: Yes to both.
Can your character produce magic: To a degree.
In anthro form, he's almost entirely limited. However, in his feral form Sede is capable of breathing fire. The ability to change between forms is hindered by what he calls a 'blood curse', a magical bind laid upon him by his father that completely halts his ability to switch between these two forms, as such he is unable to revert into feral shape.
Talents / Skills: -
Training:
He is well trained in the use of swords and small blades such a knives.
He has also had training in arts and crafts, a seldom flaunted ability.
_______________________________Other_______________________________
Owner: None.
Previous Usage(s): None.
Has been passed from trade to trade with no real application, except for short stints as a personal guard/pretty ornament.
For Rent or to Own: Rent only (for now).
Cost: To rent: 11 gold/ 1 platinum - To own: 185 gold/ 18 platinum.
__________________________OOC Info/Notes__________________________
Availability:
Limited. I am very busy here in the real world, I am also a commissioned artist on DA, which takes up quite a bit of time. However, As far as long term RP goes I am committed. I can assure you that, even if I cannot get online as much as I'd like to, engagements between characters won't simply be dropped. I do try to get on as much as I can.
What are you looking for in a slave / slaver Roleplay:
Fun and flexibility! I do enjoy a good slave/slaver scenario and although this can be awkward with my bouts of activity I can promise that you shan't find Sede just magically appearing back in the pens after a time. If there are any issues I assure you that I will be honest, I will try to stay in touch during these bouts of activity and I will do my utmost to honor the slave/slaver relationship by giving RP priority as and when I can.
What are your allowances for your character:
He is essentially no consent, however there are limitations to this. First of all there are some inconceivable, weird scenarios that I am sure some can think of that I can't. You know? Things that are particularly off the wall and bizarre - I do ask that anything that fits this description be run by me first and I do retain my right to decline should I really not be comfortable with anything. As for damaging Sede? Shit happens. You don't need my permission to do him harm. However, I will not tolerate random mutilation. For example: Your character cannot just waltz on over and hack off a limb with no due reason what so ever. I believe this goes without saying though ...
Long Term/Short Term: -
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