Stabat Atoreus Mater
Castle Guard
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Age: 21
Kin: brother, unknown
Looks: Smooth skin the color of cream and gold. Vicious red eyes ever so slightly slanted, hardly ever widening as he is seldom surprised. Full lips always curved in the slightest smiles save when circumstance calls for being grim. Overall, he has rather smooth facial features that bear the uncanny strength accustomed to wolves and big cats. He has lean, compact muscle, making him weigh more and lift more than is expected by mere appearance alone. His back is splayed with nasty, knotted, twisting scars, like a den of snakes. Those who see them and know of such mutilations know them to be made by a whip.
Personality: Typically good natured and overall positive. He is seldom sad or grim, and even if he was, he would not show it. He stays quiet, knowing it is better to observe than to take part if he is not needed or wanted. Seldom is he ever, which makes this a good phrase to live by in the long run. He seems to know more than he implies, and a lot of people tend to be wary of him for it.
Flair: Stabat has an extremely bizarre and permanent flair, though sometimes it may fade for very tiny periods of time. His flair is that he sees everything as an alternate reality. Where one might see a bird flying in the sky, he may see an enormous mass of wriggling tentacles on fire swimming through an ocean while he stands on a purple sky. Most of the time, he cannot explain what it is that he sees normally. Somehow he is able to function in reality even though his world is completely different. He functions by assigning people to what he sees and notes the changes made by his mind. The images also seem to be affected by what is around him, such as gut instinct or sound or mood, or even subliminal body language translated from reality into very obvious imagery in his head. He has been able to defer several assassinations and crimes thanks to his ability to see people's intentions. That is what is believed to be his flair. He has no idea that his reality is different from anyone else's, and they aren't aware either for the most part. Some have hazarded a guess, but usually brush it off. For he couldn't possibly be crazy.
History: A mystery. Something too painful for him to speak of. It is rumored he killed a lot of people.
Rped by Niitari
Kin: brother, unknown
Looks: Smooth skin the color of cream and gold. Vicious red eyes ever so slightly slanted, hardly ever widening as he is seldom surprised. Full lips always curved in the slightest smiles save when circumstance calls for being grim. Overall, he has rather smooth facial features that bear the uncanny strength accustomed to wolves and big cats. He has lean, compact muscle, making him weigh more and lift more than is expected by mere appearance alone. His back is splayed with nasty, knotted, twisting scars, like a den of snakes. Those who see them and know of such mutilations know them to be made by a whip.
Personality: Typically good natured and overall positive. He is seldom sad or grim, and even if he was, he would not show it. He stays quiet, knowing it is better to observe than to take part if he is not needed or wanted. Seldom is he ever, which makes this a good phrase to live by in the long run. He seems to know more than he implies, and a lot of people tend to be wary of him for it.
Flair: Stabat has an extremely bizarre and permanent flair, though sometimes it may fade for very tiny periods of time. His flair is that he sees everything as an alternate reality. Where one might see a bird flying in the sky, he may see an enormous mass of wriggling tentacles on fire swimming through an ocean while he stands on a purple sky. Most of the time, he cannot explain what it is that he sees normally. Somehow he is able to function in reality even though his world is completely different. He functions by assigning people to what he sees and notes the changes made by his mind. The images also seem to be affected by what is around him, such as gut instinct or sound or mood, or even subliminal body language translated from reality into very obvious imagery in his head. He has been able to defer several assassinations and crimes thanks to his ability to see people's intentions. That is what is believed to be his flair. He has no idea that his reality is different from anyone else's, and they aren't aware either for the most part. Some have hazarded a guess, but usually brush it off. For he couldn't possibly be crazy.
History: A mystery. Something too painful for him to speak of. It is rumored he killed a lot of people.
Rped by Niitari
Lia Agani
Castle Guard
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Age: 20
Looks: Neat. Pale. Boney. Three words that cover the short raven-haired woman's physical appearance. The seemingly frail and underfed castle guard has quite the looks if it weren't for her paleness and her fragile-looking body frame. Since her youth she has trained herself to mask all her emotions with a cold poker face.
Personality: Lia usually strikes others as a cold, uncaring female, as her face never reveals any of her emotions, nor is she one for much words. She prefers to be alone most of the time, often finding other people's presence noisy and sometimes slightly annoying. She in't one without a heart though, and does have a sense of selflessness when it comes to protecting the castle and fulfilling her duty.
Oddities: Lia is deaf in her left ear, a result of wounding herself when training while she was using her flair. The wound was discovered to late, thus leaving a permanent affect on her. Whenever other people talk to her, Lia would tilt her right side towards them in order to hear better.
Flair: Lia is able to dull her sense of pain for a certain amount of time, depending on how deep and serious the wound is. If she pushes herself too much, though, this flair has its drawbacks; she may fall unconscious for a long period of time and disable herself, its seriousness ranging from inability to move one of her hands for weeks to resting in bed for months.
History: Other than the fact that she was trained by her father to become a guard, not much else is known about her past. Lia doesn't like mentioning it, so it is generally assumed that it was unpleasant enough for her to lock her past away.
Rped by Kshi
Looks: Neat. Pale. Boney. Three words that cover the short raven-haired woman's physical appearance. The seemingly frail and underfed castle guard has quite the looks if it weren't for her paleness and her fragile-looking body frame. Since her youth she has trained herself to mask all her emotions with a cold poker face.
Personality: Lia usually strikes others as a cold, uncaring female, as her face never reveals any of her emotions, nor is she one for much words. She prefers to be alone most of the time, often finding other people's presence noisy and sometimes slightly annoying. She in't one without a heart though, and does have a sense of selflessness when it comes to protecting the castle and fulfilling her duty.
Oddities: Lia is deaf in her left ear, a result of wounding herself when training while she was using her flair. The wound was discovered to late, thus leaving a permanent affect on her. Whenever other people talk to her, Lia would tilt her right side towards them in order to hear better.
Flair: Lia is able to dull her sense of pain for a certain amount of time, depending on how deep and serious the wound is. If she pushes herself too much, though, this flair has its drawbacks; she may fall unconscious for a long period of time and disable herself, its seriousness ranging from inability to move one of her hands for weeks to resting in bed for months.
History: Other than the fact that she was trained by her father to become a guard, not much else is known about her past. Lia doesn't like mentioning it, so it is generally assumed that it was unpleasant enough for her to lock her past away.
Rped by Kshi