Post by Faelynn Lux Zodiac-Rotburn on Nov 3, 2014 10:58:17 GMT
NAME : Faelynn Lux Rotburn
AGE : 25
BIRTHDAY : October 31, 1996
ORIENTATION : Bisexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Single
BLOOD STATUS : Pureblood
POSITION APPLYING FOR : Mercenary/Bounty Hunter, gets jobs through ministries.
What color are their eyes, hair and skin? : Blue grey eyes, dark hair –almost black & in thin long dreads, pale skin.
How do they dress? : magical-creature leathers, style on the mercenary/steampunk
Do they wear makeup? : No, he’s just naturally sexy ;P
Height? : 5’11
Do they resemble any family members? : A bit of his father’s features.
What is their best physical feature? : His androgynous face.
What is their most flawed physical feature? : He’s a hermaphrodite whose magic developed both sides equally without defects, but to most –hermies are horrible abominations.
Where are they from? : Missouri
Describe their past history : Faelynn was born and raised in the Wotten by his father. After his brother was born, they were both forced to undergo the Enwot Coming of Age ritual and chose one of their sacred deities to give their souls to. Faelynn refuses and is locked away in the temple and beaten into submission. There in the cells he was kept to be tortured for his insolence when between lapses he heard the voice of a god call out to him and the one known as Dreams or ‘the little Death’, a forgotten deity, soothes Faelynn’s pains and gives him the ability of soulmagic for nothing but to use this newfound gift which was stolen from the god of Death. Coming out of this strange dream, Faelynn woke to find his father breaking him out of chains. They decide to escape and end up killing several Enwotes on their way out of the Wotten.
Years later Faelynn and his father travel constantly across the world taking mercenary jobs from whatever ministries will hire them and bootlegging materials in the underground wizarding market. From time to time an Enwot search party will find them and engage in battle, Faelynn went up against his own brother Kadeth who uses his priestly skills to curse Faelynn. Enraged Faelynn completely destroys his brother's body, but is disgusted with himself and doesn't devour Kadeth's soul -instead leaving it to wander the earth.
Who are their parents? : Ichor Solstice Rotburn and a Womb of Chaos
Do they have siblings? : Yes
Do they have any children? : No, but maybe someday soon.
Is their any history of mental illness in their family : Yes
What do they hate? : The sound of musical mistakes, having to fake using a wand since he favors a blasting rod, the horizon on an ocean, memories from the Wotten, and the curse placed upon him.
What do they love? : The scent of a forest after the rain, collecting bones from corpses, a cup of warm coffee or tea, the taste of blood from his enemies, the performing and creative arts, erotica horror novels, and children.
What can they not live without? : A calming moment to meditate.
Have they ever been in love? : No, though he considers himself a jaded romantic.
What is their most traumatic memory? : Being kept as an Enwot slave.
What is their happiest memory? : Leaving the Wotten.
Describe their personality: Considerate, protective, possessive, territorial, yearning, friendly, unforgiving, and shows leadership.
What would be a stranger's first impression of them? : Interesting and charming fellow.
How would you, the writer, describe them? : Seduces the masses and when that doesn’t work, devours their souls.
Any special magical abilities? : Soulmagic.
Any special skills? : Keen tracker and quick reflexes.
Current Occupation : Mercenary
Where did they go to school? : None
Was school a good time for them? Describe their school life : None
Did they have a lot of friends? : No
Have they worked previously? If so, where? : Always a mercenary.
Writer's Name: Faelynn Lux Zodiac-Rotburn
Roleplaying Sample: Hot liquid poured from the end of a porcelain pitcher and into the teacup resting out of place, upon a stack of luggage. Filled only halfway, pale hands with six digits set down the bubbling teakettle and spell the spoon residing in the sugar bowl to dump two lumps before stirring itself. The little saucer of milk quivers and tosses its contents into the drink and disappears to repack itself. Shooing away the overzealous spoon, the lazy male raises the cup up and sips… A sigh slips out from between wetted lips and Faelynn takes in a deep breath of the forest scents as he gazes out at the landscape from under an awning, the tent behind him covering himself perched on a collapsible chair. He hooks an ankle over a knee and grins, those lids drooping in content as the chirping of birds sing a twittering melody. All his things are packed and ready to go, yet he waits for Ichor, his father, to return and finish his own portion of taking down the campsite. It was time to leave, there’s another job for them to do…
