Ichor S. Z-Rotburn

-BASIC INFORMATION-

NAME : Ichor Solstice Zodiac-Rotburn
AGE : 48
BIRTHDAY : 3rd September 1973
ORIENTATION : Bisexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Single
BLOOD STATUS : Pureblood (half Enwot)
POSITION APPLYING FOR : Innkeeper of Hexen Haven

-PHYSICAL INFORMATION-

What color are their eyes, hair and skin? : Greyish blue orbs, dark brunette hair, tanned skin with lots of scars.

How do they dress? : Trench coat and hat when moving from one place to another. Button up shirt, breaches in tall dragon skin boots.

Do they wear makeup? : No way in hell.

Height? : Tall with broad shoulders.

Do they resemble any family members? : A bit of his father, but he doesn't know the man.

What is their best physical feature? : His scars, he can intimidate mostly anyone with them.

What is their most flawed physical feature? : His scars...

-FAMILY INFORMATION-

Where are they from? : Nowhere, wherever he travels is home.

Describe their past history : Born into the Zodiac family and raised by his mother, Ichor never knew who his father was -only that the man had gone crazed. As a young child a strange man came upon him named Phyr and stole him away to subjugate him to the ways of the Wotten. Ichor was forced to mate with a womb of chaos twice, and gained two sons; Faelynn and Kadeth. Kept as a slave and beaten, Ichor remained passive and submissive to the Ensav Emperor until his first born son retaliated and was punished severely for it. Ichor freed his resistant son and together they fled the Wotten.

Ichor raised Faelynn the best he could in a shack in the woods and taught the boy how to hunt like a wizard (which was sport when he himself was raised by his strong mother). He never went back to the Zodiac mansion for fear of Phyr's wrath on him. Years later they were hunted down by a Wotten party of scavengers lead by his second son Kadeth. It was unfortunate that he lost his second son who was brought down by Faelynn, but they escaped alive and well.

Since then they keep constant travels and dipping into the only sort of work they know how to do. Smuggling, and bounty hunting.

Now, after receiving word from his son, Ichor has purchased an abandoned building and remodeled it to suit the purposes of Britain's dark wizards. Together with his son, they hope to find a foothold in England and help the dark community rise again.

Who are their parents? : Melbern Leo Rotburn and Mystique Zodiac

Do they have siblings? : No

Do they have any children? : Yes

Is their any history of mental illness in their family : He isn't sure, but from what his mother said when he was a child, he might inherit his father's mental illnesses.

-PERSONAL INFORMATION-

What do they hate? : Large crowds, touching others, talkative people.

What do they love? : Silence, the woods, successful in a hunt.

What can they not live without? : The need to look after his son Faelynn.

Have they ever been in love? : Close, but he never acts on it, afraid that Phyr will find him and destroy what little he has left in life.

What is their most traumatic memory? : Mating with the womb of chaos.

What is their happiest memory? : Raising his son.

Describe their personality : Strong, quite, resourceful, watchful, understanding.

What would be a stranger's first impression of them? : Didn't even notice he was there!

How would you, the writer, describe them? : A parent who has suffered throughout their childhood and watched the death of his second son.

Any special magical abilities? : unregistered wolf animagus.

Any special skills? : Great haggler, excellent hunter, can do anything hands on: smelt, tan, cook, clean... very self-sufficient man.







Current Occupation : Innkeeper

Where did they go to school? : No school, self taught.

Was school a good time for them? Describe their school life : N/A

Did they have a lot of friends? : N/A

Have they worked previously? If so, where? : Yes, and he still does underground trafficking and hunts bounties for cash on the side.

Writer's Name: Ichor Solstice Zodiac-Rotburn

Roleplaying Sample: It isn't the fierce winds tearing at the fabric of his trench coat, or the distant howling of werewolves searching to maim victims, it's the dying light in the stones of his bracelet that set a deep unease within him. This powerful talisman was created to keep track of his son, communicate, and port to each other. For it to dim such as this? Something terrible must be happening!

Ichor seizes the long staff by the entrance of the tent. He steps out from the circular wards, his knuckles white for clenching so hard. Then, with one last glance to make sure his camp is completely hidden, he activates the bracelet's portkey properties. Instantly there is a familiar hook behind the navel, sucking him inward and away...