Steel upon stone IP: 99.241.85.151 Posted on June 25, 2013 at 09:01:28 PM by Matt
*Name: Fael
*Biological sex: Male
*Appearance (include eye/skin/hair colour): Fael stands at six feet nine inches in height with a strong barrel chest and muscular arms that speak of hours spent at a forge. As a fairy, he is lithe in facial structure though more thickly set than most. His eyes are a deep charcoal brown, nearly black though they sometimes lighten if he wears brighter colors. His hair is most often tied back in a ponytail, running down past his shoulders in long flowing black locks. He has type 3 skin tone.
*Defects (only required if the character has any): Fael has scars from hours at the forge.
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Personality: The blacksmith isn't easily friendly with other folk unless he really gets off with them right away. He often secludes himself from conversation with others, but can be friendly if you get past his gruff exterior. Fael is a stubborn soul, often sticking to what he sees as the best route in life. But you'll not find a better friend once he is close enough to you. His greatest weakness is his self-esteem. Fael often finds himself self-doubting, even when all others tell him otherwise. The only thing he has total faith in his crafting ability.
History: Fael McDonough was born to two human parents of humble origin, John and Mary, in a small village bordering the wilds of Ireland in the early High Middle Ages in a parallel Earth. Living as a poor blacksmith, John taught his son the tools of his trade and he lived a simple life. Fael was very ordinary and thought his life to be nothing special or exemplary for the travelling bards to sing about. He never dreamt of becoming a knight or adventuring to see kings and queens. All he wanted was his humble existence as a blacksmith. He stayed in his small hamlet for many years, working as the only metal worker in town. Many of the people were thrilled to have someone working the shoes, hoes and other tools needed to farm the ground. Fael's preference was almost always swords. Longswords, daggers, zweihanders, bastard blades. Blades were his craft and blades he always sold to the passing merchant or travelling knight.
Fael grew older in years, watching his parents die of famine and his town wither away from a bad crop failure. Soon, everyone left but him, still working away at his post and waiting for his food and luck to run out. But one morning, he walked out, half-dead from starvation and lack of water and found a glowing light on the border of the town. He wandered dazed towards it and suddenly found himself falling a great distance. He landed in Shaman, without a clue where he was. Now he searches Shaman, trying to find if someone has any answers for him as to why his form has changed in such a strange manner.
Sample post:
*He was hunting, as he always was. Viktor was out on the prowl through the moon-lit nights of Stygia's city streets. It was easier to blend in here. Easier to simply vanish into a dark alleyway with your prey and take them into your sweet, intoxicating embrace that caused so many captures simply melt into your arms for want of more. It was the drug-riddled bite that gave many of those victims a feeling of euphoria and made them almost beg for more as it happened.
Viktor had a gift too. A gift to control and to persuade. His simple touch would often soften his prey towards him just before he pulled them away, keeping them from screaming or yelling. It was simple pleasures like this that kept him going. Being able to feast on prey and not be disturbed. He never interfered in business regarding the Celestials and he was happy to note that the Angels were not disturbing of him. So far, he hadn't even made any deals with demons recently.
He just kept to himself and did what he did best.
Hunt.
He stalked the night, his nose sniffing the air for some fresh blood. He'd been tracking this one for a while. He couldn't quite tell what it was. Human perhaps, though it was a tad too sweet. He suspected it to be more than that. Shifter perhaps. Or some other form of mystical creature. Oh now that would be a treat. A tasty treat indeed.
If it was a Shifter and she was female, he had even more plans for them. His lips curved into a charming smile as he roved deeper into the dark expanse of the night. The night called to him and he could almost feel the blood pulsing through the veins of those who walked by him. Ah, had to love the night. It was a bloody good night too with the moon so full and the environment warm with rich sights and sounds.
He quite enjoyed it here. If only he could find what he was looking for, to make it all the more enjoyable. If only he had someone to keep with him and make his cold nights a little warmer. Vampires, after all, were creatures of desire as much as the next if not more so.
His eyes flashed red as he continued to stalk his prey. His blonde hair was hidden beneath a black fedora and his pale skin in a dark jacket in order to stay as hidden as possible. For now, anyway.
Once he was close enough, it wouldn't really matter.*
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