Post by Folie on Feb 25, 2011 9:14:10 GMT -5
Player Name: Shinigami
Contact info: AIM: Aiko Namika, Email: safith (at) mindspring (dot) com
Years of Rping: 10-ish!
Name: Folie
Age: Really fricken’ old
Gender: Apparently male-ish
Bloodline: Sidhe
Preferred mantel (pick three): Firefly, Luna Moth, Flamingo
Court Preference: Seelie
Appearance: White. Bright, glowing white. Folie appears to possess little to no natural pigment in his body – his skin is white, his hair is white, his eyes are white. Really, it could get rather monotonous after a while, but he doesn’t seem to ever complain about it all that much and he hasn’t yet heard anyone else complain. Well, he probably has, but it wasn’t as if he was paying all that much attention to it. The only color that he regularly boasts is blood-red on his lips, a color that isn’t natural in the least. He paints them with some sort of pigment, but what exactly that paint is…well, that likely best left unknown, hm?
Folie doesn’t look exactly like a standard Sidhe – his ears are more obviously pointed, his eyes are white from lid to lid. Of course, he’s got the usual aura of the ethereal about him, but even that seems somehow odd. While quick to smile, and usually light-hearted, there’s always something about him that looks a little off. Maybe it’s just the crazy shining through his appearance the same way his Sidhe glow does.
Despite declaring himself male, Folie is extremely androgynous in appearance. He’s much smaller than the average Faerie, barely reaching five feet in height, and built somewhere along the lines of an acrobat: slim, muscled, with nimble limbs capable of all sorts of physical deeds. His face rides the line between delicately feminine and boyish, and it probably helps that his eyes aren’t generally big and dewy. He still manages the occasional bout of puppy-eyes though, which is just odd from someone with no irises or pupils. His hair is straight and hip-length, and just as white as the rest of him. There’s an odd crystalline appearance to it every now and then, though, almost as if it were made of fiber-optic cable.
In terms of clothing, he seems to enjoy continuing the theme of his natural coloring, so it’s very rare that he’ll wear anything other than white. The actual style of that clothing, however, seems to vary wildly depending on whatever he feels like. From white jeans and a t-shirt to Victorian dresses, he’s likely to wear it all. No matter what it is that he wears, however, he always sport at least one piece of jewelry: a golden ankh, held about his neck by a white leather cord.
Personality: He is insane. There are no two ways about it. Perhaps there’s some sort of classification for his insanity, some sort of medical term to describe what is apparently wrong with him, but he’s never held still long enough for anyone to settle a description on him aside from “bugfuck nuts.”
Usually this expresses itself as an affable sort of crazy; he generally appears mostly harmless, inclined toward harmless, silly antics intended to entertain himself and others. He’s spent a month with plush bunny ears attached to his head (through no fault of his own), lead popcorn attacks across the Court, and took over the Kingship for a grand total of three days when a former King of the Seelie Court was on vacation. He cuddled with an assassin and spent hours following her around, occasionally pulling her from her duties to play with him. He makes loud declarations about how he’s a seahorse and happens to be drowning on dry land, or about how the stars are talking to him. All in all, he usually seems to be an oddly charming crazy idiot, with a propensity for attracting guardians in the strangest of places.
Occasionally, however, he decides that the voices in his head want blood; or maybe it’s just that he himself wants blood. Perhaps he doesn’t even entirely compute the idea of suffering as anything more than another game to be played. Societal norms have never been particularly easy for him to understand. His actions at times like that are equally unpredictable, but as to who will end up injured…that’s another story.
Despite being an ancient Sidhe, Folie has never really evidenced any thirst for power, aside from his three-day Kingship. He seems content to allow the world to go on about him and simply watch it for entertainment value.
History: In the beginning, there was nothing; and then God said, “Let there be Light,” and there was. Or perhaps in the beginning there was a Big Bang, and everything exploded into existence all at once. Or perhaps a foundling spark was created in a thunderstorm during the birth of the planet, and found itself lost and alone. Or perhaps… Whatever the story, in the beginning of the world, a shard of light went astray. That shard of light eventually ended up on Earth, and was cast into various roles by the developing creatures of the planet. Light-bringer, Sun God, what-have-you; eventually the light took a shape of its own that it liked well enough, and a name that it enjoyed, and so Folie was born.
Or perhaps that’s all a crock of shit, and he was born as any other Fae. He certainly isn’t telling.
Throughout the millennia, Folie has returned to Alanor time and time again. Like all the others, he is no native of that realm, but he has seen it grow and evolve as few others had. He remembers the old Queens, and the rulers that followed them; the war between the Courts that lead to the Seelie ruling for so long, and the insurrection that freed the Unseelie once again. He was lucky to be away when Alanor was imploded, destroying everything there and killing all of the Fae who happened to be trapped inside. Folie saw the time of the Temeril, Seditir, and Ataxian Courts, as well as the short adventure in New York City before they were once again returned to a restored Alanor.
He has now been away from the Realm for a very long time, but he has apparently decided that it is high time that he return. He’s back, he’s back, watch out!
Contact info: AIM: Aiko Namika, Email: safith (at) mindspring (dot) com
Years of Rping: 10-ish!
Name: Folie
Age: Really fricken’ old
Gender: Apparently male-ish
Bloodline: Sidhe
Preferred mantel (pick three): Firefly, Luna Moth, Flamingo
Court Preference: Seelie
Appearance: White. Bright, glowing white. Folie appears to possess little to no natural pigment in his body – his skin is white, his hair is white, his eyes are white. Really, it could get rather monotonous after a while, but he doesn’t seem to ever complain about it all that much and he hasn’t yet heard anyone else complain. Well, he probably has, but it wasn’t as if he was paying all that much attention to it. The only color that he regularly boasts is blood-red on his lips, a color that isn’t natural in the least. He paints them with some sort of pigment, but what exactly that paint is…well, that likely best left unknown, hm?
Folie doesn’t look exactly like a standard Sidhe – his ears are more obviously pointed, his eyes are white from lid to lid. Of course, he’s got the usual aura of the ethereal about him, but even that seems somehow odd. While quick to smile, and usually light-hearted, there’s always something about him that looks a little off. Maybe it’s just the crazy shining through his appearance the same way his Sidhe glow does.
Despite declaring himself male, Folie is extremely androgynous in appearance. He’s much smaller than the average Faerie, barely reaching five feet in height, and built somewhere along the lines of an acrobat: slim, muscled, with nimble limbs capable of all sorts of physical deeds. His face rides the line between delicately feminine and boyish, and it probably helps that his eyes aren’t generally big and dewy. He still manages the occasional bout of puppy-eyes though, which is just odd from someone with no irises or pupils. His hair is straight and hip-length, and just as white as the rest of him. There’s an odd crystalline appearance to it every now and then, though, almost as if it were made of fiber-optic cable.
In terms of clothing, he seems to enjoy continuing the theme of his natural coloring, so it’s very rare that he’ll wear anything other than white. The actual style of that clothing, however, seems to vary wildly depending on whatever he feels like. From white jeans and a t-shirt to Victorian dresses, he’s likely to wear it all. No matter what it is that he wears, however, he always sport at least one piece of jewelry: a golden ankh, held about his neck by a white leather cord.
Personality: He is insane. There are no two ways about it. Perhaps there’s some sort of classification for his insanity, some sort of medical term to describe what is apparently wrong with him, but he’s never held still long enough for anyone to settle a description on him aside from “bugfuck nuts.”
Usually this expresses itself as an affable sort of crazy; he generally appears mostly harmless, inclined toward harmless, silly antics intended to entertain himself and others. He’s spent a month with plush bunny ears attached to his head (through no fault of his own), lead popcorn attacks across the Court, and took over the Kingship for a grand total of three days when a former King of the Seelie Court was on vacation. He cuddled with an assassin and spent hours following her around, occasionally pulling her from her duties to play with him. He makes loud declarations about how he’s a seahorse and happens to be drowning on dry land, or about how the stars are talking to him. All in all, he usually seems to be an oddly charming crazy idiot, with a propensity for attracting guardians in the strangest of places.
Occasionally, however, he decides that the voices in his head want blood; or maybe it’s just that he himself wants blood. Perhaps he doesn’t even entirely compute the idea of suffering as anything more than another game to be played. Societal norms have never been particularly easy for him to understand. His actions at times like that are equally unpredictable, but as to who will end up injured…that’s another story.
Despite being an ancient Sidhe, Folie has never really evidenced any thirst for power, aside from his three-day Kingship. He seems content to allow the world to go on about him and simply watch it for entertainment value.
History: In the beginning, there was nothing; and then God said, “Let there be Light,” and there was. Or perhaps in the beginning there was a Big Bang, and everything exploded into existence all at once. Or perhaps a foundling spark was created in a thunderstorm during the birth of the planet, and found itself lost and alone. Or perhaps… Whatever the story, in the beginning of the world, a shard of light went astray. That shard of light eventually ended up on Earth, and was cast into various roles by the developing creatures of the planet. Light-bringer, Sun God, what-have-you; eventually the light took a shape of its own that it liked well enough, and a name that it enjoyed, and so Folie was born.
Or perhaps that’s all a crock of shit, and he was born as any other Fae. He certainly isn’t telling.
Throughout the millennia, Folie has returned to Alanor time and time again. Like all the others, he is no native of that realm, but he has seen it grow and evolve as few others had. He remembers the old Queens, and the rulers that followed them; the war between the Courts that lead to the Seelie ruling for so long, and the insurrection that freed the Unseelie once again. He was lucky to be away when Alanor was imploded, destroying everything there and killing all of the Fae who happened to be trapped inside. Folie saw the time of the Temeril, Seditir, and Ataxian Courts, as well as the short adventure in New York City before they were once again returned to a restored Alanor.
He has now been away from the Realm for a very long time, but he has apparently decided that it is high time that he return. He’s back, he’s back, watch out!
