Post by Ankou on Mar 30, 2011 20:34:52 GMT -5
Player Name: Verbyl
Contact info(e-mail, screen name, etc): Murron.Is.Da.Shizz@Gmail.com
*Years of Rping: 7
Name: Ankou
*Age: Several hundreds of years
Gender: Male
Bloodline: Sidhe
Preferred mantel (pick three): Black swan, Rüppell's Vulture, Pied Crow
Court Preference: Unseelie
Appearance: You'll rarely see Ankou's face; it's hidden by a mask much like one you might see at a masquerade or as a costume. It's black, with a large 'beak' for the nose, with fluff around the edges. Underneath, his skin is pale but still lively, though of late it's begun to develop a waxy look, but being a sidhe, there's no denying he isn't handsome. In fact, in spite of everything, he looks to be a benevolent person, with kind eyes, though his mouth is generally pursed in a look of extreme displeasure.
Speaking of his eyes, however, they're very nearly all black, with just a small outlining of yellow to add any spark to it. His hair is purple in some lights, bluish in others, and of indeterminate length- it seems to change constantly. Not that you're going to see it often, since he wears a long, beige cloak over himself when in public places, or at the very least the mortal world. Otherwise, he wears immaculate satin suits, all black in coloration, with ivory gloves and ruffled neckties, held together generally with ruby pins. He's one for decadence and opulence, and has generally kept up with the mortal world's visions of wealth, excluding being fat.
Still, even with his love of laziness, he's very lithe, with wiry muscles that allow him to go on... and on... Think Energizer Bunny, but in human form. Humanoid, at least. He's capable of speed normal for a sidhe, average strength but incredible endurance.
His nails are long and curved, black as if from rot or ancient blood, and are easily the ugliest part of him. They're bony, with the colour of chalk, and in fact actually look chalky. At times, they can match his face, which often pales during times of excitement.
Personality: Ankou is laid-back upon first meeting, very mellow and calm. Upon second meeting, he's a bit anxious-seeming, perhaps a bit edgy. Fast-forward ten or so meetings, and he seems down-right demented compared to his first impression.
See, he loves killing- or at least loved it. As of late, he seems rather weary of it. He can get lost in memories of long-ago battles where he helped kill both sides, in tales of carnage and mutilation. He is not a lustful sidhe, instead a warmongering one that longs for a battle between Seelie and Unseelie. He longs for violence and discord, and for the right price will help spread it... But he's also torn between his loyalty to his king, and as such aspires to be King Cel's right-hand man, though it's an unlikely prospect at the moment.
Somehow, there's still a comforting aspect to him, and he truly is a good person, but years of being brought up around battle have warped him, making him a shadow of his once-kind self. It's not helped by the phase he went through, where he ate the still-warm hearts of those he killed.
*History: In the early days, he was many things- a kindly traveler, a god, but his favorite was the persona of the Grim Reaper, and he received his name from a variant of such a creature- the ankou. He was a banshee, wailing mournfully outside of houses with sick people in them, then killing said sick people; a bean-nighe, washing the clothes of soon-to-die soldiers that he usually ended up killing himself; even a mercenary for hire, as un-fae as that seems.
In those days, he carried around a scythe as a joke, and if you search his quarters or find him in a quirky mood he'll be carrying it around. It was his main form of killing, though he would poison or magically kill humans. He preyed upon the weak, the ill, the young, the old, the healthy- he did not discriminate between gender or race. At first, he had a very definite goal- eliminate everyone non-fae- but eventually it became a habit, and then a self-imposed chore. Humans multiplied far too fast for that to be feasible anymore.
He was not a harsh person, and at times spent long hours unseen, murmuring comforting words that, unknown to him, ravaged the minds of those hearing it. In the end, he stopped, especially once the image of the Grim Reaper- in reality, not quite so grim- became... funny. Ankou retreated to his homeworld, the place where he had been born, though he was not exactly native to it.
Contact info(e-mail, screen name, etc): Murron.Is.Da.Shizz@Gmail.com
*Years of Rping: 7
Name: Ankou
*Age: Several hundreds of years
Gender: Male
Bloodline: Sidhe
Preferred mantel (pick three): Black swan, Rüppell's Vulture, Pied Crow
Court Preference: Unseelie
Appearance: You'll rarely see Ankou's face; it's hidden by a mask much like one you might see at a masquerade or as a costume. It's black, with a large 'beak' for the nose, with fluff around the edges. Underneath, his skin is pale but still lively, though of late it's begun to develop a waxy look, but being a sidhe, there's no denying he isn't handsome. In fact, in spite of everything, he looks to be a benevolent person, with kind eyes, though his mouth is generally pursed in a look of extreme displeasure.
Speaking of his eyes, however, they're very nearly all black, with just a small outlining of yellow to add any spark to it. His hair is purple in some lights, bluish in others, and of indeterminate length- it seems to change constantly. Not that you're going to see it often, since he wears a long, beige cloak over himself when in public places, or at the very least the mortal world. Otherwise, he wears immaculate satin suits, all black in coloration, with ivory gloves and ruffled neckties, held together generally with ruby pins. He's one for decadence and opulence, and has generally kept up with the mortal world's visions of wealth, excluding being fat.
Still, even with his love of laziness, he's very lithe, with wiry muscles that allow him to go on... and on... Think Energizer Bunny, but in human form. Humanoid, at least. He's capable of speed normal for a sidhe, average strength but incredible endurance.
His nails are long and curved, black as if from rot or ancient blood, and are easily the ugliest part of him. They're bony, with the colour of chalk, and in fact actually look chalky. At times, they can match his face, which often pales during times of excitement.
Personality: Ankou is laid-back upon first meeting, very mellow and calm. Upon second meeting, he's a bit anxious-seeming, perhaps a bit edgy. Fast-forward ten or so meetings, and he seems down-right demented compared to his first impression.
See, he loves killing- or at least loved it. As of late, he seems rather weary of it. He can get lost in memories of long-ago battles where he helped kill both sides, in tales of carnage and mutilation. He is not a lustful sidhe, instead a warmongering one that longs for a battle between Seelie and Unseelie. He longs for violence and discord, and for the right price will help spread it... But he's also torn between his loyalty to his king, and as such aspires to be King Cel's right-hand man, though it's an unlikely prospect at the moment.
Somehow, there's still a comforting aspect to him, and he truly is a good person, but years of being brought up around battle have warped him, making him a shadow of his once-kind self. It's not helped by the phase he went through, where he ate the still-warm hearts of those he killed.
*History: In the early days, he was many things- a kindly traveler, a god, but his favorite was the persona of the Grim Reaper, and he received his name from a variant of such a creature- the ankou. He was a banshee, wailing mournfully outside of houses with sick people in them, then killing said sick people; a bean-nighe, washing the clothes of soon-to-die soldiers that he usually ended up killing himself; even a mercenary for hire, as un-fae as that seems.
In those days, he carried around a scythe as a joke, and if you search his quarters or find him in a quirky mood he'll be carrying it around. It was his main form of killing, though he would poison or magically kill humans. He preyed upon the weak, the ill, the young, the old, the healthy- he did not discriminate between gender or race. At first, he had a very definite goal- eliminate everyone non-fae- but eventually it became a habit, and then a self-imposed chore. Humans multiplied far too fast for that to be feasible anymore.
He was not a harsh person, and at times spent long hours unseen, murmuring comforting words that, unknown to him, ravaged the minds of those hearing it. In the end, he stopped, especially once the image of the Grim Reaper- in reality, not quite so grim- became... funny. Ankou retreated to his homeworld, the place where he had been born, though he was not exactly native to it.
