Post by Kaito on Jun 3, 2010 14:30:30 GMT -8
"Some people paint with pigments. Others, with music and words."
True Name: Kai Tianus Fiera
Nickname(s): Kaito
Age: 123
Date of Birth:
Sexuality: Bisexual (but rarely interested in females)
Kith: Bardic Muse
Abilities: Bardic Charm
Loyalty: Fae
Status/Occupation: Painter
Appearance: Tiny. He looks somewhat like a fairy, even though he's a muse. He has pale blue hair with icy white skin. His eyes are a striking electric blue, and they seem to dance all of the time. He wears standard black pants and a blue piece of cloth that wraps around his neck and shoulders, hanging down his back to his butt. When he's travelling, he has a tan shoulder bag with him that contains his flute and a few paint supplies.
Personality: Lively. Even for a Muse, he is quite active and all over the place. He doesn't come across as annoyingly hyper, though. Just a little adamant. Like any good artist, he is very overdramatic. Also, you can't help but love him. Even if you want to hate him, you can't. Only those immune to Bardic influence can say no to his charm.
History: Kaito comes from an uncharacteristically large family. He has five sisters, who all live with their mother in the Mound. They all have different fathers, since his mother has a bit of a riotous way of living. He adores his family though, and checks in on them regularly. He is the only one of his siblings to be a pureblood Muse. He is very talented when it comes to painting, even for a Muse. It is his true calling, though he exceeds at all forms of art. Music is his second best ability, with the harp and flute as his primary instruments. His works are so good that he has painted for the royals before, and several members of the high council.
Roleplay Sample:
Kaito sighed, folding his arms in front of his chest and pretending to listen to the conversation of the table where he was seated. Once again he found himself on the wrong side of that dreadful Wall, hiding amongst the Mortals who had the nerve to build it in the first place. They made him sick, but he would never show it. He just smiled his perfect smile, flashing the others with his bardic charm. He had had to use his flute just to get a meal in this rotten city, the heart of the humans' monstrosity that they called their kingdom. No matter. Mortals were just too easy to trick; he had barely had to use any magic on these pathetic merchants to get them to buy him some lunch.
Still, all this talk of how much more gold one merchant had made than the other and the value of silk was boring him. He stretched, rising from the table and nodding at the big burly man who had paid for his meal. He hardly even seemed to notice. He just shook his head, pulling his hood up over his snowy white head of hair, helping to hide his true identity. Things had gotten so much looser now that the Fae Council was practically nonexistent, but he knew that he should still be careful. He stepped outside, blinking away the sunlight.
'I've got to get out more,' he thought to himself.
He walked a good distance away from the inn, leaning on the wall of a random shop and pulling his flute from his bag. He smiled down at it, gently bringing it to his lips and beginning to play.