Post by Jaybird on May 19, 2010 22:19:36 GMT -8
Name: Geert Khay
Nickname(s): Winter Fox, Winter, Nightingale (Song of the Heroes only)
Age: 19
Date of Birth: August 17
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Breed: Fae: Mammalian Changeling with arctic fox influence
Abilities: Immunity to Cold, Canidae Speech (Can speak to members of the Canidae family)
Loyalty: Song of the Heroes
Status/Occupation: Second in Command to Rodi
Personality: Deep, Prefers non-magical healing, Perceptive, Loves sex. Seems very innocent, is actually anything but. Uses his good looks and cunning personality to score with women. Is a master actor and can hold any expression he chooses to perfectly. Very good at gambling and loves playing people for all they're worth, in more ways than one.
Appearance: Rather tall and thin, though well muscled. About six foot, very tall for his species. Has loose white hair down to his jaw line, deep bronze eyes, and tanned skin. Usually wears all black clothes in a military design, a black belt to fasten his sword to his shoulder, and leather gauntlets and boots. His fingernails are pointed and overlong, quite like claws. Has white tufts on the ends of his slightly tapered ears, that blend in with his hair so you can't see. Handsome with sharp, defined features. Built for running, very skilled with fighting. Can look innocent to a nearly frightening degree.
History:
Once upon a time he was Laydon’s cousin, and while Laydon no longer remembers him, Winter has vague snatches of Laydon from his past. At only six years of age, he was stolen into the land of the Fae, seduced and trapped by a single grape and a separate world. Eventually Winter grew to love the Fae, but he never stopped loving the humans. Because of this, the war was beginning to tear him apart, and eventually forced him to choose a side. Winter found a home among the Song of the Heroes thanks to Rodi, who had protected him in a time of need, and had eventually become a prominent figure in his life. Only Rodi had earned his respects as a leader and Winter protects him as if he were his blood brother.
Nickname(s): Winter Fox, Winter, Nightingale (Song of the Heroes only)
Age: 19
Date of Birth: August 17
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Breed: Fae: Mammalian Changeling with arctic fox influence
Abilities: Immunity to Cold, Canidae Speech (Can speak to members of the Canidae family)
Loyalty: Song of the Heroes
Status/Occupation: Second in Command to Rodi
Personality: Deep, Prefers non-magical healing, Perceptive, Loves sex. Seems very innocent, is actually anything but. Uses his good looks and cunning personality to score with women. Is a master actor and can hold any expression he chooses to perfectly. Very good at gambling and loves playing people for all they're worth, in more ways than one.
Appearance: Rather tall and thin, though well muscled. About six foot, very tall for his species. Has loose white hair down to his jaw line, deep bronze eyes, and tanned skin. Usually wears all black clothes in a military design, a black belt to fasten his sword to his shoulder, and leather gauntlets and boots. His fingernails are pointed and overlong, quite like claws. Has white tufts on the ends of his slightly tapered ears, that blend in with his hair so you can't see. Handsome with sharp, defined features. Built for running, very skilled with fighting. Can look innocent to a nearly frightening degree.
History:
Once upon a time he was Laydon’s cousin, and while Laydon no longer remembers him, Winter has vague snatches of Laydon from his past. At only six years of age, he was stolen into the land of the Fae, seduced and trapped by a single grape and a separate world. Eventually Winter grew to love the Fae, but he never stopped loving the humans. Because of this, the war was beginning to tear him apart, and eventually forced him to choose a side. Winter found a home among the Song of the Heroes thanks to Rodi, who had protected him in a time of need, and had eventually become a prominent figure in his life. Only Rodi had earned his respects as a leader and Winter protects him as if he were his blood brother.
Role-play Sample:
Winter lifted a long, thing hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he paused in his snowy trek. The world around him seemed so muffled and still, like a portrait that could be found in the home of a noble. It was such a stark change from the comfortable bustling community of the Fae that it left Winter in awe.
The changeling shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, and set off at a dead run. He sped along for a while, nothing but a dark-clothed blur against his snowy backdrop, casting his thoughts to the wind and embracing the wild joy of speed.
Winter welcomed the feral howls of the winds and dagger teeth of the ice against his skin as he raced along for what seemed like ages. He stopped some time later, fairly shaking with exhaustion, panting with a grim smile. The tundra was the best place to forget the agony of the war and the responsibilities he had chosen to bear. The one place he could think or simply run until he could no longer. Run as if he could actually escape.
But already too much time had been spent away, it was time to return. Back to his friends, his choices, and the war he seemed destined to be part of. It was time to go back home.
Winter lifted a long, thing hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he paused in his snowy trek. The world around him seemed so muffled and still, like a portrait that could be found in the home of a noble. It was such a stark change from the comfortable bustling community of the Fae that it left Winter in awe.
The changeling shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, and set off at a dead run. He sped along for a while, nothing but a dark-clothed blur against his snowy backdrop, casting his thoughts to the wind and embracing the wild joy of speed.
Winter welcomed the feral howls of the winds and dagger teeth of the ice against his skin as he raced along for what seemed like ages. He stopped some time later, fairly shaking with exhaustion, panting with a grim smile. The tundra was the best place to forget the agony of the war and the responsibilities he had chosen to bear. The one place he could think or simply run until he could no longer. Run as if he could actually escape.
But already too much time had been spent away, it was time to return. Back to his friends, his choices, and the war he seemed destined to be part of. It was time to go back home.
