Post by Rodi on May 4, 2010 22:36:19 GMT -8
True Name:
Rodion Nol
Nickname(s):
Rodi
Hawk <-- By Song of the Heroes members only
Age:
14
Date of Birth:
August 30
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Kith:
Battle Muse
Abilities:
Melee Finesse
Grappling Finesse
Loyalty:
Loyal to Clotilda and the Song of Heroes
Status/Occupation:
Leads the Song of Heroes with Cloti
Look at those genes:
Standing at 5’10, Rodi is pretty short for your average battle muse. He has a few years left to grow and is waiting to catch up to the others. He is still a pretty impressive sight. Blood red hair hangs loosely, tumbling down to where it grazes his thighs. His garnet eyes glimmer against skin as pale as death. It is a rare color among his breed and hints at his unusual background.
The boy has style:
One would never come across Rodi without one of two weapons. He will either have his spear-a wicked thing that makes an average spear look like a stick-or his dagger, forged from the flames of a dragon from the far north. More often than not, he will have both weapons with him. Along with that, Rodi has become accustomed to wearing long coats, ripped at the sides to allow for easier movement.
Ridden with baggage:
Rodi’s true emotions rarely show on his face. Life has made him appear numb and apathetic. He carries himself like a true soldier; stiff and formal. It is a sad thing to see in one so young. It is this overly dignified bearing that makes Rodi seem much older than the naïve boy he is. Sometimes he seems decades, if not centuries, old. Since the change, only Cloti has ever seen him relax.
I know because I was there:
“Something hard hit me in the back of the head. I stumbled and fell, already knowing it was too late. It was them. It had to be. I confirmed this with my own eyes when I looked up at the shadowy figure before me. His eyes blazed with a dark fury I had never seen before. He looked ruthless. Vengeful. Clad all in black with slight trimmings of pure gold, I never could have imagined a more noble visage despite the rips and dirt that tainted it.”
-Count Annol of the house of Laiju
Analytical:
His mind never stops spinning. Rodi is a thinker. His ability to analyze problems, people, and situations of all kinds is exceptional. Almost like a game. He is a fantastic strategist. Rodi understands the basic principle of cause and effect. He understands that with every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. He understands logic and is comforted by it. Life is just another puzzle to solve.
Responsible:
Work before fun. Scratch that. What’s fun? Fun is unnecessary and childish. All work and no play gets things done. Once Rodi sets his mind to something, he will finish it and he will do a good job. Not only that, but he will make sure to maintain his work. He cleans and polishes his weapons regularly. He is thorough in his partial leadership of the Song of Heroes and has yet to make a mistake.
Sensitive:
There is a secret side of Rodi. He yearns for perfection so much, that he never sees himself as good enough. He is easily frustrated with himself. This secret sensitivity extends far beyond his own mind. Rodi, no matter how confident and sure he appears, is still a fragile fourteen year old boy. He will never admit to how much he is hurting or how much he truly cares. That would make him feel more pathetic than he already believes himself to be.
Wrathful:
Fiery and pessimistic, Rodi is very easily angered. More often than not, this anger is really directed at him. Rather than admit this, he takes it out on everyone around him. He can be violent and cold, only to regret it an instant later. Rodi does not want to hurt everyone he gets close to, but it seems inevitable. He feels controlled by this temper of his. When his eyes are to burn, the best thing to do is hide.
August 30th, A Little Warrior Was Born:
Salvador of the house of Lamupri was born August 30th to an upper class family bordering on nobility. He had a busy father, a doting mother, and a curious sister. His life was planned out for him from the beginning. He would be a knight. He would marry a noblewoman. His mother had begun to arrange the marriage before he was even born. Little Salvador was going to be the joy of his mother’s life…
September 8th, Along Came a Spider:
One day young Salvador was outside looking at the birds. His nanny was flirting with the stable boy. That was the last anybody ever saw of the two year old boy. You see, Little Salvador was kidnapped by Jade. Jade was a young fae at that point. He cared little for war, but he still hated the humans for what they were doing to his forest. He saw the little babe as a fantastic prize.
September 2nd, His World Was Shattered:
Little Salvador feasted. His ears grew, his dark hair became red and his brown eyes ran with blood. Little Salvador melted away and Rodi was born. Rodi soon forgot all about his human life. He grew up thinking Jade was his father. Jade looked out for him in every way. Rodi loved his life, loved his home, and loved his father. When his father was killed by an iron tipped arrow, Rodi’s heart was shattered.
July 21, Rodi Witnessed A New Spring:
Cloti found Rodi in the forest. She had been running from humans, which Rodi found odd because she was human herself. That was the beginning of everything. Cloti knew all about Rodi. Everything. She even knew why Jade had been killed and who did it. Rodi had no idea how she knew all this, but he found himself believing her. The two became partners. The rest, as they say, is history.
Roleplay Sample:
The sunset bled into the sky, tinting everything red. It was the red of Rodi’ss shining hair. It was the red of the fire in his eyes. It was the red of the blood that stained the ground. Everywhere he looked there were bodied; bloated under the hot sun. His gaze was stony as he looked upon it. Unfeeling. Or was he? Those deaths had been necessary. They were for the greater good.
That did not make it easy. Rodi had been human once. Cloti still was human. How could he possibly hate them all? He would have thought more on that had a shadow not disturbed his thoughts. Rodi glanced up, right into the eyes of his partner. He blinked, the only sign of emotion he was willing to show at the moment. Her own expression was serene and a little sad. He couldn’t tell if that sadness was for the dead or for him.
With Cloti, it was sometimes hard to tell. Rodi felt oddly tongue tied. He covered this by acting as though he simply did not feel like speaking at the moment. He knelt and wiped the bloody blade of his dagger on a dead man’s tunic. He took his time, thoroughly making sure every last drop was gone and he could see himself in the shining metal. Only then did he stand.
“Come,” he murmured. His voice was soft but an air of cold authority lingered in it. “We should get going before his highness sends in the knights.” Their little army was not yet so large that they could get away with fighting an entire host of knights. Not after the battle they had just been through. It was time to take their winnings and retreat. They all had wounds to nurse.