Post by echo on May 13, 2010 12:09:35 GMT -8
{The} Echo {of Aeolus}
Full Name:
Aeolus Chrysaor Vesper
Nickname(s):
Echo
Age:
17 years of human age
Date of Birth:
14 November
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Blood:
Pure wind daemon
Abilities:
Wind Whisper
Earth Mother {Goddess given gift}Last used: N/A
Status:Active
Loyalty:
Only to himself. Echo is not one to give his loyalty to others very easily.
Status/Occupation:
Loner... mwahaha
Appearance:
Echo looks like any other wind daemon, but he looks rather... wild. Echo's eyes are a light gold, like a mercury-tinted gold, so it is quite metallic and sometimes has a pulsing and liquid-like appearance, especially when his emotions run wild and strong. They are framed by long, dark golden lashes and a slightly feline-looking face, more mysterious and mischievous than the actual being itself. He looks like a kid and because of that, he is often being treated much kinder compared to others, even though his appearance age of ten is really quite a few years younger than his actual age. Instead of seeing this as a drawback, Echo tends to embrace this fact to manipulate people to get what he wants, but it is very rarely that he will approach people.
Instead of wearing his hair loose, it is braided into a thin braid, coming from his left temple to sit down by his left shoulder. The fact that most of his hair is short makes it stick out in random directions, flaunting the curls that he naturally has. Echo's hair is quite unkempt, mainly because it seems to be always buffeted by some invisible breeze and he is quite reluctant to part with his "spontaneous" golden-blond braid. The nature of his hair is more of a human color and whenever it is struck by sun, it doesn't really shine and sparkle as real gold does, but it has a sharper, brighter glint to it compared to most human's hair. To put it in a comparison, it would be more the glare of the sun on a black cat's pelt, bright and eye-catching, complete with random white and light brown feathers.
Echo prefers human clothing over all the other species's clothing. It is the easiest for him to obtain and blend in with. He likes to wear dark clothing with the reason that it brings out his eyes and hair, but it also pronounces his "unhealthy complexion and frame". He personally doesn't care much for this and even though his natural food is air and moving particles, he has a fondness for human candy and anything sweet, and whenever he has a craving for them, he will... obtain it by his own means.
The strange thing about him is that he has no actual voice or he just doesn't use it. No one knows which, but Echo can only speak when he is spoken to. The only way that he is able to speak is when he listens to someone's voice and is able to mimic it in a way that is not exactly like that person's voice and has a distinct difference to it, like Echo's own voice was in there. There is no real way that Echo can be tracked aurally, unless someone is able to tell that it was Echo that was mimicking voices when he speaks. Whenever he speaks, Aeolus will rarely reveal the fact that he has fangs--unless he is trying to pull a cheshire cat grin which he isn't half bad at.
Personality:
Echo is a strange person at first sight. Instead of approaching someone directly, he will usually tail them if he can sense that they are looking for him or they are of any interest to him. Due to the fact that he can't speak, he doesn't really approach and can't unless they call out to him. The next impression that anyone would get of him is the aura that he has. As a daemon, Echo has a rather overpowering aura of mischief and cheek as well as a feeling that one is a toy or object for him to play with. The fact that he usually approaches by night just makes it more freaky and it takes a strong person not to flee.
Under the appearance, Echo seems a slight bit nicer or creepier, it depends on the status of the person that he approaches. If the person doesn't look very well off, or average, he'll be a bit nicer, but whoever is more well off than he is, nobility and upperclassmen, he'll appear as creepy or slightly lunatic until he feels that they have earned his compassion and deserve the right to be let in to his "nice" side or in the ring of acquaintance. By no means is Echo helpful to a person he barely knows. If he is to be of any help, he has to actually know the person to be a nice person or someone with a purpose that would benefit him. Echo usually tries to confuse passersby or at least try to make them stay and rid him of his "boredom", but soon he gets bored of this game and will let his "toy" go. Aeolus is not one for excess bloodshed, mainly because he is too lazy to go about using his powers or anything. That was, is and will be his drawback.
In the Ring of Acquaintances, Echo is also not as reliable a person in terms of time and deadlines. Sure he can complete a task, but no one knows when. It's usually just whenever he feels like it as long as it meets the requirements of:
- No water involved
- No excess energy required
- No binding contracts involved
Sometimes he asks for jobs and requests, but that is very, very extremely rare unless there is some kind of dire need of his or he really has nothing better to do. Either way, Echo will very rarely seek attention other than the birds that plague the forest that he gets to chase. He likes being in high places where he can look down on people. If he stands on the ground, he is much shorter than any grown up and therefore prefers to be atop buildings, trees or simply in the air, where he won't feel any (or much) weakness.
Towards the fae, he feels no real love or hate they're just beings that he ignores unless they approach or have some kind of reaction to him if they ever spot him, but unlike most daemon, he treats them just like he treats other daemon, shapeshifters or humans, no real priorities or anything.
Towards shapeshifters (the less aggressive ones), Echo tends to be a bit more curious about them, mainly the lycanthropes as they are part animal and in that strange way, interesting to him. Aeolus just tends to have a strange fascination towards animals, especially the feline beasts.
History:
[/color][/blockquote]Deep in the meadow, under the willow,
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow,
Lay down your head, and close your eyes,
And when they open, the sun will rise...
Only the sun rose a long time ago and it set again as he came to the world. But who can deny that Rue's lullaby might just apply? Ever since the young daemon sensed the world, he was named Aeolus Chrysaor Vesper by his dame and sire. And then he dropped the part "Chrysaor". It sounded to feminine for the wind daemon's liking. Of course no one minded, they barely noticed. Or if they did, they kept quite about it. The boy was free to do as he pleased.
Here it's safe, and here it's warm,
Here the daisies guard you from every harm,
Here your dreams are sweet–
–and tomorrow brings them true,
Here is the place where I love you.
Nowhere was it warm, and daisies weren't really his pick. Aeolus didn't dream and love was simply nonexistent. But no one could deny that Aeolus's life was an easy one. His speech developed faster than anticipated and many were quite shocked. Before they knew what was happening, the boy left the Dream World, ready to fend for himself and explore Litharia. But then, a solitary life was always a happier one for him, so no one minded.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away[/color][/blockquote]
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray,
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay,
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away...
Hidden from the world, the secretive daemon would only introduce himself as Echo. His real name was almost forgotten, only the wind whispered it, Aeolus.
It echoed throughout the trees, passing it one to another, unheard by any other ears. The daemon young, a world so fun. Explore it all and know the creatures. That's what he wanted to do. But he couldn't let go of the trees.[/blockquote]
Roleplay Sample:
He frowned. The night was so calm, yet why did it have to be ruined so thoughtlessly? The wind whispered quietly, telling a story that he didn't want, or bother, to interpret as the young wind daemon perched among the trees, some deciduous, some evergreen, but all grown so tightly that it didn't even matter. Echo frowned as a few golden waves brushed his eyebrows, some coming down to the bridge of his nose and brushing his eyelashes, but never reaching his golden irises. Something was bothering the air around it and it was foul to his taste. He needed to move soon or he'd go hungry. Fast. Being hungry wasn't a good thing. It was troublesome and made him weak and unprepared. No one liked to be caught like that. Especially not a daemon. Of all things to happen, Echo was running out of food. Oh well, it was bound to happen anyways. Better now than never. Oh wait, never was better.[/size]
And then in the blink of an eye, Echo sprang to the next tree. There was no point trying to poison himself. Being weak was not one of his favorite pastimes, especially when there might just be a little hope of something to spar with. It was always good to keep sharp claws. Echo sprang to the next tree once again, purposely digging his claws into the bark just to feel the little resistance that the tree would provide to the razor-sharp points. It was always satisfying to feel authority and power over others, although he was too lazy to actually bother picking fights. It was let them come and let them suffer, their own choice. Reap what you sow. What had he sown anyways? Had he even sown? Maybe, who knew. Life was just like that. Tough for some, better for others.
He's approved. Just don't forget to add in some sort of occupation or status!