Last Updated: 6/30/2007
Username: Jamainme
Character Name: Eunwook Chon Sungmin-yo
Age: 117
Race: Iberian Satyr
Sex: Male
Appearance: The body structure of this being is different from most. Starting from the top of things, a pair of long, white rabbit ears, spotted with dots of brown, that are sensitive to the vibrations either stick up in the air or lay low and behind two horns that curl in like those of a ram. Harden and connected straight to the skull, those dark brown horns indicate its age of heavy reasoning but sly sheathing of itself. The ears and the horns act like a twosome; its ears senses the sounding of danger coming afoot; if already seen and ready for a fight, the head is lowered and tossed about in a rather knowing fashion until the target is hit or knocked down by the rock hard horns.
Next, the face exudes a very delicate feature of a visage with a look of a very wise elder of the sort. But to an extent, the face is kindly unrecognizable for the mere fact that it resembles both man and woman but more in the feminine way. The irises glow with a paladin shine while the outlining of the viewing optic is a dark blue; the pupils are lightly colored in a creamy mixture of gold and cyan to give off that daunting stare of acknowledgement. Of course, a nose is fitted to the middle of the face but with a slight showing of pink at the tips to express that it is quite acquainted with knowing a scent well enough when smelt. Lips of a faint rosy color seem as if they were painted unto that brown-skinned face of it.
How lovely. The whole body, of course, is brown. A delicious colour, indeed.
Hair, white from the scalp but seering brown at the end, flowed out from that cranium and way down towards the back of its knees. This was simple advocation of its definite power. The longer the hair, the better the strength of the creature which is quite rare to see as they are not so aplenty in the world. With the tips curling up near the face while other strands tend to be longer than the next, the whole face would seem as if it wanted to be covered by those that might see it in person.
How about the rest of the body, hmm? Oh yes, that's right.
Seeable at times, the body of this beast is rather of a build in itself. Very lean albeit the height of it is not nearly as menacing. Standing at nothing but 5'11" and weighing 197lbs., it would not seem like the creature to fight but it is not the problem to it. With such a demanding stature, it loves to stand so tall since the race it came from was so small. The average height is an actual 4'6. Very small compared to the views of this one but with the order of its status, leaving was more appropriate for it to be able to grow out in life as it did naturally.
Its arms were completely in check. Not actually toned for killing but able to injure ones body, that's for sure. Let's also mention that there are nails at the end of each finger. Very sharp, these ones are. The ones down on his feet are no different but those are not used so much. Mainly, since the back of their legs contain that calf muscle which enables a kick to be ever so deadly, the feet inquiry no kind of need to being sharpen to perfection. A good kick, especially, could mean certain death or better yet. . . a mangled body. How, delightful that would be for its eyes to look at.
As a mean to look so dignified, its attire pertained to, beginning from feet, wearing no shoes for the underside of the foot is rough and able to carry him about many spiked or damaging objects that make a foot bleed; short, wavy brown peasant shorts that cover its mid-thighs, somewhat; it had thrown on these shorts and tighten them about the waist with a cottony sash of a red hue, which it loves dearly. A white, overlaying shirt covers the upper side of its body except for its arms and around the neck for clamped across it was a pleather collar with a bell hanging from its front.
The sign of the bell? What's wrong? It doesn't make any sounds? Well, that's because of how it rings against this special implement. Made for the Vierian satyrs' ears, it only makes a sound to where they can hear it and only if it had been rung by the one that wears it. Others can have it but it does not mean that the sound will be heard by them. No power transfers from it either. What makes it special still? There is a reason to why it is cherished but that will be known later. So much more later. . . or sooner. Whichever comes first.
Hmm? What's that brown slink swaying from the back of this being? It has a furry white tip, too? If you're guessing right, yes! It is, indeed, a tail. Coiled about its ends are rings that signify its loyalty which has been cast away into exile. Clearly, that is not a true statement on its part.
Personality: With a blank expression held on that face, you could not tell where its emotion could be on but. . . it can either range from it being so sadistically deranged to completely neutral which would not falter into the area of being nice. Having a twisted mind is also uncommon of the whole species of these creatures. The mind it possesses likes to see that of what the others find distasteful, disgusting and over the code they have which resembles a well known word called censorship. Dictation and respect come and help stable the word for it holds presence to most of them.
Haha. Sadly, this one does not hold that one in its vocabulary as a rule. Just a word.
History: Being of an ancient and a very unknown history for their kind, these are not so sought after but often hunted in the cases to see it whether it existed or not. Thinking of them to be actual satyrs and all that, it comes across the image of seeing one prancing by with a flute in both of its hands and its lips blowing at the holes to make a wondrous, entrancing melody. It was heard that it could pull in others, especially women, to its presence before doing what most expect it to do after seducing the ears with that antic of getting it.
Guess what? This one doesn't seem to enact like that!
It is more than just a being with a gene-enhanced body; the satyr has been around for long periods of time but stay concealed behind that veil of not being found out. With the ability to blend with their homely surroundings, these did not have a problem especially with the height they're at except for one. And being exceptionally skilled in the art of just fighting brutality, not many get to tell of the tales when going out to see these satyrs. A couple can make it back but with bruises to keep them company for years on end.
Also, their beauty is also depicted from the marks that are covered on their cheeks, back of their hands, forehead, shoulders, knees, feet, and around the belly button. Usually, they range from 2-5 but this one has gotten 4-7, which makes it potent and rare to have in another's clutches, indeed. They do cover the tail but in a more spotted way and it all depends on what part they appear on. Showing of these marks are important to the race as it dictates their grace as well but only seeing the hair in full glow.
But as the story is moved along, not much can be known about Eunwook for he does not often leak out information about himself or to where the others are. He went away on his own accord and for many reasons at that. For those, he'll let other people know and that's about it. His lips are sealed to keep those harden memories close to heart but enough to be out of his mind. Long has he been seeking for approval from others rather than the sun, earth, vegetation, sky and water that greatly greet him with either a happy ray of light winds or in full force.
With fingers tied behind his back and flaps sewed together by a piece of thread, no motion will let him to think that they'll try to cut that string in order to hear about that nearly forgotten mystery of the word. Eunwook will go on keeping to himself what is his and for others, he'll come after them if the information is needed in depth. How can such a lovely satyr like himself be so cruel in the world and go about killing others with those hands of his? Well, it is life and what else can it be if nothing is done to make some kind of living. For one thing, Eunwook won't be sitting on the sidelines for very long or soon enough.
Additional Information: Eunwook likes singing many words incoherently, messing with magic miscellaneously, grooming its hair, sharpening its nails, annoying travelers and others, and clanking the rings on its tail at a random, inanimate object just to hear the jingling. Yes, that gets quite maddening to hear over and over again but it adores the sound. . . just like he does when people scream, sometimes.
Of course, this one has many other things it adores:
Shiny objects,
Seeing what the inside of regular beings look like,
Comparing beauty,
Laughing at abstract objects,
Finding things that hold esthetic euthenics,
Learning more about the way its race uses magic,
And trying to sink more into the history the species has made so far.
Image(s):
Username: Jamainme
Character Name: Eunwook Chon Sungmin-yo
Age: 117
Race: Iberian Satyr
Sex: Male
Appearance: The body structure of this being is different from most. Starting from the top of things, a pair of long, white rabbit ears, spotted with dots of brown, that are sensitive to the vibrations either stick up in the air or lay low and behind two horns that curl in like those of a ram. Harden and connected straight to the skull, those dark brown horns indicate its age of heavy reasoning but sly sheathing of itself. The ears and the horns act like a twosome; its ears senses the sounding of danger coming afoot; if already seen and ready for a fight, the head is lowered and tossed about in a rather knowing fashion until the target is hit or knocked down by the rock hard horns.
Next, the face exudes a very delicate feature of a visage with a look of a very wise elder of the sort. But to an extent, the face is kindly unrecognizable for the mere fact that it resembles both man and woman but more in the feminine way. The irises glow with a paladin shine while the outlining of the viewing optic is a dark blue; the pupils are lightly colored in a creamy mixture of gold and cyan to give off that daunting stare of acknowledgement. Of course, a nose is fitted to the middle of the face but with a slight showing of pink at the tips to express that it is quite acquainted with knowing a scent well enough when smelt. Lips of a faint rosy color seem as if they were painted unto that brown-skinned face of it.
How lovely. The whole body, of course, is brown. A delicious colour, indeed.
Hair, white from the scalp but seering brown at the end, flowed out from that cranium and way down towards the back of its knees. This was simple advocation of its definite power. The longer the hair, the better the strength of the creature which is quite rare to see as they are not so aplenty in the world. With the tips curling up near the face while other strands tend to be longer than the next, the whole face would seem as if it wanted to be covered by those that might see it in person.
How about the rest of the body, hmm? Oh yes, that's right.
Seeable at times, the body of this beast is rather of a build in itself. Very lean albeit the height of it is not nearly as menacing. Standing at nothing but 5'11" and weighing 197lbs., it would not seem like the creature to fight but it is not the problem to it. With such a demanding stature, it loves to stand so tall since the race it came from was so small. The average height is an actual 4'6. Very small compared to the views of this one but with the order of its status, leaving was more appropriate for it to be able to grow out in life as it did naturally.
Its arms were completely in check. Not actually toned for killing but able to injure ones body, that's for sure. Let's also mention that there are nails at the end of each finger. Very sharp, these ones are. The ones down on his feet are no different but those are not used so much. Mainly, since the back of their legs contain that calf muscle which enables a kick to be ever so deadly, the feet inquiry no kind of need to being sharpen to perfection. A good kick, especially, could mean certain death or better yet. . . a mangled body. How, delightful that would be for its eyes to look at.
As a mean to look so dignified, its attire pertained to, beginning from feet, wearing no shoes for the underside of the foot is rough and able to carry him about many spiked or damaging objects that make a foot bleed; short, wavy brown peasant shorts that cover its mid-thighs, somewhat; it had thrown on these shorts and tighten them about the waist with a cottony sash of a red hue, which it loves dearly. A white, overlaying shirt covers the upper side of its body except for its arms and around the neck for clamped across it was a pleather collar with a bell hanging from its front.
The sign of the bell? What's wrong? It doesn't make any sounds? Well, that's because of how it rings against this special implement. Made for the Vierian satyrs' ears, it only makes a sound to where they can hear it and only if it had been rung by the one that wears it. Others can have it but it does not mean that the sound will be heard by them. No power transfers from it either. What makes it special still? There is a reason to why it is cherished but that will be known later. So much more later. . . or sooner. Whichever comes first.
Hmm? What's that brown slink swaying from the back of this being? It has a furry white tip, too? If you're guessing right, yes! It is, indeed, a tail. Coiled about its ends are rings that signify its loyalty which has been cast away into exile. Clearly, that is not a true statement on its part.
Personality: With a blank expression held on that face, you could not tell where its emotion could be on but. . . it can either range from it being so sadistically deranged to completely neutral which would not falter into the area of being nice. Having a twisted mind is also uncommon of the whole species of these creatures. The mind it possesses likes to see that of what the others find distasteful, disgusting and over the code they have which resembles a well known word called censorship. Dictation and respect come and help stable the word for it holds presence to most of them.
Haha. Sadly, this one does not hold that one in its vocabulary as a rule. Just a word.
History: Being of an ancient and a very unknown history for their kind, these are not so sought after but often hunted in the cases to see it whether it existed or not. Thinking of them to be actual satyrs and all that, it comes across the image of seeing one prancing by with a flute in both of its hands and its lips blowing at the holes to make a wondrous, entrancing melody. It was heard that it could pull in others, especially women, to its presence before doing what most expect it to do after seducing the ears with that antic of getting it.
Guess what? This one doesn't seem to enact like that!
It is more than just a being with a gene-enhanced body; the satyr has been around for long periods of time but stay concealed behind that veil of not being found out. With the ability to blend with their homely surroundings, these did not have a problem especially with the height they're at except for one. And being exceptionally skilled in the art of just fighting brutality, not many get to tell of the tales when going out to see these satyrs. A couple can make it back but with bruises to keep them company for years on end.
Also, their beauty is also depicted from the marks that are covered on their cheeks, back of their hands, forehead, shoulders, knees, feet, and around the belly button. Usually, they range from 2-5 but this one has gotten 4-7, which makes it potent and rare to have in another's clutches, indeed. They do cover the tail but in a more spotted way and it all depends on what part they appear on. Showing of these marks are important to the race as it dictates their grace as well but only seeing the hair in full glow.
But as the story is moved along, not much can be known about Eunwook for he does not often leak out information about himself or to where the others are. He went away on his own accord and for many reasons at that. For those, he'll let other people know and that's about it. His lips are sealed to keep those harden memories close to heart but enough to be out of his mind. Long has he been seeking for approval from others rather than the sun, earth, vegetation, sky and water that greatly greet him with either a happy ray of light winds or in full force.
With fingers tied behind his back and flaps sewed together by a piece of thread, no motion will let him to think that they'll try to cut that string in order to hear about that nearly forgotten mystery of the word. Eunwook will go on keeping to himself what is his and for others, he'll come after them if the information is needed in depth. How can such a lovely satyr like himself be so cruel in the world and go about killing others with those hands of his? Well, it is life and what else can it be if nothing is done to make some kind of living. For one thing, Eunwook won't be sitting on the sidelines for very long or soon enough.
Additional Information: Eunwook likes singing many words incoherently, messing with magic miscellaneously, grooming its hair, sharpening its nails, annoying travelers and others, and clanking the rings on its tail at a random, inanimate object just to hear the jingling. Yes, that gets quite maddening to hear over and over again but it adores the sound. . . just like he does when people scream, sometimes.
Of course, this one has many other things it adores:
Shiny objects,
Seeing what the inside of regular beings look like,
Comparing beauty,
Laughing at abstract objects,
Finding things that hold esthetic euthenics,
Learning more about the way its race uses magic,
And trying to sink more into the history the species has made so far.
Image(s):
