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 Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 9:35 pm
 Teph's Characters
= Bruce =
- Robert -
~ Miyu ~
- Valcury -
~ Ezio ~
Guild to how often each character is used.
{ - - } Characters with these marks around their names are often used and characters I am most likely to use in role plays.
{ = = } Characters with these marks around their names are used on occasion, ones that I love to play but sometimes just can't stand. They're often either extreme personalities or very plain and unchanging personalities. I love them, but not all the time.
{ + + } Character with theses marks around their names are not often used, however in certain role plays or in places that they fit I will use them. They were made for certain role plays, thus it's sometimes hard to fit them into others.
{ ~ ~ } New. Uncertain as to what and where I like to play him.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 8:40 am
 Character Name: Bruce
Nickname(s): Bruce. Please, it’s a perfectly acceptable name without the need of any hideous variations
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Job: Former CEO. The banks went under, however. I'm ******** now.
Position: I am the dominant source in realtionships.
Appearance: I don’t believe there is a day where I don’t see my face. I can admit that I am not perfect, with slight stress lines along my face, but even with those imperfections I am devilishly handsome. Please, do not mistake me for one who is full of themselves or vain, I simply know the facts. I would not have to deny so many pretty faces if my own was not to their liking, after all. I have what one could call a ‘baby face’, in that most assume me younger than I am, but my bone structure and the addiction of facial hair and those little wrinkles help age me somewhat. I’d rather not be mistaken for a child, you see.
By men’s standards, I’m rather average, though one might say I'm slightly taller at six foot. Average, I'd say. I do not need brute strength to influence a crowd. It is very easy to overpower a man with sheer willpower and the mind. And that, my friends, is something I have more than enough of. I am a genius of sorts; and always find ways to get what I need out of a person.
In general, I am an average man. But my face is not; many would recognize me from magazines as I had become somewhat of a celebrity and attend many high end parties, though not in the recent months. I'm jobless, after all. I wear suits, and if not I am in wife-beaters and jeans. Whichever I am feeling that day. There is no dress code for me. I am somewhat small when it comes to sheer size; I have never wished to build up my muscles to look like some ridiculous body guard, but I am muscled and I take care of my body as every man should.
Personality: Me? Ah, well. You don’t really need to know about me. But if I must describe myself, let me make it brief. I am a businessman first and foremost. Work comes first, always. It’s probably the reasoning for me not having much of a love life, but at this time in my life I don’t really care. I come off as cold, but you learn to deal with it. I like things to be perfect, and when they’re not I make them that way.
When alone with someone, or with a pet, I tend to… show them a different side. I’m a soft person, really. A “Teddy Bear”, I’ve been called. I like to spoil, I like to primp, and pamper. I ask for little, and expect what I ask for… but other than that I’m very easy going. There are certain things, like beaten animals and injured women that make me uncomfortable.
On the other side… while I enjoy pampering, I have to admit, I do love being pampered myself. I like when I can show someone close to me a truer side. I have to be strong for work, I have to be strong for my family, and I have to be strong for those around me. Sometimes, it’d be nice to come home to a cooked mean and a pair of open arms. Yes, that would be nice.
History:I’m sorry, this is not something I’d like you to know. I will say I was born into a family with only a Mother, and I built my business from the bottom. I worked my way up, and am now one of my successful men in the country. I’ve only had one person get close to me before, and he was a very precious thing to me. I found him on the streets, barely alive. I cared for him like my own son, for he was so young it hard to see him as anything else. I thought I cared for him well; I feed him, gave him what he wished, spoiled him even… He grew older, and so did I… I began to see him in a different way, but he did not share my own feelings. We grew apart quickly, and I’m guessing he disliked me, because one night he protested his utter hatred for me. I packed his bags for him, and sent him on his way. I don’t need to love someone who hates me and you will learn I am unforgiving. I will not tell you how I lost hearing in my left ear. I’ve already told you enough.
Likes: I don’t like a lot of things… Lets see. Animals, working, spicy food. I’m actually a big activist with ‘Go Green’. My entire house is run of solar power and I use Earth friendly products.
Dislikes: Disobedience, really sweet food, being dirty, not being organized, women that can’t take no for an answer,
Additional Notes:I will get queasy at the sight of blood, don’t be surprised. Even my own, I get lightheaded and have been known to faint
Role Plays: Castle
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 5:54 pm
 Character Name: Robert Esme Gautier
Nickname(s): Robby is good enough for me.
Age: A tender sixteen
Sex: Male, thanks.
Position: um… I usually get forced to the bottom
Status: Was once a slave, but is now liberated! For... the time being, anyway.
Appearance: What… do I see? Nothing. The mirror always lies, but I get flustered just looking. I see a scrawny kid, not even taller than most girls. My hair is usually a mess of red-brown curls, though I love when I get a chance to brush through it. I haven’t cut it since my last Master, he seemed to like my hair long. Something to grab onto, and all. So, I’ve kept it long, the worst thing that could happen is my next Master doesn’t like it so I cut it all off. I guess you could say I’m compliant like that, technically it’s my body, but they paid for it.
I’m small, there’s no denying that. From head to toe, and all the lengths in between. But I think the Master’s like that; makes them puff like a peacock in heat, feeling all big and proud of what they got. My stomach’s got a bump, a tiny tummy that I’ve been told to trim out time and time again but I just can’t get rid of it; the rest of me is like a bean pole but I’ve still got some stomach. Boo, I like it. I actually think it works for me, but that’s probably because I’ve seen so many little anorexic boys and girls. Scary.
Anyway, me. I get off topic a lot. In general, I’m easy on the eyes. My eyes are a soft green, nothing overpowering or brilliant but just a nice color. I’ve got some heavy eyelids, though; it makes me look like I’ve got eye makeup on. Sleep deprivation will do that to you.
Personality: Some things about me are very straightforward. I would take a good night’s sleep over all the money in the world, and I always seem like I haven’t gotten enough asleep. I’m constantly yawning, leaning against my palm or sluggishly moving. I’m never overly lively and I really don’t have much energy, even on the happiest of days. I’m pretty quiet at first, but once I get to talking it’s hard for me to stop.
I’ve got tons of jokes about me being so sleepy. It’s a disease, people! It’s not that funny. I’m narcoleptic, which pretty much means I just get sleepy during the day. But whenever anyone finds out about this, a joke follows. Something about ‘You ever fall asleep in this place?’ (For example during sex, driving, in the shower.) But I just laugh it off. I’ll never tell anyone that I get serious nightmares and such. They don’t need to know.
It guess this disease makes me nervous about opening up with people. My last Master thought it was cute; when I ever I feel asleep I’d mysteriously wind up in his bed. He found it very convenient, but I didn’t mind much. I guess you could call me shy at times, though I’m more willing to please than anything else. Now, when I say nervous I mean... tense. I'm almost always tense and snappy towards people I don't know. Call it defense mechanism or call me as a*****e... but I speak my mind and I'm a little firecracker.
Likes: Music – While also enjoying a more ‘dance’ sound, my favorite kind of music is from the mind of Chopin, Mozart and Beethoven. When my fingers hit the piano of my bow touches string I’ll be playing something from them.
Coffee – For someone who gets tired as much as I do, coffee is a must. Sadly, to keep up with how often the need to sleep overwhelms me, I’d have to drink several cups a day. But I’m addicted to the stuff, and get it as much as I can.
Strawberry – The fruit, or the flavor. Yup, I’m a fruit.
Full Night Sleep – Being a slight insomniac sleeping for a full night is one of greatest gifts that can be given to me, right?
Dislikes: Chocolate – There are no words that can describe how much chocolate disgusts me. I haven’t eaten it since childhood, and I still refuse. Please. I just don’t like it.
Cooking – As much as I love food, cooking is one of my weaknesses. I can’t make much without burning it, and one of my biggest fears is falling asleep while cooking. My usual means of food are mooching off of others.
Hot Weather – The heat and me don’t meld together very well. I do enjoy Spring, when the days are followed by cool nights and there’s a nice breeze, but I generally dislikes Summer. It tends to make me sleepier than cold days.
Dreams – Another wonderful little tid-bit to my disease are the dreams. They’re often vivid and terrifying. I could have a full length movie play out in his mind and be asleep for mere minutes. I wake up screaming sometimes, but that’s only if they get real bad.
Fire - If I really hate one things it’s fire. I almost burned down my house when I feel asleep cooking once, and since then I don’t cook and just hate fire...
History: My life has been an interesting series of twists and turns, though before the age of nine it had been very normal and easy. I lived with two parents, both whom loved me with all their hearts, at least I hope. I was a bit of a spoiled child, having parents who were wealthy and bought me most of the things I wanted. Growing up in France, I had started music lessons and horseback riding since I was about five.
It was when I was around the age of nine when being a narcoleptic came through. Through elementary school I had always been sleepy and often fell asleep in class, but teachers just considered me like all the other kids who disliked school. It wasn’t until one day of horseback riding when I collapsed, falling off the horse and breaking my arm that Mom and Dad decided to do something about it. I don’t remember much from that day, but I remember waking up crying, in a ton of pain and wondering what had just happened. From that day on, it had done nothing but get worse and worse. I’d fall asleep at random, and completely collapse, sometimes in the middle of the street or on a train. It became dangerous, and my parents took me out of school to home school me and keep me safe.
During my years I’d gone to several different doctors, even taking my parents out of France and to the United States to find the best. High school was terrible, but it was nothing compared to home life. My parents spent all of their time and money trying to help me, and they continually ignored me. It was just something for them to do, but I don’t even think they knew what grade I was in. It was hard for a French speaking student to adjust to crazy American life, and even harder for someone who suffers from random spurts of sleep. But soon things happened. This and that. I became a burden and my parent’s pockets became thin. That was how I found my first Master. He was a friend of Dad and he bought me for more than he should have… He treated me well, and taught me all kinds of tricks. He never once tried to take me, in that way. He kept me a virgin, but showed me how to treat a man and woman in the most intimate ways. He said I have a skillful tongue.
Then he sold me for a good price, to a big boy that liked to cause pain just for fun. He took away that precious thing that I had kept sacred the first night. It hurt. And the hurting didn’t stop. Every night. He hit. I don’t play that game; the hitting. I hated him. He loved me, probably because I seethed with utter hatred for every part of his being. He kept me for about three years before I ran away, and let me tell you that wasn't easy. And now I’m hoping to get someone half as amazing as my first Master was. (Wouldn’t you know I probably loved the old geezer? But it wasn’t meant to be. He just trained, after all.)
Role Plays: The Castle.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 11:30 am
Character Name: Miyu Shimu
Nickname(s): I don’t really have a name that allows some kind of shortening; it’s only four letters long after all. That doesn’t mean people don’t make exceptions. Despite my utter hatred for it, my Mother adores calling me Mimi. My name is feminine enough, and I don’t need the additional confidence downer. I don’t even mind Miyu chan, and sometimes my friends will call me Yu. I don’t mind those, so long as it isn’t Mimi.
Age: I’m seventeen, honest! I know I tend to look a bit younger than I actually am, but I have a birth-certificate to prove it.
Sex: Heh. You’d see me as nothing more than a kind of feminine male; and that is the counter part I’ve come to let everyone assume. But… there’d be a bit of a surprise when I get to taking off my clothes. No one’s going to be seeing that anytime soon, though. Not anybody. I’ve had crushes, and most of them end up being on guys, but that doesn’t mean I’ll act on them. I’m not that stupid.
Position: ah... I don't even think about that, since I'll never let anyone get that close.
Appearance: From tip to toe this young man stands no higher than five foot, and that would be stretching up on those toes to make it that far. In the easiest terms, the boy is the shortest of his classmates; both of the boys and most of the girls. Despite the lack of height, no one could deny that he’s attractive; he gets good looks from both his parents, despite always complaining about having too much of his mother natural beauty. And at the tip of this petite flower starts a head of warm, chocolate locks that fall is loose spirals to his shoulders. He lucked out in some department, and just one less thing to worry about. He doesn’t have a very strange shade of hair, it’s probably the more natural of the bunch. Let loose or pulled up in a quick attempt at a ponytail, the soft locks are often messy and uncared for, save for maybe a brush running through the mop in a rush. Miyu possess a natural gene of being attractive without ever trying, but he takes pride in really not attempting to look good at all.
The sandy brown locks fall perfectly to frame an ivory skinned face, pale and flawless save for a few freckles that dot across his cheeks and nose. The boy’s face is somewhat plump for his age, a slight layer of baby fat still clinging to otherwise shallow cheeks, and it’s those wide cheeks that also seem to hold a light shade of pink no matter what the weather. While dark locks often spray over them messily, two wide, bright blue crystals always seem to stand out against the otherwise placid canvas. With a delicately curved nose and plump lips the boy’s face comes off as feminine no matter what he does and he’s come to terms with it, after all he can’t change his face.
However, the rest of his body is something he’d rather not talk about. Starting from the collar he has a set of broad shoulders and an Adam’s apple that every boy has; but as you move lower there’s a set of perky breasts that are very out of place. More often than not, these breasts are taped down so they barely show (if at all), but if he were to take his shirt off, questions would surely arise and so any gym class is out of the question.
Lower still is a flat stomach and rounded hips, followed by yet another anomaly. Two sets of sex organs, both male and female, each lacking, but both clearly there. His body is Yu’s curse, and it holds a heavy burden for the young teen, one that he is in constant fear of someone discovering.
He’s very aware of his body and what it looks like, so his wardrobe reflects that. Button up shirt that are a size to big are a personal favorite, since they’re loose and never pull at his chest. T-shirts are often big as well; and if the weather permits layering is a favorite. Pants are often the only thing that fit him, even if they’re always tight around his hips, but red indentations around his stomach and sides are something he’ll deal with. While what he wears to school never sway from pants and shirt, hidden back in his closet are a series of dresses and skirts. These, he'll blame on his mother and say he just keeps them to amuse her, but in reality most of the dresses he ordered online (God forbid he go to a dress store) for himself. He enjoys dressing as a girl, and he loves to secretly steal a girl's make up and see how he'd look in ribbons. But he's created such a facade of masculinity that becoming someone else... is out of the question; he's been a man for seventeen years... how could he change that now?
Personality: Despite his body’s inability to choose a gender, Miyu tries his best to live life fully and only as a male, and if that includes flirting with a girl or two he’ll do it, even if he doesn’t really have interest in them. However, being a flirt isn’t really on his agenda, and he simply attempts to be a friend and nothing more. He’s very delicately constructed his personality to fit what other people expect from a young man, or what he believes and his father believed, is expected. The facade he puts on is a strong young man that has qualms with no one. Someone that everyone can talk to with ease and no fear of being judged; Miyu is the shoulder to cry on and the one person most can run to with a problem. He’s known as the nice guy and nearly without a flaw; and among chatty girls he is the perfect, unattainable man. Going along with this masculine image, Miyu makes sure to appear strong. While being exempt from gym, he plays baseball on the school team, so long as he doesn’t have to change in the locker room. He’ll usually show up already changed, to avoid any kind of question. While he tries to stay away from it, attention always befalls him since he’s a pretty gifted athlete and his grades are always above par. He’s one of those lucky few that balance school and sports and excel in both to the point of making it look easy.
However, beneath this shell of a person is a very insecure, shy and sensitive individual. If a comment is directed to demean of poke fun, he’ll act like it went in one ear and out the other, laugh it off, but really all comments are remembered and he keeps them within the caverns of his mind, constantly thinking about what those words meant, letting them eat away at him. While he likes helping others with their problems, he’s made it seem like he has no problems of his own, but the young man longs for someone to listen to his pain and the things that bother him. He’s easily flustered, but that never shows except for maybe a light shade of red on his cheeks. Sexual comments, innuendos, and sarcasm often go over his head; and if he does understand he gets very uncomfortable and tries to remove himself from those people and that conversation.
When Yu isn’t at school he feels more like himself, but even around his family he tries to hide his own self, afraid that if he was to show who he really is… that he’d be rejected and hated. And if there was one thing that Miyu despises it would being rejected… rejection is such a part of his life that he just can’t, and won’t, deal with it anymore. He’d rather be a fake person, show everyone what they wanted to see and be loved, than to be who he is, happy with himself, and be hated.
Likes: Sports
Dresses
Winter
Movies
Spicy Foods
Food in General
Nature
Romance Novels
Mother
Fantasy
Make - Up
Socializing
Writing
Tea
Animals
Dislikes: Questions
Overly Sweet Sweets
Thunder and Lightning
Summer
Hot Weather
Cold Weather
Being Sick
Mother
Cities
Pretending
Sexual Comments
Himself
His Body
Changing Rooms
Loud Noise
For the most part, Dogs
History biggrin octor, is my baby a boy or a girl?
That’s the question most mothers don’t have to ask, for most births start with “Congratulations, it’s a boy!” And likewise for a bouncing baby girl. But when Miyu was born, there was a silence aside from the healthy baby’s wailing. The woman sank back with relief, looking over as the doctors and her husband spoke in hushed voices, holding the crying infant. The woman instantly demanded her child, scolding her husband and asking what was wrong; there was no smoke… no animal transformation, and still it seemed a curse had befallen her child.
“Your baby… is not normal.”
Those words seemed to haunt Yu wherever he goes, and he’s unable to escape not fitting into any kind of norm. From when he could remember his parents always fought, and from even further back the arguments always started or ended about their soul child. First, it started with his body… it started with a choice. His mother wanted a baby girl and his father wanted a boy, and in their arms they had both. They were told, to help the child fit in, that it was wise to pick a gender. They argued over it, never once thinking what was best for the baby. Finally his mother caved and the baby was wrapped in a soft, blue towel. They made the choice the body couldn’t. They reared Miyu to be a strapping young lad, or at least that’s how his father put it. For the first few days, everything seemed… as normal as it could be. His father was angry and unhappy, but his mother told him it could have been worse.
As Miyu aged, all he wanted was his father’s acceptance; from the early years he brought home the highest of honors for his classes and joined sports teams to receive trophy after trophy. Nothing ever changed the man’s disposition; he was always hateful to the boy, never giving him an inkling of pride or love. His father, however, never once struck the boy; he loved his wife and his wife loved their child. He figured he didn’t have to love the boy if someone else did. And Miyu’s mother always loved him, took him to games and supported the boy, even if she saw how unhappy he was.
And while Miyu strived to become the son his father wanted, he became someone he wasn’t. It started from a very young age, before he even realized what he wanted, and so he was put in the direction of being a boy and that was the path he went along, never thinking there was another road he could have taken. He lived this way, being content but never truly happy for the bulk of his life. It wasn’t until the explosion did things change. Both his parents, amaizngly, survived. However, his father died from results of radiation poisoning later four years later, when Miyu was eleven. He was one of the only children in the group who kept his parent... and when his mother became his soul caretaker, did he realize there was another half to him. At first his mother ignored him, too distraught by the lost of her husband to both… but eventually she recovered and looked at her ‘son’ in a new light. His mother had always wanted Miyu to be a girl, and now she had the chance, even if that meant driving the teenager away. She would constantly refer to him as a daughter, bought him dresses and gave him childish nicknames. It infuriated the young man; she publicly embarrassed him, tried to change him, and made him cry with frustration… One night after a particularly heated argument with the woman the young man slammed his door and fell to the bed with tears of anger and resentment filling his eyes. He looked at the dress hanging within the closet, and he stared at it like it was brought to him by the devil. He tried it on, and he kept telling himself that it was just to prove he wasn’t meant to wear it. A pink, frilly dress that oozed cute, and when it draped over his slender shoulders he felt… right. He twirled and giggled, made faces and acted like most teenage girls.
That night was the start of a realization; the realization that he didn’t want to be a big, strong boy anymore.
The secrets started then; the secret of his body and the secret of his family being the first and foremost. His life is nothing but lies and twists anymore, and he’s in so deep he can’t possibly escape… But it’s something he keeps doing, keeps moving through life as a son he was never meant to be.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 5:32 pm
 Character Name: Valcury
Nickname(s): Val
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Position: Flexible. No one can tell him what he is and what he isn't, thus he is undetermined.
Job: Nothing
Appearance: Gorgeous. In so many simple words the boy is perfection in the highest sense. His face is innocent, a symbol of purity, though, as we know, looks can always be deciving. He still holds a rose to his cheeks from youth, and the smallest bit of baby fat, though it goes unnoticed with his high cheek bones.
It is angelic; with a curved button nose and small, bow lips that parted in a lush manner, tinted the slighest color red. His skin is the soft tone of porcelain, pale as the freshly fallen snow that has yet to be tampered with.
His hair, though to the untrained eye it may look rudged and out of place, is actually very placed and neat. Strands of black fall over his brow and tend to cover on one his bright, emerald eyes, though sometimes he'll tuck the strands behind his ear. The hair is not only black, as it has speckes of blue and green through out it.
The jet-black hair comes to his just above his slim, dainty shoulders not meant for a man. His arms are long and slender, and fingers delicate like a pianist, as he is. His swift digits, which could dance along keys in sweet harmony, making a sweet sound with naught but grace.
Above his head, four stalks shoot up with poms upon their ends. They are a deep blue color, very soft to the touch they tend to be very sensitive, as they are attached to the back of Val's skull. They are for show, not to be touched... much like the rest of Val. But, if you do touch the stalks you might get a peacock that's very angry.
From his back end, often resting out of his pants is the most beautiful part about his magnificant creature. Long feathers fall from his back side, and with each delicate step Val makes the tail will follow and sway from side to side. He cleans the feathers daily, always making sure they're clean and fluffed to their fullest.
Personality: Val's personality changes like the wind, but one thing about this young bird that never changes is that fact that be believes there is no one at his level. He goes up and beyond the call of duty to place himself above others, but in a very high and unrude manner. He's not rude for a lot of the time, and that's something not often found in high-strung people.
However, at times he can be the most up-tight and hard to handle person alive. Generally Val's a flirt with people he finds moderately attractive, but if they ever asked to kiss or bed with him he would laugh in there face and ask why they deserved to sleep with such beauty as Val was. He has never, to date, gotten the answer he was looking for.
He generally doesn't believe in love in any kind. He believes in attraction, lust and the need to reproduce. Val had been accused of falling into one of those categories, that being lust. He's found people attractive, very few, but they all ushered Val off and ignored him... thinking that Val wasn't worth their time, thus, Val has a tendency to do the same now that he has achiveved prefection.
An angry Val is never something to be discarded. When he gets to a certain level of anger or if he ever feels threatened the feathers that trail at his rear with spread around him and make him look much larger than he actually is. Some may be frightened or will laugh at the display... after a much higher level of anger, he may actually transform into the smaller form of an actual bird. Don't underestimate the bird though, for his body might be smaller but his pride is sweltering.
Likes: Val enjoys to cassually flirt, he also enjoys spending time alone with a piano. He likes seeds and his favorite food is actually a drink, sparkling water.
Dislikes: Val hates the rain more than anything, he also dislikes meat, cats (though he loves kittens), and people that don't respect him. You don't have to like his company to respect him as a beautiful human being.
History: Unlike most, his past was rather untraditional. He was born into the poorest of homes, somewhere in the depts of Africa. Even as a child, he was a beautiful babe, and his parents considered him their sweet angle. Though, as all good things, the angle was ripped from their arms and sent away. Val hadn't understood, he was young and vunerable at that time... but, he was taken to a rich family in which he was raised and brought up to be a complete gentle man.
Taught to use every movment and every breath to his advantage, be all you can be and give one-hundred and ten percent. As the years progressed, Val moved out of his rich community in search of an adventure of own, not knowing that people weren't kind as they were at his home. He was eighteen when he thought he had found love, but he had simply been used for his body and then left flat.
Distraught, he then decided all the things he now believes, that if you gave your all you ended up being the only one giving your best, so if you only give eighty percent you don't have the choice of being pulled down as hard. In all histories there are holes in which one's heart does not want to fall, and the same is with Val.
Additional notes: Valcury is very, very needy of attention and wanting to be told he is beautiful. When you give him love and attention and are a true gentleman, he will be kind and loving back. Say a nasty word, and he'll tear you apart.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 10:20 am
Ezio Fabio Trobilli  • •| If I can remember correctly, I’m just about nineteen. • •| I’m a young man, thank you very much. • •| I’m not sure, to tell you the truth, but the way I heal is certainly not that of a human. • •| The Healer• •| Most people base opinions on first impressions, and for Ezio it's of the more difficult moments. At a glance, the first thing people notice are the scars on an otherwise flawless, pale canvas. First with the most obvious: the slashes that cut into his right eye, forcing the bright blue orb shut. More often than not he’ll have them covered up with a small, white eye patch, since it makes people less uncomfortable than seeing his scarred face. Beneath his blind eye is another series of deep wounds that also haven’t healed, leaving most of his right face marred. His lip is split at the left corner, and that scar falls from the corner of his mouth to his chin. For his face, that is the end of it. He really is attractive beneath the wounds, and from only the left side one would be able to see that… sadly, in most meetings, front on discussions are inevitable.
Chin length, caramel brown locks fall in a messy heap that seems to fit the rest of him. Baggy clothes that don’t fit right and are tattered and ripped; he is a great mess. However, when the frock of an overcoat is pulled off he wears a simple black t-shirt beneath, and with that his slender physic is seen. Getting past the multiple scars along his shoulders, neck and arms his body is a strong yet slender build that most would call an average size.
His fingers are slender, much more like a woman’s then a hardworking man’s, but they are skilled in wrapping wounds so the need to wield a sword doesn’t affect him. He could be considered the weakest of knights physically, but it doesn’t bother him; he knows that without him they’d have a lot more pain to deal with. Overall the young man is a reaper of the wounds he heals, with a kind face and gentle smile his scars are easily forgotten but they are forever there as a reminder of his haunted, unknown past.
• •| He’s rather neutral. Not many find him to be attractive and so sexuality is something not often on his mind. Though, if he had a preference, it would fall with the men. • •| Despite the appearance of a war veteran, the young man is extremely gentle. Everything and everyone is important to him, and he goes out of his way to care for those less fortunate. Towards Ayase he feels like a brother, and he always has an eye on the beautiful prince. To the rest of the Knights, Ezio tries his best to be a mediator of sorts; getting into the middle of any kind of argument to settle it. He makes all conflict within the group solved within a night, never letting things boil over. At least, he tries. He is a very simple young man, easy going with the only slight tendency to fret over even the simplest of injuries.
He just likes everything to be good and light hearted, so he rarely (if ever) angers. A nickname could be ‘Mother Hen’ since he worried over the Knights and Ayase like a hen would her chicks. He’s a worrywart in a lot of ways, but keeps it to himself and just worries with his own little zone. He’s a good person to have on your side, as he’d lay down his life in a moment to protect those he cares about.
• •| The light; he is drawn to it like it is drawn to him. Never once has he strayed from it with his own beliefs, though the wounds he bare seem to have their own darkness festering within. So far, they have not affected him.• •| He fails miserably in hand to hand combat, but from a range he is a master. With an arrow hitched in a bow his aim is to be reckoned with. He has a quivered on his back that is filled with arrows and the beautifully crafted bow hangs at waist. • • | A simple touch of Ezio’s slender fingers and ailments will subside almost instantly. A scrap will be gone and all pain will begin to diminish within the first few moments. If a more serious wound is to be dealt with, it will take a little longer to heal completely but it will be gone in time. In the most literal way, he is taking ailments of others onto himself, though he barely feels anything compared to the pain of the actual wound. A light tingling, measurable to a tickle, that fades within a few moments. However, it doesn’t work both ways, he cannot heal his own wounds but touching his own skin.
An ability that many don’t find very amazing (possibly because they don't know the extent of it) is Ezio’s great mind when it comes to plants. He will find the healing weed in a field of grasses that all look the same without trouble. But there’s more to this than meets the eye, since Ezio has a very strong connection to the Earth. He can feel the trees and any kind of growing plant, making it easy to find what he needs. It also makes it very hard to sneak up on him.
Another wonderfully useful power that Ezio has is that of his force field. He pushes his own energy out and the vortex protects those within, from all elements. When traveling, he will provide a great camp from the rain and if any critters want to take their food. The only disadvantage is that if it’s attacked and continually bombarded, he may be unable to keep it together. It will break and all the energy it used is pulled from his body. It hurts, so he’d rather use it out of battle.
• •| A large, beautiful brown hawk is never too far away from the young man, either high above him or resting on his shoulder. She is, in simple terms, a b***h. She is not a stranger to snapping at fingers, attacking with a flutter of her wings, or pecking at anything she sees as a threat. She is Ezio’s other eyes, and she will protect him the way he protects others. She loves him, and in her mind, no one else can have him. Ezio is very fond of her, despite the roughness she shows to others, and has named her Gemini. • •| Ezio was born into a world limited to the sights the Earth had to offer. A small town, self-efficient and content in their old ways, away from the corruption and hatred of the world. It was not Eden, not even close, not a Kingdom or large plot of land. Simply a land, run by kind and hard working people that were too stubborn to look outside and see what a rotten place the rest of the world had become: what their small existence was up against. However, Ezio’s memory of his life in this town is limited and he can’t grasp a hold of how he came to be. He had small memories of a different time; of trees and fire. His parents said he was born to them, but that didn’t feel quiet right… Ezio never felt like he belonged there. However, he brought a great beauty to his town. He healed small injuries of the hurt with no problem, took away colds and illness, and was considered a prodigy.
But, alas, the happiness of this town could not stay peaceful forever. When Ezio was only six, a group of men, tainted in darkness, attacked their peaceful existence, with no other purpose than to produce carnage. The killed and injured many, pillaged and took women for slaves. Then they left without another word, leaving the town in turmoil. All the adults, fearful to loosing their loved ones, looked to a mere child to help them.
Ezio worked tirelessly to heal wounds poisoned by darkness; patched blind eyes, broken limbs, gashes and sword stabs. Even when he grew tired and begged to stop, saying his body ached and tingled they pushed him. They forced his hands to the injured, holding him until the wounds were healed. They were greedy in what they demanded, but in order to save lives Ezio just had to work through it.
However, he didn’t work through it. He healed too much, too quick and he was too young for his powers to take. Never had he attempted to heal so many, and so serious of wounds. He stopped and pulled away from their grasps, much to the townspeople annoyance, and he backed himself into a corner. He cried, and screamed like he was suffering from something no one could see. As the child fell to the ground, the town watched in horror as the wounds the child healed drew themselves into his pale skin. Within short moments it looked as if he had been attacked by an unseen force; bleeding from deep wounds all over his body. The child passed out, and wasn’t to wake in his same town. He woke into a place he had never seen before... in a place where they cared for him and helped him to his feet.
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