Vesinn
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╫Main Information╫
Full Name: Vesinn (the Ve is pronounced like the first part of very,VE-sin) Yvoru
Bloodline: Aethral
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Nation: Saieth
Land: Merseyer
Title: Dancer/entertainer. A well paid one at that
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╫Equipment Information:╫
Weapons: His body. Vesinn doesn't fight unless it's part of foreplay. Even then he's pretty submissive. The only time he does fight is when someone tries to force themselves on him, which has happened a couple of times. Those people found themselves with fierce bite marks and scratches. He truly has no clue how to wield a weapon.
Armor: His charisma. Thanks to his race's natural ability at seduction he is more likely to end up having drinks with an enemy then fighting.
Clothing: Mostly flowy clothing. Anything that drapes or hangs slightly. Although he prefers his tops tight. Normally seen in dark clothing, he tends to wear things that fits his performances. If he's not showing off most of his torso then something is wrong.
What else do they have on their person?: An assortment of jewelry mostly. He has a lot both from the various gifts he receives from his fans and that what he brought with him. His most prized possession is a golden choker several bands wide. On it's center is a large oval ruby. It was a gift from his first master and he will die before he will give it up.
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╫Fighting Style╫
Vesinn doesn't fight. He can't. Instead he tends to talk his way out via suggestive comments. He has used himself to get out of situations before. Rarely though does he take his possible enemies to bed. That's just a little to far for him.
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╫Character Description╫
Personality: Very free spirited, Vesinn loves to live. Anything new is wonderful to him. Walking down a street he's very likely to wander down a street that he's never seen instead of going where he meant too. He loves to hear stories and tell them as well. He is very curious about all things. This has lead him into trouble more then once. Despite the stereotypes of his race, Vesinn isn't a total air head. Sure you corner him and he's truly stuck. With a love of good times and laughter Vesinn has been described as passionate. That's in everything he does. From his dancing to his love life, he gives his whole heart. It's lead to some serious heart break before and loss leaves him completely vulnerable.
Should someone managed to win his heart over they'll see another side of the Aethral. A gentler side that rarely is seen. When he falls in love he drops the barriers he's placed about himself and gives himself wholeheartedly to the person. He shows his true softness and a bit of his naivety comes to the surface. Vesinn may live in the Unholy nation but he is very much a believer in the power of love.
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 145 lbs
Eye Color: Ruby Red
Hair Color: Midnight Black
Talents: Vesinn is a very good dancer. He's practiced all his life and enjoys the trill of it. He's also a decent with a needle and thread. That is as long as he has a pattern to follow. Vesinn also has a talent for picking out constellations, something that was taut to him in recent years. On a final note he's good with his hands. As in he will give you the most wonderful massage should you trust him near you without your clothes on.
Theme Music: Let Your Heart Decide By Celine Dion. (pardon the video couldn't find a better version)
Companion: ((This is a pet, per se. Lets not get really over board (lions, tigers and bears oh my) unless you can justify it REALLY WELL. You can also have a lesser being as a ‘companion’, see the Codex for these catagories
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╫Background Information╫
Vesinn has spent most of his life in the swirling sands of the desert. His father owned a small bar where his mother danced. It was a simple life and all were happy with it. The young Aethral started learning how do dance thanks to his mother. When he was good enough Vesinn joined his mother in several performances. Life wasn't perfect and at times hard but he was happy and that was all that mattered to him.
When Vesinn was 8 his father passed away. The illness came on hard and strong. Within a week of his father catching it his mother was burying him. It crushed his mother to loose his father and she refused to stay in Merseyer. Packing up their things she moved them to the long plains of Kaeheer. Vesinn was not happy. By the time he was ten she had taken a master and the two moved in. His mother never truly recovered from his father's death but Vesinn saw she had gained some happiness leaving him content.
The young Aethral had a hard time deal with the other children of his race. Often the other boy's would tease him as his horns were much smaller than the others. Vesinn took to growing his hair out and styling it around his horns trying his damn est to hide the shiny blackness that curled down around his ears. It was during one of these many teasing, when Vesinn was 15, that he met Tornac. The young Aethral was entranced by this gentle soul that had come to his rescue. Vesinn took to spending alot of time with the Sylph and Tornac never minded. In fact the man seemed to enjoy his curiosity. Often one would find the two outside the city watching the stars. Vesinn couldn't get enough of the stories and legends that Tornac seemed to be ever full of.
Vesinn was rather infatuated with the man who could so easily get behind the walls he had built over the years. With a simple smile or a soft complement Vesinn was scarlet leaving Tornac laughing. At times it seemed as though he was the Aethral and not Vesinn. Their relationship grew to love and when Vesinn was 17 he chose Tornac to be his first master. The next to years were bliss and Vesinn would give anything to return to that time. One evening after a late run to the market Vesinn returned to a nightmare. Their beautiful home was eerily dark. Inside the place was in shambles. On their bed lay the bloody form of his love.
He wasn't granted the luxury of burying Tornac or even staying there to grieve. Someone found him there with the dead Sylph and rushed out naming Vesinn as the murder. Barely able to snatch up a small bag's worth of stuff Vesinn fled with the heat from the angry mobs torches on his back. Nowadays he's taken up residence in an apartment back in Merseyer. He's using his skills to make a living and tries to keep others at bay. Vesinn doesn't know who killed Tornac but he swore to someday see that person dead.
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