Fallen/Daemon/Human
.::Winter's Distance ::.
Name: Airost
Pronunciation: Air-ost (as in frost)
Gender: Male
Race: Daemon
Voice: David Bowie- a little more refined, more aristocratic.
.:: Info::.
Age: Undisclosed
Eyes: Sable, with a grey outer ring
Hair: Shades of white, with some holding a pale blue, like snow kissed by the weak winter sun.His eyelashes match this, giving the impression of delicate frost against his high cheek bones.
Wings They are dragon like, with grey opalescent scales, and bat like membranes that make up their flight surface. When opened, in order to hold his 6'2 frame aloft the span of them is 5 meters, total about 16 feet across. When not using them they are usually tucked high against his body, or folded around him, the claws at the front hooked to make them seem more as a cloak then as wings. Wings
Skin: Icy pale, a winter born wraith. Though his body is not chilled as one might expect and despite his canines, his heart beats, though slowly. Like a mortal close to death in the cold of a glacier. He is not one of the undead, but exactly what he appears to be, a primal power given life, spun from winter's elements.
Dress: Always as a gentleman, referring that of the French and English court of the High Renaissance. Some may call him a peacock but they will find there is a core of steal under the silk.Typically the outfits are in blues, greys or blacks.
Accessories: Earnings in his ears, typically a pin at his cravat, other odds and ends depending on the outfit. Nothing of personal, sentimental value to him.
.::About::.
Who I Am:
Airost is at best..distant. Emotionally aloof except when angry, then he is the devil himself. He never has a out of control rage, but a colder then ice one that is far more fighting. He tends to stay in control of himself, and quit. Stoic is another good description of him. He will do what he has to, to whoever he has to, to move his own agenda forward. Airost has no loyalty, or sense of being duty-bound. He left that behind when he was betrayed by the only friend he had ever cared for. There are no causes, and no masters for him. If he has ever felt affection for any Fallen, Deamon or mortal he has never spoken of it since. In affect, in the war, he is truly neutral. Helping by whim or by payment, which ever that may be.
Most of the time he has a amused expression on his face. The world is full of a hundred little jokes for Airost, and he is not sharing if you are too stupid not to notice them. Arrogant, secure in his ability to back up that arrogance, everything about his body movement is unhurried. He has no need to impress people with his age or abilities, but he will use them without hesitation if he feels threatened. Unless another is found that could reach him, Airost could easily fall prey to his the loneliness and distance he has but between himself and the world.
Who I've met:
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