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Achenar
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Fluent: Common/Celestial | Basic: Fratava | Poor: N/AI've chosen not to have a poor language
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Name: Achenar (Maddoch)
Race: Ethaefal Forsaken (Leth)
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2ft
Weight: 180lbs
Fell to Mizahar: 20th, Fall 500AV
Description: Being Forsaken, Maddoch is perpetually "stuck" in his Spring hues. His opalescent skin shimmers under moonlight, mirroring the tints of Leth's realm, but his hair remains onyx black, cropped short. His horns, which twist behind his head somewhat like a gazelle's, are the color of olives. His eyes are arguably his most prominent feature; intense and almost feline in quality, they are silver in color, and always trained on the next prize.
Maddoch is tall and statuesque like many of his brethren. He is lean in muscle and regal in stature.
Race: Ethaefal Forsaken (Leth)
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2ft
Weight: 180lbs
Fell to Mizahar: 20th, Fall 500AV
Description: Being Forsaken, Maddoch is perpetually "stuck" in his Spring hues. His opalescent skin shimmers under moonlight, mirroring the tints of Leth's realm, but his hair remains onyx black, cropped short. His horns, which twist behind his head somewhat like a gazelle's, are the color of olives. His eyes are arguably his most prominent feature; intense and almost feline in quality, they are silver in color, and always trained on the next prize.
Maddoch is tall and statuesque like many of his brethren. He is lean in muscle and regal in stature.
Mortal Seeming: Svefra
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 165lbs
Description: Thrust into a diurnal world, Maddoch's mortal form is by and large what people see the most. He is an average height Svefra, lean with clean cut muscles. His hair is a dark, nearly black chocolate, and his skin is tan with an olive undertone. He is perpetually unshaven, with a defined mustache he tends to curl out of habit. His skin is far from unmarred in this form. He has scars all along his back, thighs and arms, though these he has since covered up with a myriad of tattoos all over his body.
Maddoch's blue eyes and footloose demeanor can be attributed to his Svefra heritage.
On the corner of his eye, marring his temple, is a tattoo in the shape of the Radacke hammer. This tattoo persists through both forms.
Injuries (Acquired Summer 515AV): Bitten tongue
Open wounds across the back (more painful than usual)
Hole through right palm
Several bruises across entire body
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 165lbs
Description: Thrust into a diurnal world, Maddoch's mortal form is by and large what people see the most. He is an average height Svefra, lean with clean cut muscles. His hair is a dark, nearly black chocolate, and his skin is tan with an olive undertone. He is perpetually unshaven, with a defined mustache he tends to curl out of habit. His skin is far from unmarred in this form. He has scars all along his back, thighs and arms, though these he has since covered up with a myriad of tattoos all over his body.
Maddoch's blue eyes and footloose demeanor can be attributed to his Svefra heritage.
On the corner of his eye, marring his temple, is a tattoo in the shape of the Radacke hammer. This tattoo persists through both forms.
Injuries (Acquired Summer 515AV): Bitten tongue
Open wounds across the back (more painful than usual)
Hole through right palm
Several bruises across entire body
Fluent: Common/Celestial | Basic: Fratava | Poor: N/AI've chosen not to have a poor language
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Personality
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Once, in years past, Maddoch had been a brighter soul, illuminated from within by his faith and his devotion to the gods. Subsequent years of slavery under the Radacke Dynasty has molded and forged Maddoch into a morbid comedian. He emerged a Forsaken; broken in faith to his god who remained silent throughout his ordeals. Maddoch adheres to the mantra of the Chaotic Neutral. He is utterly self-preserving and selfish, and somewhat of a narcissist. He presents himself as if he is of noble birth, though his tendencies to resort to sadistic humor would dispel such notions quickly. Maddoch longs for personal gain; be it material wealth or physical and magical prowess, largely due to his history of utter dependency and subservience to others. He has a lack of respect for authorities and rules, though he will begrudgingly follow them, at least as much as will keep the guardsmen off his tail.
What little left of his warmth, love and compassion has been locked behind a barrier, for protection, and preservation. Not once since his escape has he found himself close enough to call an acquaintance a true "friend" for loyalty is something that is not easily given. He will take what he wants from others with a coy smile, a knowing touch, a simple gesture, be it their trust or their coin purse.
Likes: Solitude, safety, knowledge, secrets, the arcane, personal grooming, hot baths, pears
Dislikes: Slavers, physical confrontations, attention, collars, stifling rules, Kenashian dynasts
Merits: perceptive, charismatic, loyal (once trust is earned), ambitious
Flaws: Selfish, dishonest, cynical, aggressive, self-preserving
History
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Maddoch emerged from the waters of Nyka, tangled in the net of a fisherman. In the beginning he knew to call himself Achenar, and though he suffered confusion at his fall and longing to return to his god's side, he was not steeled from life hardships. The fisherman proved to be a friendly face; a Nykan man named Rhythern who enjoyed the life of the wilds more than the confines of the city. He was stubborn and largely aggressive, but his passion was one lent by generosity. He took the ethaefal in, gave him food, mead and clothes, and traveled between Nyka and Syliras, citing the man's ranger blood and thirst for the next catch.
It was on a leisure excursion to the next fishing spot along a river to the south of Syliras, that the two were assaulted by a well-armed group of men. With his inexperience, Achenar was easily captured and bound by manacles and chains. The last he saw of Rhythern was the glint of the blades he wielded and the spray of blood.
Blindfolded on the long journey, the image of Kenash was the first sight the ethaefal absorbed. But it was short lived. His world became brick and wooden walls, cold chains and damp floorboards. He was taken to the Auction Hall and heavily advertised for his beauty and the rarity by which an Ethaefal was seen. It was not long before a scion of a Dynasty came along and subsequently purchased him. The years that followed under slavery and servitude brought nothing but pain. Physical and emotional pain, and pain in areas he would have never imagined. He was the play thing of many masters under the Caged Sun, and a canvas for his own master's sadistic propensity. Achenar was quickly becoming a repository of contempt. Not only to these people who kept him captive, but to his own god. His years of suffering were met only in silence.
His faith was severed during a fateful night, and a session of torture that broke his voice. Walls built up around his mind, walls that sought to protect and preserve. He had to notice things to do so, to perceive, to listen. For years he had drawn the eye of a girl who was madly in love with him. For his own purposes, he used her, just as they used him. Weeks and months of careful planning, prodding and positioning brought his position up from a common house slave to personal slave. But this was short lived. Achenar had no intention to remain, and his next errand to the city proper found him stowing on a carriage of a couple who took pity on him.
The woman was a former Shinya, and after many nights of convincing, she conceded, and initiated him into Projection, mentioning that with proper meditation and care, he could protect himself from anyone else who wished to harm him again. Within the months that he stayed with the couple, he renamed himself Maddoch, shedding his old title.
Blindfolded on the long journey, the image of Kenash was the first sight the ethaefal absorbed. But it was short lived. His world became brick and wooden walls, cold chains and damp floorboards. He was taken to the Auction Hall and heavily advertised for his beauty and the rarity by which an Ethaefal was seen. It was not long before a scion of a Dynasty came along and subsequently purchased him. The years that followed under slavery and servitude brought nothing but pain. Physical and emotional pain, and pain in areas he would have never imagined. He was the play thing of many masters under the Caged Sun, and a canvas for his own master's sadistic propensity. Achenar was quickly becoming a repository of contempt. Not only to these people who kept him captive, but to his own god. His years of suffering were met only in silence.
His faith was severed during a fateful night, and a session of torture that broke his voice. Walls built up around his mind, walls that sought to protect and preserve. He had to notice things to do so, to perceive, to listen. For years he had drawn the eye of a girl who was madly in love with him. For his own purposes, he used her, just as they used him. Weeks and months of careful planning, prodding and positioning brought his position up from a common house slave to personal slave. But this was short lived. Achenar had no intention to remain, and his next errand to the city proper found him stowing on a carriage of a couple who took pity on him.
The woman was a former Shinya, and after many nights of convincing, she conceded, and initiated him into Projection, mentioning that with proper meditation and care, he could protect himself from anyone else who wished to harm him again. Within the months that he stayed with the couple, he renamed himself Maddoch, shedding his old title.
