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Erasmus “The best memory is that which forgets nothing, but injuries. Write kindness in marble and write injuries in the dust.”
The scraps of information that actually Matter...
Race: Symenestra Birthday & Age : 493AV, Winter: 3rd day // 19 years of age Gender: Male
The lie that draws you Closer/The mask he wears to hide the Claws and Fangs...
Though his extremities are longer than an average human’s, they do not undermine his outward grace and charm, nor are they even really noticeable because of his height. Each breath he takes lures others into his game; his features are perfectly proportioned for the optimal influence on other races. He is a monster dressed in angel’s apparel, or so some would conclude. Overlapping his bones skin stretches like a mutated spider web, hardly covering the visible and delicate dark azure veins that run ramped through his body. The skin he owns is thin, grey, and pale, almost comparable to old parchment in its smooth texture. This unmistakable Symenestra is 6.3 feet tall with a lithe but muscular figure weighing in at only 175 pounds due to his lightweight skeletal balance, a factor to his unique race. The hint of muscles ripple like waves over his biceps, because skin runs along the arms so thin and totally unaffected by fat it makes this man look like a natural fighter with the god-like gift to tare a foe apart with his bare hands. This is in fact an allusion, one he works to his advantage however.
He wears the standard attire of his kind: a casing of protective yet thin armor covering the sensitive ribcage, shoulders, collarbone, and spine. Atop the armor everything is concealed beneath a woven tunic, the frayed sleeves just ending below the elbow, usually. Erasmus prefers his woven jeans lightly armored underneath as well; his feet will always be stubbornly naked. He intentionally dresses with his abilities in mind; his clothing is never too thick to prevent the spiderish scaling action preformed effortlessly at any time or location. Erasmus is rarely found in crowded areas not belonging to his race, therefore when he finds himself in a situation similar he slips on a cloak or coat to hide some of his more distinct characteristics in attempt to blend in with the crowd so he can quit their company altogether. His backpack is also a woven treasure of the Symenestra, only unlike his clothes the fabric is that of a burlap sack. He could pass for a packrat with his positions sticking out of different saddlebags and pockets resembling a disorganized crow’s nest from every angle you peer at him. The only form of jewelry Erasmus has ever owned is a home-made Glass-Beaded silver string, lucky enough to cling around his neck as a necklace. Almost hourly his hand reaches to instinctively touch the heirloom with his lean fingers, making certain it’s still where he had left it.
His dark crimson pupils shine with deep inner emotions hidden beneath the handsome yet foreboding surface, His fine hair contrasts to the color of his eyes... a murky black, yet the infant-like locks are soft to the touch. Erasmus has entrancing lips that move so simultaneously to the words he voices that he could be mute and still have an understood conversation with a stranger, you can read the words he whispers in his eyes also, as with the hands that tell stories of their own when they move to his rhythm of talk. His voice is satin, washing all mistrust away with a single innocent inner-devising smile and corresponding twinkle of his eye. If a voice can paint a picture, Erasmus is the ultimate artist that can spin masterpieces out of words. The dark creature hardly laughs, but when he does it’s a soft simple chuckle made under his breath. He is the lord of withholding inner thoughts, usually wearing a capitulated and uncomplicated expression while his mind analyses every wrong or right move like a snake enticing mice to come out of hiding and play. When Erasmus finds himself looking into a pool of water a charismatic and alluring gent’ looks back at him with a sly smile that says everything and yet nothing at all.
The inner Masterpiece...
Erasmus is a labyrinth that looks like a kitty-pool from the outside. Once a mind decides to explore his character they step into an overwhelming and intricate maze they may never escape. Do not be fooled by his appearance, for this book’s cover was stolen from many different creatures and collaged together to lure beings into his deep and many pages. Though creating a surrogate isn’t Erasmus’ goal now, if the clever beast ever focuses on that objective his deceiving qualities will assist in the natural charm of Symenestra. Erasmus has a heart, a heart as black as coal that is. For his race he strives to be an asset, but when encountering other species he is extremely racist on the inside, only thinking of benefits he may reap for himself later on. There are clouds in his personality that may let a ray of sun peek through every now and then. You see, Erasmus has no memory of his childhood, why he ventured away from Kalinor, or what he did the majority of his embankment. This will be elaborated in his history, but to him it’s as if he somewhat searches for what he once had been. Not even the cause of this memory loss can be identified.
Erasmus is far from perfect, his flaws are many but his weaknesses are few. He has an outward disposition of consideration, while inwardly his brain works to not only listen but contemplate, evaluate, and devour the knowledge each new acquaintance may bring. His mind is a sponge always hungry and quick to learn. He has a natural charisma about him; he’s an outstanding speaker however not too eagerly outgoing, able to think over the words before they slide past his mouth. As much as he’s smart, he’s incredulously stubborn. Some call him a natural leader, while the smart ones call him headstrong. If he feels his opinions do not matter, rather than throw tantrums he fades into the background until slowly disappearing completely from the situation. His desires for the future are unknown to even him; his life is a canvas ready to be covered.
What he can't Remember...
An infant cried his first tears in a small house found in the back of the city of Kalinor, 3rd of winter 493AV. A beast breathed Erasmus’s first breath as his dignified mother perished: the consequence of carrying her own son rather than discovering and bringing home a surrogate. Erasmus knew nothing of his mother except a name, Zita Taxus, and that she was in fact pure Symenestra along with his shire, Zydrid Taxus. His father was always a rough brute who loved to be away from home, occasionally returning with a few small gifts for his only son, who otherwise lived alone. He was a good student, always able to learn anything tossed at him. For the moist part Erasmus was a quiet child, at around ten his father died… or so he concluded, because ‘Zydrid’ had never returned home that year or the years that followed. At fifteen, Erasmus decided to leave Kalinor. The reason why is a mystery, perhaps he chose to venture out because he had nothing in life worth making him stay due to the fact school had taught him everything it knew, maybe it was to track down his father, or it could possibly be to perform a mission now long forgotten. Erasmus only knows a few key factors to his life, and the above is not included.
The Rebirthing of Erasmus
510AV, a soaked corpse at the bottom of The Katshika Falls starts to rasp air into his burning lungs once more. Above him Mount Skyinarta towers into the heavens looking as if it never ends, letting the inhabitants touch the stars with their lucky little fingers. The deranged and half-dead Symenestra first crawls to the edge of land: coughing up water… watching the liquid from his mouth splash to the dirt. Every muscle in his fragile body ached, he could only groan upon taking his first steps. Peeling off his tattered clothes, he frantically searched for any means of identification, confused as to how he got there… ‘There’ as in the world itself.
Erasmus had evolved into a restless man following this tragedy. His possessions included a necklace, a sack full of gold, and a sodden journal. The necklace, with its enchanting intricate glass beading and shiny silver chain, had been clutched in the palm of his hand hours after he had gained consciousness that day. When he finally did noticed it, something told him to possessively keep it always close around his neck. The bag of gold was tied tightly to his bare waist when he trudged out of the river. The journal was in a pocket of his trousers, only a few pages could be salvaged. From the journal’s pages Erasmus gained the knowledge of his age, where he originated from, his name, and a few other tiny details left to float in the empty space of his entire life. From the gold he bought his starting package, selling, bargaining, and buying more goods. From the necklace he gained nothing, it still dangles from his neck… offering him an odd feel of comfort.
When Erasmus had 'awakened' he could remember what race he belonged to and all the knowledge he gained over the years such as weaving, reading, writing, math, and basic survival skills. He could recite to you the map of his region, he could speak a total of three different languages, and he could harness a personality for himself later on. Erasmus chose to go back to Kalinor when he simply could not contain the deep infatuation and starvation for the knowledge he so direly lacked, the knowledge of himself. He has no idea why all this happened… but he intends to find out who this Erasmus freak really is.
Religion...
Erasmus currently walks the earth voluntarily blind to ‘gods’ and ‘goddesses’. The only explanation is that which may seem suicide; he must not have been very religious in the past. If Erasmus was ever forced to choose, his answer would be Viratas to prove he is loyal to his race, but honestly he’s not interested in faith, he’s focused on one thing the gods are quite possibly denying him… maybe this is the reason his memories combusted?
Lore 1 // Lore of the Symenestra Race Lore 2 // Lore of the The Kalea Region Lore 3 // Acquaintance: Chaeli Snowsong Lore 4 // The Morning of the Moths Lore 5 // Acquaintance: Avadon Anice Lore 6 // Acquaintance: Swyph Quercus Lore 7 // The Nest
Flashback Lore 1 // A Widow Amongst Eagles Flashback Lore 2 // Finding a suitable candidate Flashback Lore 3 // Wind Reach: Courtyard of the Sky Flashback Lore 4 // The Woes of Dependency Flashback Lore 5 // Pact with an Inarta Flashback Lore 6 // Underground Forest: A home away from home Flashback Lore 7 // Krysanthe Acquaintance Flashback Lore 8 // Drawing too much attention to your family is unhealthy Flashback Lore 9 // Deciding a baby’s name
The question is not stated with malice or a sarcastic tone, it is not a rhetorical question at all actually. How do you answer?
History:
Erasmus Taxus was a native and regular citizen of Kalinor up until age fifteen. Although people saw him around; Erasmus usually only socialized with others when it was a required act. His home was old and not located in the middle of busy civilization in the suspended city. Though the oldest son of his web, he was often the only one home, as his father (The only other member of his family) was more often than not visiting another region altogether. School-related, Erasmus did what was required of him and passed through quickly; being an avid learner he could have been classified as more of a ‘teacher’s pet.’ He didn’t have any close friends, the man kept to himself but could hold a conversation if need be. He was smart and witty, though not widely known the people who briefly met him felt privileged to extract his attention for that short amount of time. A charismatic fellow, he knew how to leave a good impression and was silently respected as being a friendly but introverted number to their species.
Erasmus married young, only a few months prior to his fifteenth birthday. The marriage wasn’t a huge fiasco and the Symenestra woman wasn’t even from Kalinor originally. The wife too spent most of her time in their house like her husband. When not in the house, she fancied spending time learning how to weave. Public affection was unheard of from the Taxus couple, the short time they both lived in Kalinor not one person would have seen them kiss or hold hands. When Erasmus turned fifteen he left Kalinor with a promise to come back with a surrogate for his wife.
Family:
Zita Taxus: Erasmus’s mother, who died in childbirth. It is believed she was part of the Esterians, she refused a surrogate and died while bringing an only son into Kilinor.
Zydrid Taxus: A traveling merchant, this man was almost never in Kilinor and left his son in the care of neighbors until Erasmus was old enough to stay alone. When Erasmus was about ten Zydrid’s luck ran out and it is said he was attacked by slave-traders. Erasmus took this news well, not feeling the affection of a shire who dealt with other races before his only son. Zydrid never re-married after his wife’s death, but never grieved over her either.
Desiree Taxus: Though not known by many Symenestra living in Kilinor, the wife of Erasmus Taxus was a respectable and modest young lady with a kindred aura to her. She was a quiet girl who didn’t need much, and it is a mystery how the two met or where Desiree originated from. She was in fact a Symenestra, but had an odd way of living and didn’t take up traditional ways of Symenestra. Socially awkward, people might have said Erasmus could have found a better mate to choose for himself. When Erasmus left this girl’s reputation went with him, she unfaithfully slept with another Symenestra and later died in childbirth. The child is said to have not made it.
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Note: You can choose whether to know Erasmus or not know him, he’ll need to gather this information somehow or another =P you can also pick and choose the information you want to know, maybe if a character worked in the Place Of Purging they would have remembered his wife’s death, or perhaps a school teacher might have remembered the older version of a bright young man. Nobody will know what happened the four years he has been gone from Kalinor. He knows none of the information above so far. If you want to have been a close friend of Erasmus feel free! His family is also open, ideas are very welcome!
by Erasmus on June 27th, 2011, 5:02 am 
Though his extremities are longer than an average human’s, they do not undermine his outward grace and charm, nor are they even really noticeable because of his height. Each breath he takes lures others into his game; his features are perfectly proportioned for the optimal influence on other races. He is a monster dressed in angel’s apparel, or so some would conclude. Overlapping his bones skin stretches like a mutated spider web, hardly covering the visible and delicate dark azure veins that run ramped through his body. The skin he owns is thin, grey, and pale, almost comparable to old parchment in its smooth texture. This unmistakable Symenestra is 6.3 feet tall with a lithe but muscular figure weighing in at only 175 pounds due to his lightweight skeletal balance, a factor to his unique race. The hint of muscles ripple like waves over his biceps, because skin runs along the arms so thin and totally unaffected by fat it makes this man look like a natural fighter with the god-like gift to tare a foe apart with his bare hands. This is in fact an allusion, one he works to his advantage however. 
Erasmus is a labyrinth that looks like a kitty-pool from the outside. Once a mind decides to explore his character they step into an overwhelming and intricate maze they may never escape. Do not be fooled by his appearance, for this book’s cover was stolen from many different creatures and collaged together to lure beings into his deep and many pages. Though creating a surrogate isn’t Erasmus’ goal now, if the clever beast ever focuses on that objective his deceiving qualities will assist in the natural charm of Symenestra. Erasmus has a heart, a heart as black as coal that is. For his race he strives to be an asset, but when encountering other species he is extremely racist on the inside, only thinking of benefits he may reap for himself later on. There are clouds in his personality that may let a ray of sun peek through every now and then. You see, Erasmus has no memory of his childhood, why he ventured away from Kalinor, or what he did the majority of his embankment. This will be elaborated in his history, but to him it’s as if he somewhat searches for what he once had been. Not even the cause of this memory loss can be identified. 
510AV, a soaked corpse at the bottom of The Katshika Falls starts to rasp air into his burning lungs once more. Above him Mount Skyinarta towers into the heavens looking as if it never ends, letting the inhabitants touch the stars with their lucky little fingers. The deranged and half-dead Symenestra first crawls to the edge of land: coughing up water… watching the liquid from his mouth splash to the dirt. Every muscle in his fragile body ached, he could only groan upon taking his first steps. Peeling off his tattered clothes, he frantically searched for any means of identification, confused as to how he got there… ‘There’ as in the world itself. 
