Post by Olym Feir on Jan 11, 2012 11:28:30 GMT -5
Before the world you know was like it is
I held a lover once and I was his
And we walked along the river in the sun
But he's a lonely man, so this was done.
The Basics
Name:
Olym Greicht Feir
Nickname(s):
Olly. Just try calling him Greicht. See how many seconds you can breathe for in a space of 0% oxygen.
Age:
457
Birthday:
December 1
Current job:
Lord... wait, you mean in the Human World? But they're so... dirty. Corporate business owner.
Race:
Fae
Special abilities:
Particularly strong Glamours and the Song
Focus's:
[/li][li] Air manipulation
[/li][li] Wounding songs (especially lacerations and internal organs)
[/li][li] Glamour Songs (useful for making things invisible)
Court:
Unseelie
Hair:
Short, chocolate brown.
Eyes:
Green, nothing special, but you know.
Physical Looks:
Standing about 6'1", his slight figure does little to impress upon people the fact that he could literally suffocate them without his hands. However, he is not frail - not as frail as certain Fae would hope anyways - and runs a couple miles in the morning to keep it that way. His strong Glamour prevents any scars from being noticeable, and if there were any, they certainly wouldn't be visible for your pleasure.
Character rep:
Matthew Lewis (Neville FOR THE WIN!)
Mentality
Attitude:
While generally flippant or down right apathetic about most things, he does have a rather aggressive passive side. Different from passive-aggressive, in that he kills first and contemplates it after. Olly claims he has a failing memory when something unpleasant happens, and thus can't be held accountable for it. In truth, his mind is still sharp as a blade, and can recall the name of every person he's ever met. Olly doesn't take kindly to being forced into the Human 'World' and only does so when dragged kicking and screaming, having deemed humans filthy some century or two ago. To say he's self-centered is akin to saying that Napoleon had a small ego.
Olly tends to come off as an extremely vain airhead, but those that have seen him at Court know that he is as cunning as he is old.
Goals:
[/li][li] Find a lover. Doesn't have to be anything special, but an heir is an amazing concept for someone else to raise in his name.
[/li][li] Attempt to find a home worthy of his presence.
[/li][li] Rid the world of those filthy Shifters. What kind of race allows abominations like that anyways?
Likes:
[/li][li] The sound of someone dying.
[/li][li] Flying. Something Humans, filthy though they are, finally got right.
[/li][li] A good game of intrigue. You never know how badly you can fail when placed against him.
Dislikes:
[/li][li] Killing, the physical part of it. Far too dirty for his taste.
[/li][li] Humans, as a whole; Shifters in particular.
[/li][li] Being serious - it puts a serious dent in those wrinkles.
Strengths:
[/li][li] His Glamour and Glamour Songs - can change a person into a snake if they're willing.
[/li][li] He can charm the knickers off a person before they know he's entered the room.
[/li][li] He is known to have created an Air Elemental Song that can dry out an organ of his choosing (depending on the word used). Be it eyes, or heart. Very effective in torture situations.
Weaknesses:
[/li][li] He won't admit to any of them - Hubris
[/li][li] Refuses to use human weapons even at the risk of his own life.
[/li][li] Feels the urge to have an heir, which can distract him from more important matters.
[/li][li] Sex. He's not gender-specific, but he is somewhat speciesist.
Fears:
[/li][li] Losing his power. He only spent his entire life trying to gain it.
[/li][li] Learning he has human descendants. What a complete drag.
[/li][li] Tympie not being mature enough to take over his title when he dies.
Family
Parents:
Kree'Sando Marrve (mother :: deceased); Greicht Deliverance Feir (father :: deceased)
Siblings:
None
Other family:
Altmo Deliverance Feir (uncle :: deceased); Tympie Altmo Feir (cousin :: alive)
Economic status:
Let's say he's poor. For tax purposes. Though the jet in his backyard is hard to ignore during audits. Thank the heavens for Glamour Songs.
History:
Born in an arranged marriage, Olym Greicht Feir never knew the love of a parents touch. Only the strict nanny that his father could afford while he was at Court. And, when not making his meager connections with the Court, his father was off playing similar games in the human world. It earned him enough money to make a good living outside Faerie, but it was not one a young Olym wanted for himself. Even at the young age of 20, Olym wanted nothing more than to aspire to the highest pinnacle provided by the Faerie Courts. Of course, the realization that Unseelie King was a title honored to named heirs and none else was something of a crushing moment to the young 32 year old. His spirits weren't dashed though, and he decided to bring his family name up to the par of Lord.
For the next seventy years or so, he would master his Glamour, allowing him to appear the more honest and open role of a youngster than he actually was. When he reached 100, his father told him that he was to enter the Human realm and cut out an honest living for himself. At his father's wishes, Olym went to Earth, but it was a dire place to be in the mid 17th Century, and he found it absolutely repulsive. The entire place was an exposé in horrible manners, horrible social graces, and atrocious bathing rituals. The impression the mid 1600's left on him, has stuck to this day. He did attempt to make the most of his stay there though - conning merchants into selling their goods for less than half price, and then selling them to other merchants for more than double the price. The con only lasted for about a year before he was made, and escaped back into Faerie.
Back in Faerie, he made a small home for himself, and began his actions in the Court. While he excelled at the political backstabbing, he quickly discovered that his lack of knowledge of the Song would be the eventual death of him. At this, he found an old Song book of Air manipulations and mastered it. From here, he began murdering the Heads of older families and taking their Song books in the middle of the night. From these, he built a strong knowledge base in Air manipulation, and even managed to create a Song of his own when he was 312. Considering himself a Master, though self-stylized, in that particular field, Olly decided to take on an extra area of expertise to Master, and thus has begun his learning of Laceration Songs.
At this point though, Olly had become too well known to go about killing random lesser families to obtain Song books, and instead invested a vast amount of wealth in Tutors on the Song. He devoted nearly 75 years of his life to learning those Songs, and only stopped the lessons when he felt he was 'adequate' by his own standards. Olly then returned fully to the Unseelie Court fought tooth and nail for title of Lord, and a short 20 years later, he was awarded the title.
Many say that Olly finally snapped when he was granted his title. 'Many' got their information from an almost credible source. In truth, Olly had simply started the rumor himself and did what he could to act the part in public. Those that knew him before his 'Breakdown' weren't as surprised as they could've been, and probably wouldn't be surprised to learn that even this was a ruse to convince other Fae to underestimate him.
When he was 419, Olly was informed that his late uncle Altmo had left a 35 year old Tympie in his care. While not excited about raising a 'newborn' fae, it did provide him with the ability to test out his parenting skills. Most of which, he now knows, are non-existent. When he was told that Faerie was collapsing, Olly was absolutely livid at being forced to meander amongst those vile Humans. To this day, he remains vehement about their extinction in his general vicinity.
Anything else?
Over the years, Olly did return to Earth, to leave behind some monetary investments. Most of which didn't work out, but more than a couple did. This has left him quite wealthy on Earth. While there, it is possible that he fell to carnal relations and sired some half-blooded fae over the years. He never kept track of them, if he did though.
Sample RP:
Olly watched the rain fall on the pavement of a small unmarked road in Edinburgh. Nothing like a rainy day to keep him at bay. This place was as boring as it was 300 years ago. Maybe more so, actually, now that the Kingdom had been dissolved. But such was human life, they didn't live long enough to fully create an actual society, and suffered because of it. Really, just look at the Unseelie Court - all business and unfair play. But unified, under one banner, to protect them from outsiders. No traitors in that court... all things considered.
When the rain would stop, Olly would venture back to his home in Dublin. Why Dublin? It was closest to his home in Faerie. Sure that place was a dump these days, but he still had things there worth bringing over to this side. Stupid fucking idiot, it was, that brought the barrier down. Didn't realize the ramifications. Oh sure, he was part of the Court that exiled him and stripped him of his power, but that shouldn't mean that he be punished for it. No other Fae had been so pompous after decisions like this. It's just how things had to be done.
Of course his driver was late. That man could never be where Olly needed him to be at the same time. Tympie, though in his 70's, was still fairly unused to Faerie and the change didn't effect him anywhere near as much. Probably for the better; who would want two Fae sitting around moping about Faerie for so long? It didn't matter anymore though. This Earth was his home now. For now? No, now. The Unseelie Court was already setting back up here, and as a Lord it was part of his duty to attend to it.
Finally the rain stopped. Now he just had to wait on that blasted driver. A phone started ringing in another room, but Olly left it unattended as he knew that Tympie was old enough to answer the phone on his own. "Cousin? The driver's around back. He's ready when you are." With a simple nod, Olly dismissed him. Time to return to Dublin, and most of his responsibilities. Good thing for Yule to be over sooner than the heavily popularized fake Christian holiday of Christmas.
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Behind the Scenes
(This part is purely optional - if you don�t want to fill it out, that�s perfectly fine =] )
Name: It's a me - Monty!
Age: 22
How long have you been rping? 6, 7 years...
How did you find us? Mand-i-kins.
