Post by Conan Argenkye on Jan 6, 2012 18:28:16 GMT -5
I will wander until the end of time
Torn away from you
My dark angel,
Deliver us from sorrow's hold
The Basics
Name: Conan Argenkye
Nickname(s):
Age: 370 years
Birthday: September 1
Current job: Soldier in Dublin's army base. Senior Cadet.
Race: Fae
Special abilities: As a Fae, he has the power of songs, with a focus on:
*Songs of destruction and death
*Songs of elements manipulation: expertise in water and fire
*Songs of the mind: mind reading, manipulation of memories, psycological torture
Court: Seelie
Hair: Jet black, and short.
Eyes: Chocolate brown with golden flakes.
Physical Looks: Conan is a tall fellow as all Faes. His arms and legs are strong and well built with muscles standing out and broad shoulders. He has a slender body that makes it easy to slip unnoticed and keep him under the radar. His skin is pale and he has an oval shaped face with marked cheek bones. Thin lips and narrow eyes.
His clothes are simple and of plain colors, no decorations other than every now and then a ring or a thin necklace. The jewelry must have some kind of sentimental value; either it reminds him of an experience or of someone.
Character rep: Dennis Oh
Mentality
Attitude: Conan is indifferent and cold, although he wasn't born that way. He worried about others, the innocent and the ones he knew. But he prefers to keep everything to himself; feelings, ideas, troubles. And does not like to meddle in what does/should not concern him. That brings forth the stubborness in him, which leads him to conflicts with poeple that have authority. He can sometimes say no to a favor, depending on what he was asked to do but most of the time he accepts to help.
Before the Collapse, he had been a tad sensetive, a trait that blurred a lot, but when he loves someone it can come to the surface. Injustices, bullies, lies, he can’t stand them. His solutions against that can turn nasty and violent. He relies on logic and gut instinct, as he was taught since little, rather than on feelings; he thinks they can be treacherous. He does not rush things, he is very patient. But he can be harsh on people, being a jerk when he can’t stand them for some reason, like if they posses ignorance. He seeks inner strength in anybody, even more in himself. And surviving is also of vital importance, but not more than knowledge and wisdom.
Goals:
*Hunt down Taha
*Find that special one (friend or lover)
* Avenge Akio and her father
*Find his brother
Likes:
*His new found solitude away from the Fae world
*Night
*Killing
*Confidence
*Water
*Truth
*Power
*Control
*Strengths
*Loyalty
*Knowledge
*Akio
Dislikes:
*Weaklings
*Trust
*Affection
*Disloyalty
*Commitments
*Disrespect to all
*Ignorance
*Arrogance
*Taha
Strengths:
Songs detailed in abilities.
Weaponry, both human and Fae alike.
Fighting – With weapons or his powers. He has an agile body that has been trained in hand to hand combat.
Persuasion.
Hunting – He is a killer and a trained soldier in both the human world and the Fae world.
Weaknesses:
Songs - Songs of love, nature, and healing.
Not sociable at all.
Pleasing others - he does not try to please others, he does things his way.
His past – A touchy matter for him.
Fears:
Vain existence, changes, his brother being dead, being backstabbed, those close to him dead, not finding Akio
Family
Parents: Cavan Argenkye-father *dead
Caitrin Argenkye-mother *dead
Siblings: Alcander Argenkye - younger*fate unknown
Other family: Akio Tori was like a younger sister to him, now she is like his pet, although he doesnt know about her hawk form. Has a pet hawk, called Hawk.
Economic status: Middle class in the human world, living with government paycheck as a soldier.
History:
Conan's mother gave birth to him 370 human years ago. Fifty years later she gave birth to her second son, Alcander. Caitrin had been a long descendant of fae royalty, and was a court member. Cavan was a military fae. Now, Caitrin's family name was now nowhere close to being supreme rulers, even after The Collapse, Conan wouldn't be eligible for King unless all the remaining court members died and left no offspring.
The Argenkye boys entered the Fae military, following their father's footsteps.
When Conan was 350 years old, he was promoted to General in the Fae army.
Now, at the moment of The Collapse, Conan led his soldiers unto battle. In all his years of service, he had never witnessed such war, for not only did his people's fate hang from a thread, but the human race also. During the war both his parents were killed. Alcander, his brother, who had been working as a spy, trying to infiltrate the Dark Fae, went missing in action. Never to be heard of again. After the battles, unsatisfied by the half-hearten results, the ungrateful response from the humans, and the loss of all he had fought for, Conan cut off all ties with his world. He left the Faes and camouflaged himself into the human world.
He entered the Irish army, unable to dissuade himself from his soldier nature. He became second lieutenant in Dublin's army base and befriended the lieutenant, Hang Tori. They were neighbors in the base, and Conan was soon introduced to the Tori family. On occasions he would watch over Tori's daughter, Akio, and she would do favors to him, like water his plants and wash his car. He grew fond of them, and enjoyed their company like with no one else.
One day, Akio disappeared and Hang was murdered by a Dark Fae. Conan swore to avenge their deaths, he will hunt down the fae that killed them. He also lowered his rank to Senior Cadet, trying to keep himself under the radar, ever so careful in shadows.
Conan does not know that Akio was cursed. He once found a hurt Hawk, that he took in as it reminded him of her, little did he know that it was her. He keeps the Hawk as a pet, you could say.
Anything else? Still trying to know what happened to his brother.
Sample RP:
Conan had been driving late, rather bored and with nothing to do. Feeding could have been on his list, he hadn't done so in quite a while, but the prospect of habing to search for the victim didn't sound appealing. He had lost track of direction when a familiar car passed by him, with a delightful blonde driving it. With a new idea at hand, he turned the wheel and followed the car unto the mall. The car parked but he had to search for a slot a few meters away. When he had stepped out the girl had already entered the building, so he hurried after her.
Once inside he stood by the entrance for a few minutes, trying to decipher Lillith's scent from all the others that invaded the place. One would think it was a task as easy as identifying a unique zebra from within a herd, but once a vampire was over a couple of hundreds years old, tricks could be learned. Conan started walking, having an idea of the direction she had taken, after all, he had only entered a minute after her.
As he passed through the crowds, a few heads turned. The vampire wore a red dress shirt, jeans and stylish shoes; he was dressed casualy, but he walked with authority and a goal in mind, and women easily caught that detail.
Conan stopped a few times, looking here and there until he was sure to be on the right track. After a couple of minutes, a gorgeous blond figure lay not to far from him. In a second he was right next to her, holding her hand. He raised her hand in his and licked gently one of her fingers, making sure not to touch one of his teeth; he wouldn't like to cut her and then resist the bloodlust, but he nontheless enjoyed the faint taste of cinnamon that lingered on her skin.
"Mmm," he teased, "How selfish of you Lillith, you didn't share." As a human he had never tasted such things that now existed, especialy junk food or most sweets, and as a vampire he didn't find much pleasure in them. Although he tried to imagine the taste of things to a greater extent. He could only wonder how it would taste in her blood.
Once inside he stood by the entrance for a few minutes, trying to decipher Lillith's scent from all the others that invaded the place. One would think it was a task as easy as identifying a unique zebra from within a herd, but once a vampire was over a couple of hundreds years old, tricks could be learned. Conan started walking, having an idea of the direction she had taken, after all, he had only entered a minute after her.
As he passed through the crowds, a few heads turned. The vampire wore a red dress shirt, jeans and stylish shoes; he was dressed casualy, but he walked with authority and a goal in mind, and women easily caught that detail.
Conan stopped a few times, looking here and there until he was sure to be on the right track. After a couple of minutes, a gorgeous blond figure lay not to far from him. In a second he was right next to her, holding her hand. He raised her hand in his and licked gently one of her fingers, making sure not to touch one of his teeth; he wouldn't like to cut her and then resist the bloodlust, but he nontheless enjoyed the faint taste of cinnamon that lingered on her skin.
"Mmm," he teased, "How selfish of you Lillith, you didn't share." As a human he had never tasted such things that now existed, especialy junk food or most sweets, and as a vampire he didn't find much pleasure in them. Although he tried to imagine the taste of things to a greater extent. He could only wonder how it would taste in her blood.
The Others :D
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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: Alex
Age: 19
How long have you been rping? 5 yrs
How did you find us? Jaess
