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NEMARIUS THE WATCHER

General


Alias/Nicknames: Kirigan, Redfoot, The Sentinel, Shamsiel
Race: Gaiyan
Sub-species: Angel
Gender / Sexuality: He/They, Pansexual
Age: 827
Alignment: Rogue
Faction: N/A


Persona


Personality: If you were to ask someone to describe Kirigan, known to some as Redfoot, they would have very polarising comments. He’s a fun guy, and very rarely one to cause a dull moment. He’s charming, playful, a bit of a tease and one who never likes to stand still. When he appears he is either on some form of adventure for the prospect of coin and knowledge, or he is buying rounds at the local tavern till even he passes out under a table or in someone’s chambers. The number one rule however is not to consider him a permanent ally, he gains no joy from betrayal and he does not seek to but he is a survivor at all costs and that means if his choice is between letting you get caught or simply not completing the task and he himself having his life risked, he will do so.

That is of course assuming the betrayal would not lead to death, for if the situation leads to where his allies would meet their end, then the reality of Kirigan intervenes. Wielding radiant light, fighting like unseen previously and not resting till the disaster is averted. Amongst those he is still unsure of, he will reveal his heritage but not his nature or name. But amongst those he deems worthy of knowing he will tell his name. Maybe even his story, and he will speak to them in a way that more accurately reflects the angel within.

For under his playboy exterior lies Nemarius the watcher, a valiant and stalwart defender of peace and life. A man who while no saint in his virtues, sees the ends as justifying his means. His life is one of battle whether through words or sword and spear and it is one he does well but it is not a life he loves. He carries weapons not because he finds a beauty in their art or a power in their control, he only fights for the sake of those who cannot or will not. And he has seen how those around a war suffer regardless, and he will not allow his guard to slip lest another war no matter how large or small endanger the continent once more.

History: The earliest records of the Angel first known as Shamsiel come from over 400 years before the end of the Holy War. While Gaiyans as a whole chose to stay neutral during the war it is no secret they still suffered from it, both their civilians and their natural places becoming upturned and threatened by both sides in their conflict. It was for this reason that some of those able to fight, journeys to the mainland in order to protect anyone who could not protect themselves. In particular however, an Angel clad in large armour and wielding a valiant spear was seen defending the entrance to a long abandoned shrine once constructed by the elves. Word travelled and a group of elves with non combatants and children amongst them journeys to this shrine in order to seek the protection of the one who stood guard.

The sentinel as he would become known, would watch day and night for any sign of conflict, cutting down any who threatened the safety of those under his care and helping evacuate to new locations whenever the prospect of a full scale battle came too close to ignore. At first it is said he began to hate the other races, believing humans and Eldritch undeserving of Vyldermire and that this war was evidence they were the land’s greatest threats due to their unparalleled greed and aggression. Each time he was forced to fight against warbands, skirmishers and scouts, not to mention bandits, he would find his inner hatred growing and his connection to Fleuve’ir fading. With each day his glow was getting dimmer and his wings losing their vibrancy. Despite his endurance and dedication to protecting the innocent, rumour has it he was on the brink when a family of humans came to their camp. At first he tried to send them away, not allowing them to even lay eyes on the tents of his elven allies, but when he saw the wounded child amongst their number he realised the truth of the war. It was not Gaiyans versus the world, it was not eldritch versus humans, the truth was that those who chose not to wield a sword could still suffer from one.

After that day he began taking in as many refugees as they found, even picking up allies to defend the group along the way, many of both were Anthros. By the time the successfully evacuated the collection away from conflict heavy areas his glow had returned and his wings were restored. The sentinel spent the remainder of the war Popping up whoever they may be needed, evacuating settlements within day’s ride of battle or monitoring the roads for bandits seeking to profit from the chaos. It was only within the last hundred years of the war he finally returned to Ilyanor. Resting, recovering, seeing the beauty of the Gaiyan’s creations and remembering what the war was stealing from the continent even more than just mortal life. Once more surrounded by those who remembered his original name, Shamsiel, he proudly was a part of the host who stood by to protect the ritual which lead to the war’s end.

With peace for the first time in his life, a newfound understanding of the mortal races and much blood on his hands, Shamsiel swore himself to a new life for a new era. It was here he took the new name of Nemarius, and while some stories still know him as the Sentinel h now thought of himself as the Watcher. Only taking on his armoured for min times of need, he instead would dedicate his life to travelling Vyldermire and living alongside it’s mortal inhabitants. He wished to protect them, to guarantee their peace would last, but very quickly he became untrusting of others once more. He began to believe that it was only a matter of time before Humans or Eldritch declared war once more and even if it too would end, how many would die before it did. He also knew however that few crimes are committed in the presence of one they know will punish such activity, the only way to see the truth in Humanity and the Eldritch would be to blend with their communities.

This was how Kirigan was born. A travelling scoundrel of sorts, always finely dressed and sporting an even finer smirk. A rogue who would sell his sword for coin, trade secrets for deeper secrets and spend all his secrets and coin on nights of celebration where he was surrounded by company enough to make any creature blush. An exterior which could not be trusted, and only sought it’s own gain in order to hide an interior who longed for the days he would truly feel such watchful gaze would not be necessary. In recent days, more and more are discerning that Kirigan is no human due to his eternal youth, but most are yet to figure out the specifics. To temporary friends, civilians or simply this who are present at times of severe distress, he will reveal his heritage and potential, but rarely his name. Nemarius hates few people, he just trusts even fewer.

Likes:
-Real-
.The tales and memories of long past days
.Vengeance
.Music
.Harmony

-Fake-
.Survival
.Money
.Lust
.Trickery

Dislikes:
-Real-
.Tyranny
.Anarchy
.Injustice
.Conquest

-Fake-
.Working for no personal gain
.Blind loyalty or honesty
.Insects
.Dull alcohol

Goal/Aspiration: To bring everlasting peace at last, to see each race life in harmony with each other and have Gaiyans respected for their wisdom, memory and power.

Key Fear/Adversary: He is plagued by paranoia that another war is forever on the horizon. He fears that the other Races cannot be trusted to keep the peace and thus is falls to Gaiyans like him to be ready, yet he worries they will not be.


Human Appearance


Height: 5'10"
Body Type: Athletically toned, balanced muscle between both upper and lower body.
Hair: Long and wavy dark brown hair with a thick and perfectly cared for goatee with chin strap (see picture)
Eyes: Naturally Blue but glow red when casting magic
Skin Tone: Warm Tan. Despite his casual lies of being human, even he is unable to halt his natural angelic quality of a faint ethereal glow from his skin when feeling heightened emotion
Natural "Human" Appearance:

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Angelic "Battle" Appearance


Height: 7'2"
Body Type: Large and proportioned as if built with muscle. However any detail is unknown due to his angelic form always being encased in heavy plate armour
Hair: Always hidden by Armour, though technically same as stated above.
Eyes: Celestial yellow and white
Skin Tone:  While under the armour he merely looks like a bulkier, more powerful version of his human appearance he glows with such bright radiant light it is near impossible to tell.
Angelic "War" Appearance:

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ZATHIUS THE TRAVELER

General


Alias/Nicknames: Farzan, the Scoundrel, Gadre’el, Captain Goldstag
Race: Gaiyan
Sub-species: Angel
Gender / Sexuality: Male / Bisexual
Age: 679
Alignment: Rogue
Faction: N/A


Persona


Personality:
Asking someone what they thought of Farzan, formerly known as Captain Goldstag, would result in one of two possible answers. Either they bare the man a burning hatred, a desire to see this swashbuckling rogue and criminal be brought to justice. To have him charged for theft, punished for countless betrayals and to finally not get out of any problem in one piece. However, if you were to ask his former or present accomplices, the answer would be more complex. Hatred for sure given he has betrayed or swindled most more than once, but there is also an addictive quality to him. Charming, romantic, exciting and a genuinely great guy at heart, he is easy to hate but even easier to miss.

Unlike his brother, Zathius has a closer reputation and demeanour to his “human” front but still differs slightly. A charitable, kind and selfless angel, most of what hearts through crime is repaid through service to his people. In truth he does not betray for self gain or desire money for the wealth it provides him, he simply seeks thrills and an unforgettable experience in life. He wishes to have fun, live as humans do, and to fill his life with love that will keep him moving forward no matter how many hundreds of years pass. Many of his peers, his brother included, see him as a child who cannot take life seriously but in fact he simply sees many of his kindred as souls lost in purpose or joy.

History: The one known as Gadre’el did not step foot outside of Ilyanor till the end of the Holy war, venturing forth to accompany his older brother Shamsiel in defending the ritual which cut off magic from the warring races. Barred from intervening prior to this by an oath to his brother, who feared for his safety, he had spent hundreds of years staring out over the waters wishing to see what had come of the mainland. With the treaty signed the two brothers discussed what would come next for them both. Shamsiel, untrusting of the mortals, became the watcher, waiting amongst their people for the day he believed another war would ignite. Gadre’el however, fascinated by the lives of those beyond his homeland, became the traveler and set off to never stay still and never be satisfied.

Though he took on the new name Zathius to mark this next stage of his life, he would not use it beyond his kin or those who meant a great deal to him. To everyone else he carried the name Farzan, but accumulated several other titles and names of varying tone and intention. The lives of humans in particular interested him most, the way they made the most if every day as if it were their last and felt emotion so strong they could express it whether they wished to or not. As time went on he went from simply pretending to be one of them, to forging a lifestyle in a way he saw as the most human of all. One where love and adventure and wealth were the three pillars of motivation in anything he did. Though a good person at heart, this naturally lead him comfortably into a life of piracy, theft, treasure hunting and a further myriad of crimes.

In recent years, Farzan has finally given up his twenty year phase of being a pirate with his own ship. Not that the phase was ended by his own decision, instead it was taken from him by a most endearing enemy. Emi, the clown princess of crime and the flame he can’t help finding over and over again. An ex girlfriend whom bonded over their adventurous and thieving lifestyles, it was her mutiny to take over his ship that made him realise just how lucky of a man he was. It was experiences and memories like that which made human life so addictive, and so every time they reunite it is never far from both conflict and some flirtatious words. As for his brother though, the two are not often on talking terms. When on their mutual adventures they rarely overlap and when they do they will even come to blows over the slightest of differences. But when they return to their homeland of Ilyanor, despite their differences, they are brothers. They drink, they catch up, they laugh and they bicker but they would not dare let anyone bring down the other. That is something only they have the right to do.

Likes:
-Money
-Adventure
-New Experiences
-Romance
-Surprises

Dislikes:
-Tyranny
-Discrimination
-Boredom
-Pessimism
-Pacifism

Goal/Aspiration: To see the world be free of judgement on race and species, where all are free to live and enjoy life as they see fit.

Key Fear/Adversary: To be caged, to be trapped in a life without purpose or excitement and to watch the years of the world pass by without having been involved in the lives of the mortals who rise and die in pursuit of a life worth living.


Human Appearance


Height: 5'9"
Body Type: Athletically toned but leaner like a gymnast.
Hair: Scruffy brown hair with a single braid with the occasional chin strap of facial hair but usually clean shaven.
Eyes: Emerald Green
Skin Tone: Olive tanned with a feint ethereal glow when feeling uncontrollable emotion.

Overall Appearance:

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Angelic  "Battle" Appearance


Height: 6'8"
Body Type: Large and proportioned as if built with muscle. However any detail is unknown due to his angelic form always being encased in heavy plate armour
Hair:Always hidden by hood, though technically same as stated above.
Eyes: Always hidden by hood, though technically same as stated above.
Skin Tone: While under his armour he looks the same as his human appearance, while his hood is up it appears to be an empty void underneath, hiding his physical features.

Overall Appearance:

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@Nemarius the Watcher wrote:

NEMARIUS THE WATCHER

General


Alias/Nicknames: Kirigan, Redfoot, The Sentinel, Shamsiel
Race: Gaiyan
Sub-species: Angel
Gender / Sexuality: He/They, Pansexual
Age: 827
Alignment: Rogue
Faction: N/A


Persona


Personality: If you were to ask someone to describe Kirigan, known to some as Redfoot, they would have very polarising comments. He’s a fun guy, and very rarely one to cause a dull moment. He’s charming, playful, a bit of a tease and one who never likes to stand still. When he appears he is either on some form of adventure for the prospect of coin and knowledge, or he is buying rounds at the local tavern till even he passes out under a table or in someone’s chambers. The number one rule however is not to consider him a permanent ally, he gains no joy from betrayal and he does not seek to but he is a survivor at all costs and that means if his choice is between letting you get caught or simply not completing the task and he himself having his life risked, he will do so.

That is of course assuming the betrayal would not lead to death, for if the situation leads to where his allies would meet their end, then the reality of Kirigan intervenes. Wielding radiant light, fighting like unseen previously and not resting till the disaster is averted. Amongst those he is still unsure of, he will reveal his heritage but not his nature or name. But amongst those he deems worthy of knowing he will tell his name. Maybe even his story, and he will speak to them in a way that more accurately reflects the angel within.

For under his playboy exterior lies Nemarius the watcher, a valiant and stalwart defender of peace and life. A man who while no saint in his virtues, sees the ends as justifying his means. His life is one of battle whether through words or sword and spear and it is one he does well but it is not a life he loves. He carries weapons not because he finds a beauty in their art or a power in their control, he only fights for the sake of those who cannot or will not. And he has seen how those around a war suffer regardless, and he will not allow his guard to slip lest another war no matter how large or small endanger the continent once more.

History: The earliest records of the Angel first known as Shamsiel come from over 400 years before the end of the Holy War. While Gaiyans as a whole chose to stay neutral during the war it is no secret they still suffered from it, both their civilians and their natural places becoming upturned and threatened by both sides in their conflict. It was for this reason that some of those able to fight, journeys to the mainland in order to protect anyone who could not protect themselves. In particular however, an Angel clad in large armour and wielding a valiant spear was seen defending the entrance to a long abandoned shrine once constructed by the elves. Word travelled and a group of elves with non combatants and children amongst them journeys to this shrine in order to seek the protection of the one who stood guard.

The sentinel as he would become known, would watch day and night for any sign of conflict, cutting down any who threatened the safety of those under his care and helping evacuate to new locations whenever the prospect of a full scale battle came too close to ignore. At first it is said he began to hate the other races, believing humans and Eldritch undeserving of Vyldermire and that this war was evidence they were the land’s greatest threats due to their unparalleled greed and aggression. Each time he was forced to fight against warbands, skirmishers and scouts, not to mention bandits, he would find his inner hatred growing and his connection to Fleuve’ir fading. With each day his glow was getting dimmer and his wings losing their vibrancy. Despite his endurance and dedication to protecting the innocent, rumour has it he was on the brink when a family of humans came to their camp. At first he tried to send them away, not allowing them to even lay eyes on the tents of his elven allies, but when he saw the wounded child amongst their number he realised the truth of the war. It was not Gaiyans versus the world, it was not eldritch versus humans, the truth was that those who chose not to wield a sword could still suffer from one.

After that day he began taking in as many refugees as they found, even picking up allies to defend the group along the way, many of both were Anthros. By the time the successfully evacuated the collection away from conflict heavy areas his glow had returned and his wings were restored. The sentinel spent the remainder of the war Popping up whoever they may be needed, evacuating settlements within day’s ride of battle or monitoring the roads for bandits seeking to profit from the chaos. It was only within the last hundred years of the war he finally returned to Ilyanor. Resting, recovering, seeing the beauty of the Gaiyan’s creations and remembering what the war was stealing from the continent even more than just mortal life. Once more surrounded by those who remembered his original name, Shamsiel, he proudly was a part of the host who stood by to protect the ritual which lead to the war’s end.

With peace for the first time in his life, a newfound understanding of the mortal races and much blood on his hands, Shamsiel swore himself to a new life for a new era. It was here he took the new name of Nemarius, and while some stories still know him as the Sentinel h now thought of himself as the Watcher. Only taking on his armoured for min times of need, he instead would dedicate his life to travelling Vyldermire and living alongside it’s mortal inhabitants. He wished to protect them, to guarantee their peace would last, but very quickly he became untrusting of others once more. He began to believe that it was only a matter of time before Humans or Eldritch declared war once more and even if it too would end, how many would die before it did. He also knew however that few crimes are committed in the presence of one they know will punish such activity, the only way to see the truth in Humanity and the Eldritch would be to blend with their communities.

This was how Kirigan was born. A travelling scoundrel of sorts, always finely dressed and sporting an even finer smirk. A rogue who would sell his sword for coin, trade secrets for deeper secrets and spend all his secrets and coin on nights of celebration where he was surrounded by company enough to make any creature blush. An exterior which could not be trusted, and only sought it’s own gain in order to hide an interior who longed for the days he would truly feel such watchful gaze would not be necessary. In recent days, more and more are discerning that Kirigan is no human due to his eternal youth, but most are yet to figure out the specifics. To temporary friends, civilians or simply this who are present at times of severe distress, he will reveal his heritage and potential, but rarely his name. Nemarius hates few people, he just trusts even fewer.

Likes:
-Real-
.The tales and memories of long past days
.Vengeance
.Music
.Harmony

-Fake-
.Survival
.Money
.Lust
.Trickery

Dislikes:
-Real-
.Tyranny
.Anarchy
.Injustice
.Conquest

-Fake-
.Working for no personal gain
.Blind loyalty or honesty
.Insects
.Dull alcohol

Goal/Aspiration: To bring everlasting peace at last, to see each race life in harmony with each other and have Gaiyans respected for their wisdom, memory and power.

Key Fear/Adversary: He is plagued by paranoia that another war is forever on the horizon. He fears that the other Races cannot be trusted to keep the peace and thus is falls to Gaiyans like him to be ready, yet he worries they will not be.


Human Appearance


Height: 5'10"
Body Type: Athletically toned, balanced muscle between both upper and lower body.
Hair: Long and wavy dark brown hair with a thick and perfectly cared for goatee with chin strap (see picture)
Eyes: Naturally Blue but glow red when casting magic
Skin Tone: Warm Tan. Despite his casual lies of being human, even he is unable to halt his natural angelic quality of a faint ethereal glow from his skin when feeling heightened emotion
Natural "Human" Appearance:

Spoiler:
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Angelic "Battle" Appearance


Height: 6'8"
Body Type: Large and proportioned as if built with muscle. However any detail is unknown due to his angelic form always being encased in heavy plate armour
Hair: Always hidden by Armour, though technically same as stated above.
Eyes: Celestial yellow and white
Skin Tone:  While under the armour he merely looks like a bulkier, more powerful version of his human appearance he glows with such bright radiant light it is near impossible to tell.
Angelic "War" Appearance:

Spoiler:
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NEMARIUS THE WATCHER

General


Alias/Nicknames: Kirigan, Redfoot, The Sentinel, Shamsiel
Race: Gaiyan
Sub-species: Angel
Gender / Sexuality: He/They, Pansexual
Age: 827
Alignment: Rogue
Faction: N/A


Persona


Personality: If you were to ask someone to describe Kirigan, known to some as Redfoot, they would have very polarising comments. He’s a fun guy, and very rarely one to cause a dull moment. He’s charming, playful, a bit of a tease and one who never likes to stand still. When he appears he is either on some form of adventure for the prospect of coin and knowledge, or he is buying rounds at the local tavern till even he passes out under a table or in someone’s chambers. The number one rule however is not to consider him a permanent ally, he gains no joy from betrayal and he does not seek to but he is a survivor at all costs and that means if his choice is between letting you get caught or simply not completing the task and he himself having his life risked, he will do so.

That is of course assuming the betrayal would not lead to death, for if the situation leads to where his allies would meet their end, then the reality of Kirigan intervenes. Wielding radiant light, fighting like unseen previously and not resting till the disaster is averted. Amongst those he is still unsure of, he will reveal his heritage but not his nature or name. But amongst those he deems worthy of knowing he will tell his name. Maybe even his story, and he will speak to them in a way that more accurately reflects the angel within.

For under his playboy exterior lies Nemarius the watcher, a valiant and stalwart defender of peace and life. A man who while no saint in his virtues, sees the ends as justifying his means. His life is one of battle whether through words or sword and spear and it is one he does well but it is not a life he loves. He carries weapons not because he finds a beauty in their art or a power in their control, he only fights for the sake of those who cannot or will not. And he has seen how those around a war suffer regardless, and he will not allow his guard to slip lest another war no matter how large or small endanger the continent once more.

History: The earliest records of the Angel first known as Shamsiel come from over 400 years before the end of the Holy War. While Gaiyans as a whole chose to stay neutral during the war it is no secret they still suffered from it, both their civilians and their natural places becoming upturned and threatened by both sides in their conflict. It was for this reason that some of those able to fight, journeys to the mainland in order to protect anyone who could not protect themselves. In particular however, an Angel clad in large armour and wielding a valiant spear was seen defending the entrance to a long abandoned shrine once constructed by the elves. Word travelled and a group of elves with non combatants and children amongst them journeys to this shrine in order to seek the protection of the one who stood guard.

The sentinel as he would become known, would watch day and night for any sign of conflict, cutting down any who threatened the safety of those under his care and helping evacuate to new locations whenever the prospect of a full scale battle came too close to ignore. At first it is said he began to hate the other races, believing humans and Eldritch undeserving of Vyldermire and that this war was evidence they were the land’s greatest threats due to their unparalleled greed and aggression. Each time he was forced to fight against warbands, skirmishers and scouts, not to mention bandits, he would find his inner hatred growing and his connection to Fleuve’ir fading. With each day his glow was getting dimmer and his wings losing their vibrancy. Despite his endurance and dedication to protecting the innocent, rumour has it he was on the brink when a family of humans came to their camp. At first he tried to send them away, not allowing them to even lay eyes on the tents of his elven allies, but when he saw the wounded child amongst their number he realised the truth of the war. It was not Gaiyans versus the world, it was not eldritch versus humans, the truth was that those who chose not to wield a sword could still suffer from one.

After that day he began taking in as many refugees as they found, even picking up allies to defend the group along the way, many of both were Anthros. By the time the successfully evacuated the collection away from conflict heavy areas his glow had returned and his wings were restored. The sentinel spent the remainder of the war Popping up whoever they may be needed, evacuating settlements within day’s ride of battle or monitoring the roads for bandits seeking to profit from the chaos. It was only within the last hundred years of the war he finally returned to Ilyanor. Resting, recovering, seeing the beauty of the Gaiyan’s creations and remembering what the war was stealing from the continent even more than just mortal life. Once more surrounded by those who remembered his original name, Shamsiel, he proudly was a part of the host who stood by to protect the ritual which lead to the war’s end.

With peace for the first time in his life, a newfound understanding of the mortal races and much blood on his hands, Shamsiel swore himself to a new life for a new era. It was here he took the new name of Nemarius, and while some stories still know him as the Sentinel h now thought of himself as the Watcher. Only taking on his armoured for min times of need, he instead would dedicate his life to travelling Vyldermire and living alongside it’s mortal inhabitants. He wished to protect them, to guarantee their peace would last, but very quickly he became untrusting of others once more. He began to believe that it was only a matter of time before Humans or Eldritch declared war once more and even if it too would end, how many would die before it did. He also knew however that few crimes are committed in the presence of one they know will punish such activity, the only way to see the truth in Humanity and the Eldritch would be to blend with their communities.

This was how Kirigan was born. A travelling scoundrel of sorts, always finely dressed and sporting an even finer smirk. A rogue who would sell his sword for coin, trade secrets for deeper secrets and spend all his secrets and coin on nights of celebration where he was surrounded by company enough to make any creature blush. An exterior which could not be trusted, and only sought it’s own gain in order to hide an interior who longed for the days he would truly feel such watchful gaze would not be necessary. In recent days, more and more are discerning that Kirigan is no human due to his eternal youth, but most are yet to figure out the specifics. To temporary friends, civilians or simply this who are present at times of severe distress, he will reveal his heritage and potential, but rarely his name. Nemarius hates few people, he just trusts even fewer.

Likes:
-Real-
.The tales and memories of long past days
.Vengeance
.Music
.Harmony

-Fake-
.Survival
.Money
.Lust
.Trickery

Dislikes:
-Real-
.Tyranny
.Anarchy
.Injustice
.Conquest

-Fake-
.Working for no personal gain
.Blind loyalty or honesty
.Insects
.Dull alcohol

Goal/Aspiration: To bring everlasting peace at last, to see each race life in harmony with each other and have Gaiyans respected for their wisdom, memory and power.

Key Fear/Adversary: He is plagued by paranoia that another war is forever on the horizon. He fears that the other Races cannot be trusted to keep the peace and thus is falls to Gaiyans like him to be ready, yet he worries they will not be.


Human Appearance


Height: 5'10"
Body Type: Athletically toned, balanced muscle between both upper and lower body.
Hair: Long and wavy dark brown hair with a thick and perfectly cared for goatee with chin strap (see picture)
Eyes: Naturally Blue but glow red when casting magic
Skin Tone: Warm Tan. Despite his casual lies of being human, even he is unable to halt his natural angelic quality of a faint ethereal glow from his skin when feeling heightened emotion
Natural "Human" Appearance:

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Angelic "Battle" Appearance


Height: 7'2"
Body Type: Large and proportioned as if built with muscle. However any detail is unknown due to his angelic form always being encased in heavy plate armour
Hair: Always hidden by Armour, though technically same as stated above.
Eyes: Celestial yellow and white
Skin Tone:  While under the armour he merely looks like a bulkier, more powerful version of his human appearance he glows with such bright radiant light it is near impossible to tell.
Angelic "War" Appearance:

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ZATHIUS THE TRAVELER

General


Alias/Nicknames: Farzan, the Scoundrel, Gadre’el, Captain Goldstag
Race: Gaiyan
Sub-species: Angel
Gender / Sexuality: Male / Bisexual
Age: 679
Alignment: Rogue
Faction: N/A


Persona


Personality:
Asking someone what they thought of Farzan, formerly known as Captain Goldstag, would result in one of two possible answers. Either they bare the man a burning hatred, a desire to see this swashbuckling rogue and criminal be brought to justice. To have him charged for theft, punished for countless betrayals and to finally not get out of any problem in one piece. However, if you were to ask his former or present accomplices, the answer would be more complex. Hatred for sure given he has betrayed or swindled most more than once, but there is also an addictive quality to him. Charming, romantic, exciting and a genuinely great guy at heart, he is easy to hate but even easier to miss.

Unlike his brother, Zathius has a closer reputation and demeanour to his “human” front but still differs slightly. A charitable, kind and selfless angel, most of what hearts through crime is repaid through service to his people. In truth he does not betray for self gain or desire money for the wealth it provides him, he simply seeks thrills and an unforgettable experience in life. He wishes to have fun, live as humans do, and to fill his life with love that will keep him moving forward no matter how many hundreds of years pass. Many of his peers, his brother included, see him as a child who cannot take life seriously but in fact he simply sees many of his kindred as souls lost in purpose or joy.

History: The one known as Gadre’el did not step foot outside of Ilyanor till the end of the Holy war, venturing forth to accompany his older brother Shamsiel in defending the ritual which cut off magic from the warring races. Barred from intervening prior to this by an oath to his brother, who feared for his safety, he had spent hundreds of years staring out over the waters wishing to see what had come of the mainland. With the treaty signed the two brothers discussed what would come next for them both. Shamsiel, untrusting of the mortals, became the watcher, waiting amongst their people for the day he believed another war would ignite. Gadre’el however, fascinated by the lives of those beyond his homeland, became the traveler and set off to never stay still and never be satisfied.

Though he took on the new name Zathius to mark this next stage of his life, he would not use it beyond his kin or those who meant a great deal to him. To everyone else he carried the name Farzan, but accumulated several other titles and names of varying tone and intention. The lives of humans in particular interested him most, the way they made the most if every day as if it were their last and felt emotion so strong they could express it whether they wished to or not. As time went on he went from simply pretending to be one of them, to forging a lifestyle in a way he saw as the most human of all. One where love and adventure and wealth were the three pillars of motivation in anything he did. Though a good person at heart, this naturally lead him comfortably into a life of piracy, theft, treasure hunting and a further myriad of crimes.

In recent years, Farzan has finally given up his twenty year phase of being a pirate with his own ship. Not that the phase was ended by his own decision, instead it was taken from him by a most endearing enemy. Emi, the clown princess of crime and the flame he can’t help finding over and over again. An ex girlfriend whom bonded over their adventurous and thieving lifestyles, it was her mutiny to take over his ship that made him realise just how lucky of a man he was. It was experiences and memories like that which made human life so addictive, and so every time they reunite it is never far from both conflict and some flirtatious words. As for his brother though, the two are not often on talking terms. When on their mutual adventures they rarely overlap and when they do they will even come to blows over the slightest of differences. But when they return to their homeland of Ilyanor, despite their differences, they are brothers. They drink, they catch up, they laugh and they bicker but they would not dare let anyone bring down the other. That is something only they have the right to do.

Likes:
-Money
-Adventure
-New Experiences
-Romance
-Surprises

Dislikes:
-Tyranny
-Discrimination
-Boredom
-Pessimism
-Pacifism

Goal/Aspiration: To see the world be free of judgement on race and species, where all are free to live and enjoy life as they see fit.

Key Fear/Adversary: To be caged, to be trapped in a life without purpose or excitement and to watch the years of the world pass by without having been involved in the lives of the mortals who rise and die in pursuit of a life worth living.


Human Appearance


Height: 5'9"
Body Type: Athletically toned but leaner like a gymnast.
Hair: Scruffy brown hair with a single braid with the occasional chin strap of facial hair but usually clean shaven.
Eyes: Emerald Green
Skin Tone: Olive tanned with a feint ethereal glow when feeling uncontrollable emotion.

Overall Appearance:

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Angelic  "Battle" Appearance


Height: 6'8"
Body Type: Large and proportioned as if built with muscle. However any detail is unknown due to his angelic form always being encased in heavy plate armour
Hair:Always hidden by hood, though technically same as stated above.
Eyes: Always hidden by hood, though technically same as stated above.
Skin Tone: While under his armour he looks the same as his human appearance, while his hood is up it appears to be an empty void underneath, hiding his physical features.

Overall Appearance:

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