Post by Flynn on May 23, 2011 23:41:05 GMT -5
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears.
Suppressed by all my childish fears.
True Name: Felicius
Nickname(s): Always goes by Flynn, and has done since childhood
Age: 223
Date of Birth: March 1
Sexuality: Bisexual
Kith: Spirit Elf
Loyalty: The Fae Council
Status/Occupation: Spirit Elf Council Member
Played By: Archer
Associated NPC(s): Myr, Flynn's oldest ghost companion and very close friend.
Abilities:
Spirit Affinity
Character Creation Medium: Flynn can hear and speak with ghosts, but cannot see them.
50 Posts Spirit Summoner: Flynn can summon a ghost familiar called Casimir. He can become visible or invisible to other characters at will, but can only become solid (able to be touched) for those with a Spirit or Death affinity.
100 Posts Advanced Medium: Flynn can see ghosts both at day and at night, and can summon specific ghosts if he knows their full name. He can assist these ghosts to become visible to other characters however they still retain ghost-like properties, such as floating and passing through solid objects.
150 Posts Invisibility: Flynn can become invisible at will however during the time that he is invisible the real-world appears grey, frightening and ghost-like to him.
Flynn's Familiar:
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
Appearance
Midnight Blue Skin Like all Spirit Elves, Flynn's skin is a dark shade of blue. This stands out even among the Fae; not necessarily in a bad way, but it does help identify his kith and his magic at a glance. Flynn's dark blue complexion is actually quite attractive in an ethereal, other-worldly kind of way, although an unfortunate side effect is he looks purple when he blushes.
Jet Black Hair Still dark because Flynn is fairly young by Elvish standards, although one day it will likely turn silver. For now it is glossy and falls in messy waves down to his shoulders.
Tall, Slender Build Making it painfully obvious how unathletic Flynn is. He's naturally slim, bordering on skinny, and has little in the way of muscle tone. At six foot he's gangly to go with it and often looks awkward, even when standing still.
Striking Blue Eyes That are actually a mixture of blue tones, everything from azure to navy. Wide, innocent and expressive, they are an obvious tell of his naivety and trusting nature.
Simple Attire Mostly simple light grey robes over full-length pants in the same colour. Unlike most Fae Flynn is highly uncomfortable with nudity and will never be willingly seen so much as shirtless by others.
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind.
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind.
Personality
Those that commune with the dead are commonly thought of as unnatural and dangerous. This is why it might be surprising to discover that Flynn is anything but. He is first and foremost friendly and non-confrontational. Highly intelligent, the Elf's greatest pleasure is in gaining knowledge and he spends much of his time in the Fae library, immersed in texts. He speaks fluently the native languages of all of the four main species and has a eidetic memory, meaning he is able to recall very vividly and accurately things he has seen and heard.
Flynn has no skill with a weapon and limited physical talents; although he is reasonably quick his hand-eye coordination is useless and he can be clumsy. Despite his willingness to converse with others - all others, he holds no prejudices - he is socially inept and often awkward. Nonetheless he is likable for those able to get past his unusual appearance. Matters of battles and war are foreign to him although his immense store of knowledge means he can be useful with the theory. He is, however, no warrior and fears confrontation.
His magic holds a special place in his heart although he is reluctant to practice it in public. Privately he relishes his connection with the Spirit world, due to his struggles with socialising with the living, but he also fears the persecution and anger he sometimes receives because of it. He took the Council position very reluctantly and only because he was convinced his intelligence and memory for facts would be an asset. He hates the limelight, though, and is a naturally private individual.
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me.
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me.
History
Flynn's life has not been a particularly exciting or dangerous one. The only child of two very accomplished Spirit Elf warriors, his parents were perhaps a little confused when they produced a son with no affinity for physical pursuits. He couldn't learn how to handle a weapon despite their best efforts and, for a Fae, he was shockingly clumsy. What he lacked in physical talents he made up for in intelligence, however, and at a young age was apprenticed to the Keeper of the Scrolls.
His eidetic memory and affinity for knowledge stood him in good stead. He has spent much of his life studying and, although he loves Litharia, cannot leave Fae territory due to the Humans. They were dangerous to even their most skilled warriors let alone a physically inept scholar, so Flynn has scarcely left the Forest of the Fae in his life. Not that he minds too much - the books and texts he craves are here, and friends bring him others as gifts in full knowledge that he prefers them to more traditional presents, like daggers.
Ten years ago, with Gale's urging, he took a spot on the Council of the Fae. He was a highly reluctant member due to his hatred of the spotlight and his tendency to panic when responsibility was given to him but his intelligence and memory were deemed valuable enough to give him the position. His life continues in a similar vein now - he researches for the Council, attends their meetings, and otherwise tries to keep himself out of trouble.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along.
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along.
Roleplay Sample
The main library in the Mound was a calm place. The atmosphere was one of quiet reflection; being surrounded by books centuries old and heavy with history inspired a natural hush as though they might be listening to careless words. Golden dust motes drifted thickly through the air, dancing prettily when they became caught in shafts of sunlight from the many windows. An Elvish library was not a dark place - greenery decorated the place unashamedly - but it was peaceful.
Most of the time.
"Arggh-" The yell was cut off by a deafening crash as hundreds of books, stacked admittedly quite haphazardly in a several-story-high pile, crashed unceremoniously to the floor. And the yeller? Buried, presumably, somewhere underneath them.
A muffled groan preceded the slow shifting of the pile of books as a bruised and disheveled Elf crawled slowly out of them. His midnight blue skin gave him away at once - a Spirit Elf - though he seemed to be lacking the grace of his fellows. It was undeniably an act of clumsiness that had placed him in his current predicament and said Elf seemed used to this kind of thing happening, if his grudging acceptance of his lot was anything to go by.
Eventually he extracted himself and the book he'd been aiming for, a heavy tome on Daemon culture and lore. Brushing himself off and wincing as he inspected the bruises already blossoming almost invisibly on his dark skin, the Elf took a seat and buried himself in the book. Within seconds his injuries were forgotten and peace descended on the library once more.