Post by Hassax on Jan 18, 2015 17:57:12 GMT -5
Referred by: Lia
Name:
Hassax Slais Vollo
Nickname(s):
None
Played by:
Lucretia
Age:
47
Date of Birth:
March 17
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Breed:
Pure Celestial
Abilities:
Divine Perception
Loyalty:
Himself
Status/Occupation:
He does odd jobs for people who require jobs done.
Appearance:
Hassax is 5'11, making him tall for his breed. He is rather thin with olive skin and green eyes that radiates with warmth. He has black hair that is rather unkempt. His true form has large wings that are, of course, white and feathered. ((I stink at descriptions, I am returning to edit later))
Personality:
At first glance, Hassax is a very mischievous troublemaker. He loves to cause a ruckus. Despite this carefree demeanor and thirst for trouble, Hassax is a coward when it comes down to it. He will refuse to take responsibility for any of his actions if confronted and will almost immediately resort to flight instead of fight. This is probably his Achilles heel.
This celestial also has a soft spot for children or any young creature. He has been known to take care of baby birds and give food to beggar children but he will deny having any association with the children he helps. This is most likely because the children remind him of himself and he couldn't bear to watch them suffer abandonment like he did. If you ever try to harm a child, it is almost guaranteed that Hassax's cowardly streak will be replaced by rage and in that case, you better run.
He has an accent that he's learned to mask, but it still will come out at times. It should also be noted that he is illiterate due to not having needed to read in the past.
History:
Hassax comes from a family that has always been "cursed" with bad luck. He was abandoned as a baby and found by a small group of highwaymen. The leader of the highwaymen, a human called Slais, couldn't stand for leaving a the tiny child to die in the desert so the group took in Hassax. The first ten years of his life were spent with the outlaws; he was taught the skills for survival, picked up his accent, and was even allowed to help with a robbery. Then, that bad luck from earlier comes in.
There was one time the highwaymen bite off more then they could chew. This happened on a hot day in the Boils. There had been no planned robbery when a member attacked some human soldiers. Goodness knew what they were doing there; they must have been very lost. A member known for her temper and hatred of humans, attacked the soldiers. A fight ensued. The humans overpowered and killed most of Hassax's adopted family. Hassax fled as fast as his eleven year old legs could take him. Somehow, he was able to escape. He never saw Slais or any of the others again.
If it were not for the training given to him by Slais and his gang, Hassax wouldn't have survived another day. He wandered and wandered, living off of his wits and occasionally by stealing the food of sleeping travelers. He made his way towards civilization slowly but surely over the years. Until recently.
Hassax arrived in the Heart of Litharia and was immediately culture shocked. He knew nothing of the politics and ways of this new land. He found himself not fitting in with anyone, even other shifters to a degree. The poor celestial didn't even know other shifters existed. A year has passed since then and Hassax has started to understand what exactly is going on in this land. However, he has neither been to the Shifter Island nor the City of Thieves.
Roleplay example:
A little boy ran in circles; his arms outstretched as though he were a bird in flight. His laughter mingled with the bustle of the village. He deftly dodged carts and people as he went on his merry way. Raindrops fell from the sky and then onto his little head as he danced in the rain as most children do.
His eye was caught by an open door from which a warm light came from. The sopping wet boy took refuge here, ducking in quickly. He was greeted by the sound of a raucous crowds seated around tables. There was a bar as well where a sturdy woman was cleaning up a mess left by a former patron.
The boy approached the woman and tugged on her sleeve curiously. "Marm, what are you doin'?"
The woman turned to the boy; a stern expression on her face. "Nothing you should be worried about. Now, scoot. This is no place for a child." She started moving the boy in the direction of the door. "Shoo!" She had no time for this.
"I don't gotta." The boy said resolutely.
"Go, go back to your parents!"
"No!" The boy retorted. He most certainly would not give in to the powers of this lady. The woman barkeep swept the child off of his feet and flung him over her shoulder. It seemed she'd have to throw him out. "I wanna be with momma!" He threw a little tantrum. "I wanna see her!"
The barkeep threw the child out the door. That was the third time the child had come to her bar this week and each time the barkeep didn't have the heart to tell him his mother was no longer here; she'd gone missing many weeks ago.