Post by Irial Keenan Black on Oct 5, 2009 20:44:03 GMT -8
`you rule the world, you give the word.
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And if IRIAL should fall behind...[/b]
"Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore.""
` you've got to learn to act like god.[/b][/size][/center]
, age 15!
, rp experience three years +
, how you found us I have an addiction to characters, yes.
, contacts rhinofish@sbcglobal.net, the.simonporject@yahoo.com, or PM[/size][/ul]
`just let their suffering slip your mind.
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames iri or ira
, age appears to be about 19
, date of birth January 1st, 609 A.D.
, species faerie
, canon -ignores-
, face claim joshua estrella[/size][/ul]
`in which we nod in agreement.
[/b][/size][/center], weight .one hundred ten pounds
, tattoos&piercings when his glamour is on, he has a tattoo of wings on his back which look like this, only black, with a chaos star between his shoulder blades. He has two wings instead of one.
, distinguishing features his dark hair, flirtatious smirk, and eyes the color of sea glass
, physical flaws he has an extra joint on each finger, and his teeth are sharp, like a shark's.
, personal style whatever the occasion calls for, but he's extremely fond of hoodies and jeans. Anything he can run in is nice, too, along with boots.
, general description
You see, the fey have two forms: a glamour they wear for the humans, making them invisible or human-friendly in appearace, and a true form. A hint of their true form always spills over into the glamour, such as backwards feet, a tail, or a hollow back. Sometimes it is something more subtle, such as the eyes, or hair the color of grass. Well, Iri also has two forms, both of which I shall explain now.
In his true form, Irial is made of shadows. Hair as dark as midnight, skin paler than bone. He's so skinny he could be anorexic easily, aside from the fact that he eats more than a growing teen ever should. His fingers have an extra joint and the nails are the color of black shoe polish. But the most distinguishing thing about this terrifyingly handsome faerie is his wings. Raven black-blue and beautiful, it is odd to see such wings on of of the fey, since their features usually resemble that of insects. The wings stretch out about fourteen feet, fully spread, but he tucks them in so they don't get in the way. He loves his wings, finds them more beautiful than anything in the world. Sometimes, when he wears his glamour, he'll wrap them around a human and enjoy how they shiver as if they enjoy their soft touch.
His human form is a much more toned-down version of his true self. His eyes are the color of sea glass, a frosted green, one of the only real things about his body. His skin is pale, and around his eyes the skin is almost translucent, a purple shade. His fingers lose their extra joint, and he fills out more, so he looks normal, not so terrifying. He's shorter, too, and his wings are merely a tattoo, embedded into his skin like a whisper of the real thing. His hair take on a more died look and his teeth are no longer as needle-sharp. His nails appear to look like someone painted them, and he'd chipped at them over the week or so. He has a crazed look in his eyes half-the time, and an almost permanent flirtatious smirk on his lips. Makes you wonder if he's really human.[/size][/ul]
`help me escape from lonely choirs
[/b][/size][/center], dislikes being fed off of (by vampires and the like), clingy people, people who don't know what 'no' means, people who don't listen, humans who can 'see', the current king of the Unseelie court, iron, salt, anything religious (a lot of his fey got killed because of that), being an ex-king, vampires, werewolves, and hunters, too.
, strengths clever, enticing, sexy, sweet-talker, smart, immortal.
, weaknesses iron, humans, lack of humans in the general area, snappish, angry, emotionally unsound, violent.
, goals staying alive and perhaps getting his throne back.
, fears dying, ever. Or fading away.
, secrets He had two half-blood children. They were killed by their mother's family.
, personality
As you probably hear in one of the Peter Pan books, faeries only have room to feel a single feeling at a time. This may not necessarily be true for every single one of the fey, but it's true for Iri. If he feels love, he feels it with his whole being. Same with hatred, anger, lust... you get the idea. You don't want to ever meet him in a dark alley at night, no matter the mood he happens to be in. He's prone to mood swings as much as a pregnant woman is. He's a total bitch and smokes to keep himself numb when he needs to be numb. Otherwise he just does it because he's too lazy to not.
He enjoys watching and feeling terror and suffering. He likes sleeping with anyone interesting, but isn't really all that picky when he wants a quick fuck. He prefers boys over girls, but girls have more emotions to mess with, which is fun. He has a weakness for small children, and will fall in love with humans like you pick a new favorite song. But since they expire so much more quick than anything in his race ever will, he doesn't have to worry too much about growing old with anyone, since he can't.[/size][/ul]
`cause this is about life.
[/b][/size][/center], father Ravused {deceased}
, mother Mab {ageless. current location unknown}
, sibling(s) none that he knows of
, pet(s) several birds up in his loft, and a raven that he recently acquired named Arma
, other family Almost all the folk he considers his family. His children, Ezekiel and Allister are both dead.
, history
Born centuries and centuries ago, Irial has been around for almost forever. He was born to be a king and took up his rule of the Unseelie court at the age of about three hundred. Most of the important things in his life didn't happen until about two hundred years ago, so why don't we just skip to that part?
It started off as a normal, cold day in Michigan. He was out for a stroll, the wind whipping his hair around his face painfully. He didn't mind the pain, because he had a girl to meet. His hands tucked into his pockets, hat hiding his frosted eyes he didn't have the magic to cover with magic. His court was busy preparing for the fall revels, shifting camp to a warmer area. As he made it up the walk to the edge of the forest, he caught the glimpse of her bright red hair and smiled as he saw her eyes, almost the exact same color as his, bright from the Sight that she'd been born with. She could see him as he was, a creature of the night, and she was unafraid to meet him on the edge of his domain. One of the many reasons he'd fallen for her. He smiled as he approached his lovely and wrapped his arms around her tightly, kissing her exposed neck, cheeks, lips, eyelids, anywhere that she'd let him. Giggling, she shoved him of, delicate, so as not to hurt his feeling. "Well, are you here to pleasure yourself, or are we still going for that picnic?" she demanded teasingly, her hands on her delicate hips. Iri laughed at her and swept her up into his arms, heading into the woods without a second thought, carrying her like a groom carries his bride into the honeymoon house. With a smirk, he took her into the deep of the woods, a picnic blanket set up, and some wine. A basket of food, faerie and human, lay next to it. They didn't get to the food, but the wine was gone in less than an hour and between passionate kisses and the removal of clothing, the girl said 'I love you.'
Her name was Isabelle, and she got pregnant that very night. Irial held her delicate body in his arms, stroking her curly hair with pale fingers. He carried her home and set her in her bed, saddened that he had to leave her be, but happy that he would see her tomorrow, at dusk. She looked fine for the first two weeks, but on the third week after that first night, she noticed that she was getting a beautiful bump between her hips. She went to Iri before even her parents and asked him if she really was pregnant. He nodded, telling her he'd known since the very night it had happened. She made a face at him, a mix between sadness and horror. "I couldn't tell you because your parents would have killed him. I don't want my son dying. Not our son." He opened his arms and she slipped into them, crying softly against his cotton shirt. He stroked her hair gently. At least he didn't mention that they were twins.
The next nine months went by in a blink of an eye for Irial, but Isabelle kept getting worse and worse. It seemed as if her tiny body just wasn't ready for a baby yet. Maybe it was never supposed to be ready. Faerie children were dangerous to have, but Iri wanted them as much as he wanted his lovely Isabelle that first night to love him. Once the boys were born, he let his love name them. They were more creative names than most human women would have come up with.
They loved the twins. They knew they were part faerie, but they loved him. They were emotional like their father, and witty like their mother, beautiful like both of them. But Isabelle's parents didn't approve of someone like Irial and demanded that he leave their daughter alone otherwise he would regret it. The faerie scoffed. He was the king of the Unseelie court. What could they do? No mortal could ever hurt him beyond repair. But apparently they meant it, and one day as he came to see his love, she was gone, along with his sons and her parents. Just a note remained, but Iri was never all that good at reading and had someone else read it to him. They were gone forever? Ha! He sent out his entire guard looking for Isabelle and the twins. When they came back, they had Isabelle, sleeping in the arms of one of his rowan men. He pulled her into his arms and woke her up with sweet kissed before asking her what happened to the twins. Isabelle didn't answer, just shook her head and gritted her teeth. "Tel me!" he demanded, tears in his eyes.
"They're dead. Mother and father... they killed them. With iron in their food. Burned the bodies," she murmured, burying her face into his chest. Irial was too stunned to even hold her to him, staring at nothing. "They knew. Did you tell them... that I wasn't human?" he asked, tears streaming down his face. Isabelle shook her head. "Then why?" But he knew the answer, even if his love didn't. He rocked her to sleep and after she was deep in her dreams, he went after her parents, needing to taste their blood on his tongue. He never went back to Isabelle, except to whisper something into her ear before disapearing forever vrom her.
"I shall love you for always and forever. Wait for me."
She didn't wait. Isabelle married after six years of Irial leaving her, but never had any other children. At least she didn't give a simple human that.[/size][/ul]
` which only hollow voices sing.
[/b][/size][/center], member title the dead king
, rules word -admin edit-
, rp sample .
See Lilith Thomas, Seth Reynolds, or Wolfgang Hollister. KTHXBAI![/size][/ul]
` are there giants too, in the dance?
[/b][/size][/center]This application was made exclusively for Nevermore by Maura Lee Bee. Steal it, and I will release the hounds when you least expect it. And they're not cute little puppies either. They are ravenous beasts because I constantly forget to feed them. They bite, by the way. And love flesh. Don't make me release the hounds. O _ O
Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
[/size]Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
