skeyti [taguel]
Sept 15, 2014 1:11:33 GMT
Post by skeyti on Sept 15, 2014 1:11:33 GMT
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Skeyti
GROUP
Plegian
AGE
Twenty-three
BIRTHDAY
January 1
WEAPON
Beaststone
CLASSES
Taguel - Lion, Archer, Myrmidon
POSITIVES
loyal, generous, compassionate, fiery, proud.
NEGATIVES
no sense of self, no morals, passive, violent, repressed.
BIO
There isn't an art to violence. There's just efficient brutality. Streamlined. Metal digging through meat and scraping against bone. That's the point of the knife. That's all it is.
That's what they told you. They put the blade in your fist. First they said kill for our god and you killed. Later, they came to you with different faces and said kill for our principles and you killed. You didn't care what it was for. You only knew the gleaming chrome of orders. You were nothing. You were no one. You were a tool. You were the knife and that was all you were.
But before that, although it is a time lost to you now, you were a street urchin in Ylisse. Orphaned and feral, with a mouth too smart for how skinny you were. You had a friend, someone you loved above your own life, someone you took punches to the face for, again and again. And you rolled to your feet, spitting blood, again and again, vibrating with anger and refusing to back down. You were effervescent with joy, with friendship, with being young and alive.
And then you died. Or you were supposed to die. If you could think, you might have chosen death, all those years ago. If you were aware, you might have preferred it to what came after.
But you aren't, so it doesn't matter. You drowned a decade ago, although death never came for you. Only the soft-booted footsteps of a Grimleal priestess with eyes of fire. They found you instead. They needed a body no one would miss. They didn't need whomever was inside of it. They rebuilt you. They improved you. They sharpened the edge of their sword. They made you exactly what they needed.
You have no objections to the matter. The axe doesn't question the executioner. It only kills.
OTHER
Skeyti is a hybrid, born of a human father and a Taguel mother. This means he has the advantage of not appearing Taguel when in his human form. No lion ears or tail here, bruh.
His beast form is that of a massive black lion, mane and all. Apparently black lion taguel/laguz are the size of a goddamn wyvern so, I don't even know. I guess if he wants to be unobtrusive that's what being human is for.
FACE-CLAIM
MAGI, judal
Skeyti
GROUP
Plegian
AGE
Twenty-three
BIRTHDAY
January 1
WEAPON
Beaststone
CLASSES
Taguel - Lion, Archer, Myrmidon
POSITIVES
loyal, generous, compassionate, fiery, proud.
NEGATIVES
no sense of self, no morals, passive, violent, repressed.
BIO
There isn't an art to violence. There's just efficient brutality. Streamlined. Metal digging through meat and scraping against bone. That's the point of the knife. That's all it is.
That's what they told you. They put the blade in your fist. First they said kill for our god and you killed. Later, they came to you with different faces and said kill for our principles and you killed. You didn't care what it was for. You only knew the gleaming chrome of orders. You were nothing. You were no one. You were a tool. You were the knife and that was all you were.
But before that, although it is a time lost to you now, you were a street urchin in Ylisse. Orphaned and feral, with a mouth too smart for how skinny you were. You had a friend, someone you loved above your own life, someone you took punches to the face for, again and again. And you rolled to your feet, spitting blood, again and again, vibrating with anger and refusing to back down. You were effervescent with joy, with friendship, with being young and alive.
And then you died. Or you were supposed to die. If you could think, you might have chosen death, all those years ago. If you were aware, you might have preferred it to what came after.
But you aren't, so it doesn't matter. You drowned a decade ago, although death never came for you. Only the soft-booted footsteps of a Grimleal priestess with eyes of fire. They found you instead. They needed a body no one would miss. They didn't need whomever was inside of it. They rebuilt you. They improved you. They sharpened the edge of their sword. They made you exactly what they needed.
You have no objections to the matter. The axe doesn't question the executioner. It only kills.
- half-feroxi street orphan who grew up in ylisse
- basically ran feral until his assumed death at the tender age of 13
- reforged by grimleal dark mages into a tool of their cult--his taguel heritage was useful for both surviving the process and for its bloodier applications.
- been a personal assassin/tool/sword of the cult for the past eight years
- now he's been sent to hunt the knights of cydonia
OTHER
Skeyti is a hybrid, born of a human father and a Taguel mother. This means he has the advantage of not appearing Taguel when in his human form. No lion ears or tail here, bruh.
His beast form is that of a massive black lion, mane and all. Apparently black lion taguel/laguz are the size of a goddamn wyvern so, I don't even know. I guess if he wants to be unobtrusive that's what being human is for.
FACE-CLAIM
MAGI, judal
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