Crimson
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~"The fire, baby. It'll burn us both."~
Name: Beleos. He has forsaken his father’s surname, and thus lacks one.
Titles/Aliases: “The Crimson Prince”
Age: Nineteen.
Race: Sunortus (Phoenixborn). The offspring that comes as a result from the extremely rare mating of a human(oid) and a phoenix that assumes humanoid shape. It is yet unclear whether this could be classified as the mating of animal and man, but there are too few Sunorti to truly confirm anything; thus, most information about these beings travel in the form of myths and legends.
Occupation: Naught. He wanders for the time being, seeking a purpose.
Personality/Disposition: Beleos is quietly condescending. He believes that most of the population consists of nothing but idiots and stereotypes, and unless proven otherwise he will usually assume so of a person. He will not say so out loud, merely convey his emotions via small quirks like laughing or smirks, as if he finds the situation(s) amusing. He takes a small, sick pleasure in baiting others and watching them rise to it, unable to do anything but grow angrier and sputter hopelessly. It is with this “royal” behavior that he found his self-proclaimed title as “The Crimson Prince”, and he takes to it with a certain charm that some find appealing.
Despite that easy going exterior, however, Beleos is quite serious and rarely makes any “real” jokes, preferring to keep the amusement to his own, and he is very introverted, keeping company with mostly his own thoughts. It takes him a while to trust someone, and his tendency to doubt and/or second guess everything doesn’t help that at all. At the same time, however, he can be quite the charmer when he wants to be, walking into the room with a natural charisma that he himself is not aware of. It is with this noble air that others mistake him of royal blood.
He is extremely hard to bring to anger, as he has patience to spare and does not offend easily. He can be irked, or irritated, or bothered, but his temper is something that only the most grievous of offenses can bring about. He lusts with ease but, due to his inability to trust easily, cannot love with that same ease, often preferring simple lust to the complications of relationships. And yet, he longs. He longs for love as much as anyone else.
Appearance
--Height: 5’ 9”
--Weight: 165 lbs
--Build: He is fit and athletic, but no one would label him as a body builder. Rather, he has more of a swimmer's body, lean and hungry. Yet, he does nothing really to keep it this way, and eats what he likes. Odd.
--Eye Color: A bright red, constantly burning with some inner fire.
--Hair Color: Crimson as blood. His hair is a mix of thick, wavy locks that seem to flow into long red feathers that adorn his head, spiking out in a haphazard mess. It flows down to about his upper back.
--Skin Color: The human part of his skin is pale, despite the great amount of time he spends in the sun, but about seventy percent of his body is covered in small fed feathers, looking much like fur from a distance. The areas they cover are his upper back, along the sides of his torso and stomach, his upper arms, and most of his legs, save his feet.
--Outfitting:
Head/Neck: Nothing.
Torso/Chest: Nothing.
Arms: Across his forearms he wears twin iron armguards. They are simple and cheap, no real design put into them other than their purpose to protect.
Legs: A white Akashiman hakama covers his bottom area, the red feathers on his legs showing only glimpses through it. Beneath the hakama he wears a pair of loose white shorts, and on his feet a pair of greaves similar to the armguards upon his forearms.
Weapons: He wears his short sword at his right side.
--Other Notes: Both the nails on his toes and his fingers are sharp enough to pierce skin easily, almost like thin claws.
Abilities
God of Flame:
Being descended from a phoenix has it's perks, and the ability to create and control fire is but one of them. Below is a list of his limits of this ability, at this time, as he is still young and learning the ways of the flame. Note that while this flame is conjured, however, the laws of reality and physics still apply normally; he would not, for example, be able to summon flame underwater.
--Create Fire: As of now, Beleos can emit small amounts of flame at will from any part of his body, and extinguish them with the same ease. Larger amounts of flame are beyond him at this point, and at the most could emit two feet of flame before exhausting.
--Absorb Fire: As a Sunortus, Beleos is immune to regular flame; in fact, if injured, it actually slowly heals him. However, this immunity does not include fire from flame-based spells, as the magical energy taints it. Regular fire-based spells do half-damage upon him. Also note that this immunity does not pass to other kinds of flame (Hellfire, Soulfire, any specialized), only regular.
--Manipulate Fire: Just as a fallen stick is a deadly weapon in the hands of a trained ranger, flame is a such a weapon in his. He can use it to fashion temporary weaponry or armor (of weak durability), send darts of fire at his opponent, or even line another weapon in fire to cause more damage. So far, he is a novice in this.
--Manipulate Heat: Just as he can control flame, he can also control his own body temperature, and that of the air around him up to a foot around him. He can adjust it to being a comfortable cool breeze, or stiflingly hot; not enough to stop one from breathing, but enough so it would be uncomfortable to be in. Also, by manipulating this heat, Beleos can rise a few feet off the ground, hovering. However, he must concentrate fully upon this task, making it an unwise choice of tactics in a fight.
--Rebirth: The most renown trait of the phoenix is it's ability to confound the cycle of life and death itself by, when it's time is come, self-immolation and then arising from the ashes, a new life to start. As a Sunortus, Beleos also has this ability; if ever he is killed, his body will return to ashes and he will be reborn months later, a child once more. The main drawback to this ability is he will lose all prior possessions (including items, all Gold, anything of the sort), as well as being returned to a weaker body, unable to use any physical enhancements he may have gained at that time. However, his mind remains the same and retains the same experience.
Other Traits/Abilities: Beleos has some experience in matters of close combat, having to fight for his life more than once ever since hatching and moving forth. Currently, he would rank at about an average swordsman and above average brawler.
Equipment
--A simple steel short sword (blade length; 2 feet).
--One pair of iron greaves and armguards.
--Purse and bag.
--Misc. supplies (food, etc.)
History
~Prologue~
Overseeing the small town of Sudden Valley, a great legendary bird lay once. She was the phoenix Adelia, one of the few of her kind left not only in the realm of Althanas, but in any of the parallel dimensions connected to the great land. For hundreds of years she had overseen the protection of the Valley, keeping it safe from the harms of the rest of the world so that the dwellers within could live a peaceful secluded life, being the gentle and benign creature that she was, but like all things in life with sentience, she grew lonely of that solitary existence. She knew; it was time for her to find a mate and to continue on the existence of her race. With none of her race around, however, her eye turned to the inhabitants she had protected for so long...
Down in the valley, there lived a farmer and his wife. Now, the farmer was a good, hard working man. Well respected in society, he was known for going to extraordinary lengths to bring happiness and food to the small town, with modesty to spare. As if to counteract his good nature, however, his wife was a jealous, greedy woman who only thought about her personal happiness. Thus, she took advantage of her husband's giving nature as much as she could. However, no matter what jewels he got her and what riches he brought home, she was never satisfied, and made sure that her husband knew this everyday.
It was mid-winter when her husband, distraught at his inability to keep her happy, turned to her and cried his distress, asking her what he could do to make her happy. Her greedy eye turned to the mountaintop above, where several climbers and adventurers had told stories of a cavern of riches that lay awaiting a worthy man to claim them. With this in mind, she told her husband of this cavern, and if he truly loved her to bring her those riches. Like the faithful dog that he was, he packed his things and went off to the mountain in the middle of the winter, intent on finding this treasury.
Soon enough, he was caught in the middle of a snow storm and was forced to stay the night in a small cave in the mountain, shivering from frostbite as he sat by his makeshift flame. He could feel himself dying by the second, and as the life and warmth slowly fled from his body along with his fire, the first doubts about his devotion to his wife entered his mind. Before he could fall unconscious and die there in the snow, however, a sight greeted him that he could only describe as godlike.
The phoenix and guardian of the mountaintop approached him slowly in the form of a naked human woman, having watched his climb from the village with interested eyes, seeing the sculpture of his hard body as befitting for the child she planned upon having. Her entire body was wreathed in soft flames as the snow melted before her approach, and almost immediately the humble farmer could feel the warmth return to his body. She wasted no words with him, only knelt before him and kissed him softly. Immediately, his body responded to her heat as it flooded through him, and his last rational thought before blind lust seized the man was "This is Heaven."
In the morning, she was gone, leaving only a few golden and crimson feathers in her wake that, upon his taking, he managed to sell for enough money that the farmer's wife thought he really HAD found a treasury up there in the mountains. All the while, however, he never forgot about the woman wreathed in flame, and longed for her with a physical ache.
Meanwhile, the phoenix grew pregnant with his seed, and inside her belly the child grew day by day, until one day during the summer she laid a huge egg that hatched almost immediately, revealing her child's form. The deed now accomplished, however, left the phoenix with a sense of emptiness, and as she looked down upon the child before her she looked with an apathetic gaze. What was she doing here, she thought to herself. These humans were not her problem anymore; she couldn't remember the reason why she had first started looking after them in the first place. And with that in mind, she flew off in search of more of her kind once more, leaving the child to die.
However, even though she forgot the man, he did not forget her. One day, while his wife was away visiting a friend, he took a trip up there again, hoping to find the woman wreathed in flame once more. However, his search brought him only to the child left behind by her, and he looked upon it not with her apathy but in concern, noting it's strange appearance. Unaware that it was his own child as well, he took the being in his arms and brought it down to raise as his own.
Time passed. Without the protective eye of the phoenix, the village was suddenly laid bare to a number of disasters, disasters that the inhabitants blamed upon the outcast child that the farmer had brought down from the mountains. At this time, however, Beleos was old enough to make decisions for himself, and he scorned the village he'd been raised in, and his weak human father as well. He'd seen the way he bowed to the whims of the man's wife, and couldn't really consider him a father figure. He knew who and what his mother was, without being told; it was just one of those facts of life, like gravity holds you down and light illuminates things. Being blamed for the number of disasters that had hit the village cut any ties he may have had with the place, and he set out from it to make his own mark upon Althanas.
~"The fire, baby. It'll burn us both."~
Name: Beleos. He has forsaken his father’s surname, and thus lacks one.
Titles/Aliases: “The Crimson Prince”
Age: Nineteen.
Race: Sunortus (Phoenixborn). The offspring that comes as a result from the extremely rare mating of a human(oid) and a phoenix that assumes humanoid shape. It is yet unclear whether this could be classified as the mating of animal and man, but there are too few Sunorti to truly confirm anything; thus, most information about these beings travel in the form of myths and legends.
Occupation: Naught. He wanders for the time being, seeking a purpose.
Personality/Disposition: Beleos is quietly condescending. He believes that most of the population consists of nothing but idiots and stereotypes, and unless proven otherwise he will usually assume so of a person. He will not say so out loud, merely convey his emotions via small quirks like laughing or smirks, as if he finds the situation(s) amusing. He takes a small, sick pleasure in baiting others and watching them rise to it, unable to do anything but grow angrier and sputter hopelessly. It is with this “royal” behavior that he found his self-proclaimed title as “The Crimson Prince”, and he takes to it with a certain charm that some find appealing.
Despite that easy going exterior, however, Beleos is quite serious and rarely makes any “real” jokes, preferring to keep the amusement to his own, and he is very introverted, keeping company with mostly his own thoughts. It takes him a while to trust someone, and his tendency to doubt and/or second guess everything doesn’t help that at all. At the same time, however, he can be quite the charmer when he wants to be, walking into the room with a natural charisma that he himself is not aware of. It is with this noble air that others mistake him of royal blood.
He is extremely hard to bring to anger, as he has patience to spare and does not offend easily. He can be irked, or irritated, or bothered, but his temper is something that only the most grievous of offenses can bring about. He lusts with ease but, due to his inability to trust easily, cannot love with that same ease, often preferring simple lust to the complications of relationships. And yet, he longs. He longs for love as much as anyone else.
Appearance
--Height: 5’ 9”
--Weight: 165 lbs
--Build: He is fit and athletic, but no one would label him as a body builder. Rather, he has more of a swimmer's body, lean and hungry. Yet, he does nothing really to keep it this way, and eats what he likes. Odd.
--Eye Color: A bright red, constantly burning with some inner fire.
--Hair Color: Crimson as blood. His hair is a mix of thick, wavy locks that seem to flow into long red feathers that adorn his head, spiking out in a haphazard mess. It flows down to about his upper back.
--Skin Color: The human part of his skin is pale, despite the great amount of time he spends in the sun, but about seventy percent of his body is covered in small fed feathers, looking much like fur from a distance. The areas they cover are his upper back, along the sides of his torso and stomach, his upper arms, and most of his legs, save his feet.
--Outfitting:
Head/Neck: Nothing.
Torso/Chest: Nothing.
Arms: Across his forearms he wears twin iron armguards. They are simple and cheap, no real design put into them other than their purpose to protect.
Legs: A white Akashiman hakama covers his bottom area, the red feathers on his legs showing only glimpses through it. Beneath the hakama he wears a pair of loose white shorts, and on his feet a pair of greaves similar to the armguards upon his forearms.
Weapons: He wears his short sword at his right side.
--Other Notes: Both the nails on his toes and his fingers are sharp enough to pierce skin easily, almost like thin claws.
Abilities
God of Flame:
Being descended from a phoenix has it's perks, and the ability to create and control fire is but one of them. Below is a list of his limits of this ability, at this time, as he is still young and learning the ways of the flame. Note that while this flame is conjured, however, the laws of reality and physics still apply normally; he would not, for example, be able to summon flame underwater.
--Create Fire: As of now, Beleos can emit small amounts of flame at will from any part of his body, and extinguish them with the same ease. Larger amounts of flame are beyond him at this point, and at the most could emit two feet of flame before exhausting.
--Absorb Fire: As a Sunortus, Beleos is immune to regular flame; in fact, if injured, it actually slowly heals him. However, this immunity does not include fire from flame-based spells, as the magical energy taints it. Regular fire-based spells do half-damage upon him. Also note that this immunity does not pass to other kinds of flame (Hellfire, Soulfire, any specialized), only regular.
--Manipulate Fire: Just as a fallen stick is a deadly weapon in the hands of a trained ranger, flame is a such a weapon in his. He can use it to fashion temporary weaponry or armor (of weak durability), send darts of fire at his opponent, or even line another weapon in fire to cause more damage. So far, he is a novice in this.
--Manipulate Heat: Just as he can control flame, he can also control his own body temperature, and that of the air around him up to a foot around him. He can adjust it to being a comfortable cool breeze, or stiflingly hot; not enough to stop one from breathing, but enough so it would be uncomfortable to be in. Also, by manipulating this heat, Beleos can rise a few feet off the ground, hovering. However, he must concentrate fully upon this task, making it an unwise choice of tactics in a fight.
--Rebirth: The most renown trait of the phoenix is it's ability to confound the cycle of life and death itself by, when it's time is come, self-immolation and then arising from the ashes, a new life to start. As a Sunortus, Beleos also has this ability; if ever he is killed, his body will return to ashes and he will be reborn months later, a child once more. The main drawback to this ability is he will lose all prior possessions (including items, all Gold, anything of the sort), as well as being returned to a weaker body, unable to use any physical enhancements he may have gained at that time. However, his mind remains the same and retains the same experience.
Other Traits/Abilities: Beleos has some experience in matters of close combat, having to fight for his life more than once ever since hatching and moving forth. Currently, he would rank at about an average swordsman and above average brawler.
Equipment
--A simple steel short sword (blade length; 2 feet).
--One pair of iron greaves and armguards.
--Purse and bag.
--Misc. supplies (food, etc.)
History
~Prologue~
Overseeing the small town of Sudden Valley, a great legendary bird lay once. She was the phoenix Adelia, one of the few of her kind left not only in the realm of Althanas, but in any of the parallel dimensions connected to the great land. For hundreds of years she had overseen the protection of the Valley, keeping it safe from the harms of the rest of the world so that the dwellers within could live a peaceful secluded life, being the gentle and benign creature that she was, but like all things in life with sentience, she grew lonely of that solitary existence. She knew; it was time for her to find a mate and to continue on the existence of her race. With none of her race around, however, her eye turned to the inhabitants she had protected for so long...
Down in the valley, there lived a farmer and his wife. Now, the farmer was a good, hard working man. Well respected in society, he was known for going to extraordinary lengths to bring happiness and food to the small town, with modesty to spare. As if to counteract his good nature, however, his wife was a jealous, greedy woman who only thought about her personal happiness. Thus, she took advantage of her husband's giving nature as much as she could. However, no matter what jewels he got her and what riches he brought home, she was never satisfied, and made sure that her husband knew this everyday.
It was mid-winter when her husband, distraught at his inability to keep her happy, turned to her and cried his distress, asking her what he could do to make her happy. Her greedy eye turned to the mountaintop above, where several climbers and adventurers had told stories of a cavern of riches that lay awaiting a worthy man to claim them. With this in mind, she told her husband of this cavern, and if he truly loved her to bring her those riches. Like the faithful dog that he was, he packed his things and went off to the mountain in the middle of the winter, intent on finding this treasury.
Soon enough, he was caught in the middle of a snow storm and was forced to stay the night in a small cave in the mountain, shivering from frostbite as he sat by his makeshift flame. He could feel himself dying by the second, and as the life and warmth slowly fled from his body along with his fire, the first doubts about his devotion to his wife entered his mind. Before he could fall unconscious and die there in the snow, however, a sight greeted him that he could only describe as godlike.
The phoenix and guardian of the mountaintop approached him slowly in the form of a naked human woman, having watched his climb from the village with interested eyes, seeing the sculpture of his hard body as befitting for the child she planned upon having. Her entire body was wreathed in soft flames as the snow melted before her approach, and almost immediately the humble farmer could feel the warmth return to his body. She wasted no words with him, only knelt before him and kissed him softly. Immediately, his body responded to her heat as it flooded through him, and his last rational thought before blind lust seized the man was "This is Heaven."
In the morning, she was gone, leaving only a few golden and crimson feathers in her wake that, upon his taking, he managed to sell for enough money that the farmer's wife thought he really HAD found a treasury up there in the mountains. All the while, however, he never forgot about the woman wreathed in flame, and longed for her with a physical ache.
Meanwhile, the phoenix grew pregnant with his seed, and inside her belly the child grew day by day, until one day during the summer she laid a huge egg that hatched almost immediately, revealing her child's form. The deed now accomplished, however, left the phoenix with a sense of emptiness, and as she looked down upon the child before her she looked with an apathetic gaze. What was she doing here, she thought to herself. These humans were not her problem anymore; she couldn't remember the reason why she had first started looking after them in the first place. And with that in mind, she flew off in search of more of her kind once more, leaving the child to die.
However, even though she forgot the man, he did not forget her. One day, while his wife was away visiting a friend, he took a trip up there again, hoping to find the woman wreathed in flame once more. However, his search brought him only to the child left behind by her, and he looked upon it not with her apathy but in concern, noting it's strange appearance. Unaware that it was his own child as well, he took the being in his arms and brought it down to raise as his own.
Time passed. Without the protective eye of the phoenix, the village was suddenly laid bare to a number of disasters, disasters that the inhabitants blamed upon the outcast child that the farmer had brought down from the mountains. At this time, however, Beleos was old enough to make decisions for himself, and he scorned the village he'd been raised in, and his weak human father as well. He'd seen the way he bowed to the whims of the man's wife, and couldn't really consider him a father figure. He knew who and what his mother was, without being told; it was just one of those facts of life, like gravity holds you down and light illuminates things. Being blamed for the number of disasters that had hit the village cut any ties he may have had with the place, and he set out from it to make his own mark upon Althanas.