Bellus
10-01-15, 05:10 AM
Name: Bellus Coranni
Age: 52
Gender: Male Appearance
Race: Fae
Hair Colour: Neon Green
Eye Colour: Dark Purple
Skin Colour: Eggshell Blue
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 50kg
Occupation: Mediator & Fixer
Location: Corone
Personally: Shy is not one of the many words that could be used to describe Bellus. As one of the Fae folk they have been known to suffer bouts of inquisitiveness, the thrill of discovery being its own reward (alongside as many shiny and intricate things that they can carry). Light hearted, with little worry for worldly problems, Bellus is very much of the opinion that we should all get along and have fun doing it.
Appearance: You ask the woman behind the bar for Bellus and she points towards a table at the back. There sits a tall and mighty barbarian, muscles rippling and flexing as he drinks. This man is clearly a veteran of many wars and is ready for more. He might even be the cause of the next. The bar woman notices where you are looking and moves your head slightly to the right. Behind him stands Bellus, a much shorter figure at only 5'6'' and dressed in a way that suggests they have been collecting clothes that they like and wants to wear them all at once; starting with a pair of red leather sandals and light green, lacy, socks the ensemble leads into the bottom half of a dark blue frock that was clearly at some point very impressive, but now only traces of silver threat reveal the secret of a grander past. Over all of this they are wearing an old knee length brown leather duster, and as a final flourish upon their head is a hat oft seen upon the brow of pirates. There are at least seven feathers of varying colours poking out of the brim. Their bare chest and hands reveal that this 'taste' in fashion is clearly not human, with a light blue hue to their skin and falling from below the hat is a wave of long and shockingly green hair. Suddenly you regret asking for Bellus.
History: Born into this world in the way of all things weird and wonderful, Bellus came to be on the back of a story. A careless poet crafting a tale of warning to a crowd of small children is the closest thing they have to a mother, even though they have never met.
Finding themselves new and naked in a strange place packed full of interesting things, Bellus did the only reasonable thing they could and began collecting things. Starting with shiny things and moving swiftly onto items of clothing that 'swished' when they moved after a woman loudly complained about their nudity it was not long before they got into a spot of trouble with the law. Evasive enough to escape capture they moved onto the next village. This was not such a rich place, the people mostly lived in squalor and had no clothes that swished, swooshed or made much noise at all. Keen to share their love of these things, Bellus employed a logic unique to their kind and returned to the village of fancy clothes. Upon return they went from door to door, describing the plight of their neighbours and using charm, diplomacy and the promise of going away to gain more clothes. While the village of fewer clothes was perhaps a little less than pleased with the gift of oddities than Bellus had expected, they were mostly not angry with the situation and that was good enough. Since this minor success, Bellus has spent the following years of their existence wondering around and negotiating on behalf of other people for things they need. Sometimes for things they don't need, but Bellus thought they would be better off with anyway.
Skills:
Diplomacy - using the most twisted of Fae logic, Bellus is able to help people come to agreeable 'resolutions'.
Acrobatic - able to move swiftly and gracefully, Bellus has been known to show off when simply moving out of the way.
Wordsmith - a fine storyteller, although not so careless as the poet which spawned him. Bellus posses a very creative mind.
Persuasive - with a gift for words they are excellent at persuading others to their way of thinking.
Honest - will not lie, although thanks to their unique way of viewing the world this may not always be apparent.
Abilities:
Mage - Telekenetic
Spell: That Which Moves - creates an invisible 'hand' of force that is able to interact with objects and move things weighing up to 5kg around 20 meters.
Spell: That Which Halts - creates an invisible personalised wall of kinetic force which halts incoming force up to around 300 pounds of pressure from the focused direction. Anything greater than this is merely slowed by this amount as the wall robs them slightly of momentum before dissipating.
Spell: That Which Sunders - A focused but unrefined blast of force, comparable to the impact of a crossbow bolt. Requires gestures of targeting to focus.
Weapon/ Armour: None.
Equipment: Red leather sandals. Green lacy socks. Bottom half of a dark blue frock with silver thread patterning. Knee length brown leather duster, Tricorne with a red, blue, green, orange, black, brown and white feathers poking out of the brim. Rowan smoking pipe (no tobacco). Small polished obsidian pearl on a silver chain.
Age: 52
Gender: Male Appearance
Race: Fae
Hair Colour: Neon Green
Eye Colour: Dark Purple
Skin Colour: Eggshell Blue
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 50kg
Occupation: Mediator & Fixer
Location: Corone
Personally: Shy is not one of the many words that could be used to describe Bellus. As one of the Fae folk they have been known to suffer bouts of inquisitiveness, the thrill of discovery being its own reward (alongside as many shiny and intricate things that they can carry). Light hearted, with little worry for worldly problems, Bellus is very much of the opinion that we should all get along and have fun doing it.
Appearance: You ask the woman behind the bar for Bellus and she points towards a table at the back. There sits a tall and mighty barbarian, muscles rippling and flexing as he drinks. This man is clearly a veteran of many wars and is ready for more. He might even be the cause of the next. The bar woman notices where you are looking and moves your head slightly to the right. Behind him stands Bellus, a much shorter figure at only 5'6'' and dressed in a way that suggests they have been collecting clothes that they like and wants to wear them all at once; starting with a pair of red leather sandals and light green, lacy, socks the ensemble leads into the bottom half of a dark blue frock that was clearly at some point very impressive, but now only traces of silver threat reveal the secret of a grander past. Over all of this they are wearing an old knee length brown leather duster, and as a final flourish upon their head is a hat oft seen upon the brow of pirates. There are at least seven feathers of varying colours poking out of the brim. Their bare chest and hands reveal that this 'taste' in fashion is clearly not human, with a light blue hue to their skin and falling from below the hat is a wave of long and shockingly green hair. Suddenly you regret asking for Bellus.
History: Born into this world in the way of all things weird and wonderful, Bellus came to be on the back of a story. A careless poet crafting a tale of warning to a crowd of small children is the closest thing they have to a mother, even though they have never met.
Finding themselves new and naked in a strange place packed full of interesting things, Bellus did the only reasonable thing they could and began collecting things. Starting with shiny things and moving swiftly onto items of clothing that 'swished' when they moved after a woman loudly complained about their nudity it was not long before they got into a spot of trouble with the law. Evasive enough to escape capture they moved onto the next village. This was not such a rich place, the people mostly lived in squalor and had no clothes that swished, swooshed or made much noise at all. Keen to share their love of these things, Bellus employed a logic unique to their kind and returned to the village of fancy clothes. Upon return they went from door to door, describing the plight of their neighbours and using charm, diplomacy and the promise of going away to gain more clothes. While the village of fewer clothes was perhaps a little less than pleased with the gift of oddities than Bellus had expected, they were mostly not angry with the situation and that was good enough. Since this minor success, Bellus has spent the following years of their existence wondering around and negotiating on behalf of other people for things they need. Sometimes for things they don't need, but Bellus thought they would be better off with anyway.
Skills:
Diplomacy - using the most twisted of Fae logic, Bellus is able to help people come to agreeable 'resolutions'.
Acrobatic - able to move swiftly and gracefully, Bellus has been known to show off when simply moving out of the way.
Wordsmith - a fine storyteller, although not so careless as the poet which spawned him. Bellus posses a very creative mind.
Persuasive - with a gift for words they are excellent at persuading others to their way of thinking.
Honest - will not lie, although thanks to their unique way of viewing the world this may not always be apparent.
Abilities:
Mage - Telekenetic
Spell: That Which Moves - creates an invisible 'hand' of force that is able to interact with objects and move things weighing up to 5kg around 20 meters.
Spell: That Which Halts - creates an invisible personalised wall of kinetic force which halts incoming force up to around 300 pounds of pressure from the focused direction. Anything greater than this is merely slowed by this amount as the wall robs them slightly of momentum before dissipating.
Spell: That Which Sunders - A focused but unrefined blast of force, comparable to the impact of a crossbow bolt. Requires gestures of targeting to focus.
Weapon/ Armour: None.
Equipment: Red leather sandals. Green lacy socks. Bottom half of a dark blue frock with silver thread patterning. Knee length brown leather duster, Tricorne with a red, blue, green, orange, black, brown and white feathers poking out of the brim. Rowan smoking pipe (no tobacco). Small polished obsidian pearl on a silver chain.