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Thu May 20, 2010 5:36 pm |
 Post subject: Altair Fenthe'an ab Narkhan |
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((Anything cursive is the Partner, Darai.))
Name: Altair Fenthe'an ab Narkhan.
Age: 141
Age Appearance: Late twenties.
Gender: Male
Species/Race: Damir
Appearance: Tall, lean and pale skinned, Altair basically represents the nobility of Narkhan. With his high cheekbones, straight nose and piercing blue eyes he strikes an imposing figure, well capable of intimidating others to get his will done. He moves with a catlike grace, agile and quick on his feet if he needs to be, but prefers to use a slow and deliberate way of walking, one that is not quite unlike a prowling cat.
The one thing that sets him apart from normal humans only strengthens this image, as he has a long, sleek and black cats tail, usually flicking back and forth in either annoyance or curiosity. Wiry muscles cover his body, proving that all of those hours he spend on learning how to duel properly weren't wasted. Like most of the nobility of Narkhan, Altair had his hair grown out, leaving long black tresses to fall into his face unless he ties them back. His left ear is pierced and decorated with the family seal, one wing attached to a rising sun.
Personality: Born to one of the five Noble families in charge of Narkhan, Altair was raised to believe himself to be above all others. He carries himself with pride, looking down on those he deems unworthy with an arrogance that intimidates a lot of people. Cold and distant towards most, he finds it extremely difficult to understand the way people work emotion wise. Because he knows only to well how their minds work. From day one he has received schooling in the political game, with his parents telling him how to reply, behave, react, even how to breath in the correct fashion. All of these things, only to create the perfect mask.
Underneath that mask he is quite passionate, filled with the desire to see more, know more and live more. He tires of the simple and elegant life in Narkhan and abhors the way the Council pretends all is right with the world. He has heard the reports on the war, on the tension running high between the humans and the magical creatures and he knows that they can't just hide away forever.
He has few friends, and more enemies then you can count. Most lower nobles his age dislike him for the way he always makes them feel insignificant and small, disregarding them whenever he wishes and then ordering them about the next moment. Altair usually knows what he wants, and he will not easily give up on getting it.
Darai finds himself, unlike Altair, generally not caring about the world at all. His only concerns are when he eats his next meal, where he will sleep and whether or not he shall have himself groomed before that sleep or after it. He does, however, concern himself with Altair. He follows him, much like a silent shadow, observing those around him with keen eyes and reporting his findings to his friend after they are alone again.
Most people even tend to forget the Jaguar is even there as he usually slinks away to find a pillow or a comfortable carpet whenever they enter a room, but while his eyes might sometimes be closed, his ears pick up on everything.
History: From the moment he was born he was the little prince in the family. What with most Damir only having one child, the coming of one that shared a tail with his bonded Partner was an extraordinary lucky one. And his parents knew, the moment he opened his blue eyes to look upon equally blue ones in a dark head, that he was meant for greatness. Altair was surrounded with everything he could ever wish for. Tutors, artists, friends and lackeys to do his bidding. He was trained in the art of dueling, rode his first horse when he was five and shot his first hare when he turned 7. And always, following his every move, watching his every step, was his Partner, Darai.
The black panther was always there, observing his life and being a constant presence. The moment Altair turned fifteen, he and Darai went on a hunting trip together, strengthening their bond and searching for its limits. When they finally reached maturity they redid it, this time actually managing. Darai, as a cat, has an affinity to the element of water and they learned how to do a small amount of elemental magic together, as well as complete the transformation.
In the following years, Altair's parents continued grooming him for his rightful position. This now included magic tutors as well as battle instructors, strategical and political lessons. Eager to learn anything he could at his young age, Altair absorbed it all. He started reading not only assigned books, but others as well, just to make sure there would be little he didn't know about. Darai was always there, silent as he usually spend his time sleeping.
As he grew older though, he grew bored with his life. It was always the same, never any chance, or something unexpected. So he started looking for other things. Currently a 141 years old, he still feels like they treat him as a child. He despises this and refuses to do their bidding any longer, choosing instead to spend most of his days in the forest or the mountains behind them.
Kerahin, the little brat that was more or less forced on him, has quickly turned into the Bane of his Existance. The moment that the boys parents decided to drop him like a piece of burning wood, the Council had agreed that it might be good for him, Altair, to learn how to deal with responsibility. Ever since then, whenever the kid got in trouble, it was his fault. According to him, they only shoved the kid on to him to have someone to blame for his little games.
Occupation/Job: Future Council Member, but he doesn't really feel like following in his fathers footsteps.
Interesting Facts/Quirks: Superior as he is, Altair can be surprised quite easily. Despite all of the reading he has done in his life, he hasn't got a clue how to deal with people, so he's likely to just treat them as he would treat the common class in Narkham.
Hobby/Hobbies: Reading, Exploring, Archery and Horseback Riding.
Like: Forests, being entertained by whatever is available at the moment, etiquette and his secret crush: Chocolate. Lazing about, preferably in the sun, fresh deer, having his fur groomed by servants.
Dislikes: Kerahin, common people that don't know how to behave, Kerahin, dirt, Kerahin, potatoes and Kerahin. Being forced into action, knots in his fur, little dogs (He once threatened to eat a servants dingo because it kept throwing him dirty looks).
Strength: Intelligence, water, knowledge, speed and grace. Also, his lessons in politics allow him to read body language quite well and he's quickly able to plan and plot his way into getting people to do what he wants them to do.
Weakness/Flaw: Arrogance, impatience, physical strength, earth magic. He's quick to be overconfident and that might someday be his downfall. Also, he rarely sees people for what they're worth, tending to disregard them as being nothing.
Anything else to add: Altair and Darai's transformation is one that suits him perfectly well. Whenever he calls upon it, Darai turns into a beautifully decorated rapier, accompanied by a pair of gloves. The gloves are made out of a very tight knit metal mesh material up until his wrist, where they turn into something more alike a gauntlet. They are completely black, as is the handle of his rapier, leaving the blade to be a shimmery kind of blue/silver metal.
Roleplay Sample:
It was fascinating to watch, the never ending swirl of red liquid, climbing up the glass on one side only to sink and try the other, the highly polished glass glinting and reflecting the many lights from the ceiling. Like a caged animal, he mused, momentarily stilling his hand to look at the grand hall he stood in. Much like he himself was caged, chained to his responsibilities. Taking a delicate sip of the fine wine he had been given upon his arrival, he frowned slightly and a delicate line marred his otherwise smooth forehead. This was the fifth feast he was attending this week and he couldn't see how it was any different from the others.
Of course, Mother had 'Oooh'd and 'Aaah'd at all the right things and on the right times, flattering their hosts of the evening by telling them that their party was surely the grandest of the week. That was all these people did. Host parties to try and trump each other as they spend their days lounging about, wasting away in this too perfect white city while a storm was raging in the world. Fools. All of them. It was not that they didn't know it was happening, but they just ignored it, happy to stay ignorant. Their Waladan were the same. Stuck up, snooty little things that thought they knew all.
With disdain he let his eyes travel through the hall, spotting his mother talking to someone from the lower nobles, her Cheetah Partner sitting next to her with her tail nicely curled up, the end twitching back and forth as she watched some hares conversing on the table next to her. His father and his Eagle Partner sat at the high table with the other Council members, probably discussing some sort of new bill to pass or whatnot. All around, people were mingling, Waladan and Dhanabyans alike, ignorant and blind.
His eyes fell on Darai, who had claimed one of the many large pillows littering the sides of the wall and was lazily observing the hall, much like Altair himself was doing. His massive paws crossed and his head on top of them, his fierce yellow eyes followed a man and his Partner, a weasel, before deeming them uninteresting and moving on to the next. His tail swung back and forth in slow circles, a token of his boredom and he met Altairs eyes with a steady gaze.
Altair let his eyes flick away from his Partner, giving him a signal that was so small, you wouldn't notice it unless you knew what to look for The Black Jaguar responded by narrowing his eyes slightly, as cats are wont to do and rose. After making a show of stretching and rolling his shoulders he trotted over to the opened balcony doors and waited.
"Your mother would not be pleased if you left early." The deep and rumbled voice of his only friend rolled over him, soothing his frayed nerves and calming him down.
"I am aware of the consequences. However. Remaining here and allow these... idiots," He spat the word, his face shifting into an unattractive look of disgust before he composed himself, "to just stand and talk of nothing but art? I think not. I grow weary of them, Darai." He let his right hand rest on the big cats head and smirked to himself in satisfaction at the rumble that came out of Darai's chest. "I do not see myself as they do. I cannot see myself wasting away in this farce, this thing they build to hide away from the world." He gestured at the city lights that shone beneath them, twinkling merrily as the common people went about their evening rituals before turning to his Partner.
"I think I shall leave." The cat blinked and looked up at him, yellow eyes searching for something and not finding it before he allowed a small sigh to escape. Getting to his feet once more, he butt his head against Altairs hip.
"Then we leave." Turning to walk back inside, he stopped and looked back at his friend. "Will we bring the boy?"
Altair downed the rest of his wine and grimaced at the slight burn. It was a bad make anyway.
"I don't see why not. He could groom you and the horses. It's the only use he has anyway." Smirking as he followed his Partner back inside, he gave him a little scratch behind the ear. "We'd be doing this city a favour, my friend, setting them free from that little brat."
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My boys: Raven, Andante 'Dante' Ho’elun, Alexander, Kaneonuskatew (a.k.a. Kane) and Altair Fenthe'an ab Narkhan & Darai. |
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