Credits to Me.

Thoughts on the Situation

He's here for reasons unbeknownst to others. He wants the truth, yes, but his priority is vengeance.

Appearance

Aidan is the walking definition of tall, dark, and handsome. His body is formed in a farmer's build: broad shoulders, a slight slope inward to his hips, and wiry muscle create a physique with a decent amount of speed and plenty of horsepower. While he is still growing, Aidan stands at a good 6'3 and weighs in on the middle-to-light side of the spectrum. He stands tall and has a confident, dominant posture that gives him a few extra inches' worth of faux height.

His pitch black hair is usually messy, though he does fix it on occasion. It is longest on the top, about three inches, and gradually cuts down to where it barely lays over his ears. It's thick, straight, and surprisingly soft to the touch -- not that he would ever willingly let someone touch his hair. Aidan has a natural part on the left and a couple cowlicks, though the latter are not very noticeable until it gets wet. When not combed back, his hair falls to his eyebrows and can, when he lets it grow out, irritate his eyes.

A golden, bronze tan complexion makes his eyes pop out all the more prominently: framed by dark eyelashes, his eyes are an electric blue in color. They hold a dangerously intelligent glint in them, serving as a mechanism to keep most people away from him. Tightened, somewhat lighter skin in the form of a long, thin scar runs just above his left eyebrow, down over his eyelid, and ends about halfway between his cheekbone and lower jaw. Several less-prominent scars etch his body here and there with a small conglomeration of them located on his right shoulder and shoulder blade.

Aidan's voice is that of a low tenor; his tone is hard and, while not demanding, has an air of don't-take-no-crap to it. Authoritative might be a good way to describe it, though he does not claim authority over anyone but himself. He walks with firm strides that take him swiftly to his destination. He radiates a wild kind of power -- a dangerous one.

Personality

Aidan is as wild as tempestuous seas. Unpredictable, dangerous, and very much "bad boy," it is very alarming when he gains a moment's calm; it usually indicates boiling emotions that he does not want to show, and it is very rarely anything happy. When his side-swiping insults and snarky, sarcastic behavior dies down, something is usually wrong -- either in him, or the person he's thinking of is about to be kaput.

Aidan's mannerisms are mature in some ways but externally give no sign of being such. He is quite intelligent and devious, formulating and carrying out plans with ease. He can take control of things and play leader surprisingly well, showing a collected, oriented demeanor, but he rarely shows this in school. His rambunctious nature gives him the immature title, but he's not about to start going to school and being a decent, upstanding member of society.

mature but not - aloof - snarky - stubborn - intelligent - wily - finds and exploits loopholes - adventurous - devious - dark exterior - loyal - acts confident - flirtatious - cold - wild

Backstory

All anyone knows about him as of now is that he came in from the wastelands east of the mountains and declared his claim to power.

Strengths

+ He was blessed with a glorious metabolism, so while he needs to eat a fair bit, he can eat anything and not gain a pound.

+ Lock picking. Big locks, small locks, mediocre size locks, he's your man. Give him a bomb or a Bobby pin; either way, he can get it open with ease.

+ Hand to hand combat. He fights dirty, but he's good at it.

+ Enhanced physical strength, speed, and agility

Weaknesses

- Not a bargainer. Not a peacemaker. Completely an executioner.

- Very much not trusting, won't let people in. This can be quite detrimental in situations when he may feel overwhelmed or alone.

- Will not ask for help with anything, even if he's dying. If he's got a broken leg, he's not telling.

- Has no problem using his fists instead of his words, but it's not really a temper thing

Affiliations

Open

Crush: May Develop

Significant Other: None

Children: None

Other

WIP

Mother said:

Dawnforest-

For I'lenna, I'd like at least 150 words each for personality and appearance; besides that, she's good. And maine coons are just fine

Is that good?

WIP

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Name:

Cyrus Antenor Evelian

Age:

30

Gender:

Male

Flame:

None

Rank:

Lord of Erwen

Desired Rank:

Content

Thoughts on the Situation:

Due to the suddenness with which it occurred, he is still unsure of the whole ordeal. What he is certain of is that he will stand by the royal family. As for the challenger, Cyrus is rather suspicious of him, and believes that such an unpredictable, stubborn, and virtually unknown person would bring the kingdom to disaster if he ever were to lead.

Appearance:

Cyrus stands at around 6'1, and although he isn't the tallest, he is still has a higher than average height. He has a leaner build, giving him a more slender appearance. Because of his build, he weighs slightly less than other men his height. However, he does have a good bit of muscle tone thanks to his father's training, even if it's mostly not visible. His overall body type is fairly well proportioned while the legs are slightly longer, attributing to the leaner look.

Cyrus has fairly pale skin of a more neutral tone. This makes him more prone to sunburn, so he is careful to keep from being in the sun too long. Because he cannot tan, his skin remains the same pale color year-round. This is mostly noticeable in the summer when it contrasts with the tanned complexion of others. This is often further emphasized by the darker clothing Cyrus typically wears, but he doesn't care. Tiny, small scars can be found all over this pale skin, mostly from training with his father in his younger years. His most prominent scar, however, was received when he and his younger brother were separated from the main hunting party. It is a deep claw mark with three straight cuts across his left eye.

Personality:

Quiet | Observant | Easily Annoyed | Sarcastic | Loner | Stoic | Mistrustful | Proud | Carries Grudges

Strengths:

Intelligence -

Speed -

Determination -

Weaknesses:

Eyesight - Cyrus does not have very good eyesight. He is nearsighted, and is required to wear eyeglasses in order to see clearly. If he were to take them off, he would see perfectly well a few feet in front of him, but farther distances appear blurred.

Physical strength - Although he does have a good muscle tone, Cyrus would not be able to hold his own against opponents with heavier builds. This is mostly due to his lighter weight and leaner build, since it gives him a disadvantage in terms of weight.

Cleithrophobia - Ever since he was little, Cyrus has had an inexplicable fear of being trapped. Throughout the years, he has been able to mask this fear. However, if he happened to be faced with such a situation, he would not be able to keep his fear under control.

Likes:

+ Reading

+ Stormy/Rainy days

+ Venison

+ Being respected

Dislikes:

- Ignorance

- Being laughed at

- Optimism

Backstory:

Cyrus was born to the former Lord and Lady of Erwen. While his father inherited the position, his mother was a duchess from Lych. Growing up in their home with his younger brother Daeran, he was educated in the ways of the court, and occasionally went with his mother or father to the palace when they had business there. His father, who was a retired general, made it his duty to train Cyrus in the ways of combat, particularly with the broadsword and dagger. When he and his brother became teenagers, his father took them on frequent hunting parties. It was during one of these trips that Cyrus received his scar. Ever since then, his mother forbade him from going on hunting parties, fearing that he would end up losing his life. As time grew on, he became old enough to inherit the title of Lord. His parents retired, and now live in small villa, where Cyrus goes to visit them occasionally. Daeran became a duke, and he often helps Cyrus with court business.

Kin:

Karian Darius Evelian - Father, living.

Aedela May Evelian - Mother, living.

Daeran Raxis Evelian - Younger brother, living.

Affiliations:

WIP

Crush:

None

Significant Other:

Open

Children:

None

Other:

Credits go to Edhelsen on Picrew