Remnants of the Earth

One week was seriously short notice. It was a very slim deadline for gathering Intel, but Emrys had been under the gun before, and what's more there was a lot at steak this time, the least of which was his son's life. If he was still alive. He could only hang onto their mental link for so long. Once the distance became to great, he lost even the faint sense of him.

A preliminary search threw the archives had revealed something about Redtide to him, but everything beyond that name, or code name? Was classified above his level. He'd had to get special clearance to access more than that, and he needed some help if he was going to figure out what he could about whatever or whoever this Redtide was.

That's why he was here, at the ATC, in his full dress uniform (because that was his usual, given his job title) and picking up Nova the way that a Candidate's mentor would normally. He'd told her before hand that dress uniform was necessary.

"Candidate," he said, entering the room she was waiting for him, "let's be on our way."

There was automatic fire all around. The sprayer was amazing - he was yelling for the others to get down, but it was unneeded they knew better than to get up. “Grendy!” he yelled, clinging to his friend, “You’re going to be fine,” he yelled at him, even though he was coughing up blood all over Raf’s face, “don’t you fucking die on me.” He was already gone though.

Raf woke with a start. He could hear his screams echoing off the empty cockpit. He was cold, his heart beating out of his chest, soaked in swat. For a moment he was terrified of wiping his borrow - afraid that it would come back slick with Grendy’s blood. He shook his head and then forced himself to wipe his face with the sleeve of his shirt. Nothing there. Just awkward. He could still smell the metallic tang of blood though taste the salt and dirt and metal in his mouth.

He looked at the clock. He’d k my dozed for fifteen minutes or so. He hadn’t had more than an hour of sleep at a time sense he decided to take this job.

Edanith.

Home.

He was going home.

Raf craves and longed for home nearly as much as he craved the bottle these days, but even just the thought of home made his nightmares worst. Every time he closed his eyes he could hear their screams, taste the smoke and the dirt, feel hot, sticky blood running threw his fingers.

His heart rate increased again and his breathing kicked up a notch. Oh gods and fucking space angels. The room was spinning. No. No. Breath. Relax. Breath. Hold your breath. Calm the fuck down Raf. It took him several minutes and he nearly had a full blown gods damned panic attack.

Just as the room stopped spinning the console in front of Raf chimed. Then an alert popped up on the screen to tell him the ship was on its final decent. Home. He was home. It was a bad place to visit, but a good place to die. He could feed the worms in the same dirt as the rest of his unit.

__________________QUICK STATS
Name Pilot Noble Setiae Raeonihnb e’Orgn Alkfin
Age 60
Gender Female
Species ¼ Ka’naen (Alien)/ ¾ Fae (of Adalian origin)
Ethnicity Aedolian 
Height 5’7”
Occupation Pilot, TRIM scientist, MD, ABPN (Neurologist, Clinical Neurophysiology)
Residence TRIM/Adelios


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Physical Description Setiae  is slightly above average height as compared to a human, a bit short for a Ka’naen, and as Fae vary in size from less than a foot to in excess of 8ft tall, she can’t really be compared in height to the ‘average’ Fae.

Her Fae ancestry has gifted her with immense beauty and a youthful appearance, even into her sixties she looks to be a very well aging woman somewhere in her 30s-40s. She has fiery red hair, cream skin with a clear completion, and stunning green eyes. 

Her alien heritage has gifted her with and sensitive senses of smell and hearing. 

Personality Setiae is cold and distant from most people, but highly obedient to her Dragon, Oqkeh, though she has little respect for any other authority, she does follow orders – unless they contradict Oqkeh’s will. In an effort to forget and/or ignore the horrors she inflicts on others, she’s delved deep into the science of her work and she spends most of her free time either pampering herself at high-end spas or engaging in any pleasure that will keep her mind from wondering to that place that used to want to heal people.

Out of frank vanity and sometimes a desire to irritate those who she feels superior to, she is prone to making people address her as Dr. Raeonihnb e’Orgn Alkfin, the ridiculously ornamental name of her high cast adoptive parents.


Magic/Abilities
Sense of smell: As compared to a human, Setiae had a very sensitive sense of smell. She can recognize a person (and could track them, if she wanted) by their smell alone. From a person’s scent she can pick up their mood, gender, reproductive cycles, species, state of general health, etc. She can also detect these things to varying degrees after a person has recently left the area, though this ability diminishes with time and with other factors such as wind and rain.
Hearing: As compared to a human, Setiae’s sense of hearing is very strong. She can hear pitches both lower and higher than humans. She can also hear sounds much quieter than humans can detect.
Fae longevity: Setiae is expected to have a long life (as compared to a human) and maintain her youthful beauty long into old age. She may live hundreds of years, but it's anyone's guess around what age she might naturally expire, given her mixed decent.
Psychic Abilities: As, is the requirement to become a pilot, Setiae is a telepath, though only a moderately strong one. More impressive is her abilities with telekinesis. She’s quite strong in her ability to move and manipulate physical objects, so much so that it’s common for her to simply call something near-by to hand than to move across a room to retrieve it.


Relationships
Oqkeh: Dragon, Male, 200 years old. Oqkeh is likely to be first described as harsh and cruel by anyone who knows him at all. He’s unbending, unkind, and cold. His relationship with Setiae is entirely one sided. She does what he wants and he gets what he wants, and if she doesn’t the punishments, he deals out are swift and severe and always in excess compared to the transgression.
Adoptive parents: Navi and Rekna Raeonihnb e’Orgn Alkfin. Setiae’s relationship with her adoptive parents is distant and cool, but she still makes the occasional social appearance for them.
Lovers: Setiae hasn’t has a proper lover in many years, though she has had a few one night stands. It would take some effort for someone to get past her either party and forget mode or her distant and cool outer shell.
Frinds: Setiae doesn’t really have any friends.


History
Setiae was born poor and moved in and out of the foster system as a young child, and has no knowledge of her birth parents. She only knows the make-up of her species because of genetic testing done in the course of medical treatment.

Some of her foster parents were kind, but she never bonded with them, others were abusive, and she was intelligent enough to learn how to keep them happy or avoid them well enough to minimize the abuse she had to endure. However, even with changing schools, changing homes, and changing caretakers, she proved an intelligent child. She loved science, and eventually got turned onto medicine. She excelled in all academic subjects, and found her schooling and studying a safe place for her to hide away from the worries and dangers that riddled the other parts of her life.

During her ninth year, Setiae’s life changed forever. This was when she first showed signs of having psychic abilities. The foster parents chosen for her then, were chosen more carefully, and those who cared for her, did so with more attention to the fact she would likely one day be a Pilot. By the time she was twelve she was both in college and had been adopted by a high cast couple who had found they couldn’t have children, and who were looking for a proper charity to poor their money into. They couldn’t be more proud of the pet project they had adopted. She was enrolled in a better, privet university, dressed up, taught how to act in high society, and shown off regularly by her adopted parents. Never having been social, and never having developed many deep relationships, Setiae didn’t really care – she took full advantage of her windfall, though, and dove headlong into her studies.

By the time she was eighteen, Setiae had graduated from Medical School with a degree in neurology. Four days after she graduated from the university, Satiae shipped off the Candidate training. Like all other things she threw herself into, Setiar excelled in training. She moved through the levels quickly and graduated in four years at the age of twenty-two.

The dragon, Oqkeh, who chose her is severe and cruel and keeps her in line with the promise of the harshest punishments. On their first encounter he plugged her directly into the network and kept her there for days getting her sufficiently addicted to the information stream before cutting her off for a weak to watch her suffer. When he though she’d suffered and begged enough, he finally relinquished and let her reconnect. Now, Oqkeh closely monitors and polices her time on the network allowing her enough time to keep symptoms at bay, and allowing her access when she has a need to gather knowledge for her work. He allows extra time in return for her pleasing him and cuts of access to punish her. However, the need for such punishment hasn’t arisen in decades. Setiae is wholly obedient.

Once Oqkeh and Setiae had worked out the boundaries and expectations of their relationship, she was put into the Department of Science and Medicine (DoSaM), under R&D, and sent to TRIM to work with their scientists. She was to experiment on those trimmed from candidate training. Setiae had hoped to work on healing the minds of those who had been broken physically or mentally by training, and to help give more control to those who found their powers too unwieldy to handle. Oqkeh had other plans for her though. He wanted her to explore ways to make psychics more powerful, threw physical and chemical manipulation, and technological augmentation. For a brief time, Setiae resisted this – she wanted to heal, not experiment. She protested by stating her case, and asking permission – she attempted to reason with Oqkeh that if she could help those unable to control their powers, those who’s minds were scarred or broken physically, that they would have more Pilots in the world. Oqkeh promptly cut her off from the network and submitted her to a number of other punishments until she submitted to his will. It took less than a day before she was apologizing for her suggestion and begging his forgiveness. But he didn’t relent, not for days.

Setiae has never made so much as a suggestion contrary to his wishes sense. She threw herself into the science of her work and attempted to ignore the people she worked on. The science was fascinating, and it was easy to let herself forget there were real people suffering. Over time she became more and more engrossed in her work and less and less concerned about the suffering she caused.

Now, almost forty years later, Setiae remains immersed in her work. Though she can occasionally be seen at social events hosted by her adoptive parents, she really enjoys activities that allow her to let go and not think about anything at all. The echos or screams and the horrors she's inflicted on others - people dying in great balls of fire, and impressive electrical storms, for example, still haunt her dreams though.

...9 years in the past. Emrys is 28, Jillian is 4, Fiona is 7, Bevin is 5, he has a 7 year old son, and a one year old, and his youngest child is yet to be born...

She was just a little girl. A child, a person, a thing he hadn’t ever paid much attention to, except to possess her and hope that potential would grow in her. Emrys expected great things from his children – they were an extension of him, after all. Still, it was the nannies, privet tutors, household staff, and school teachers who had really raised her.

When he was stationed on planet for long enough, Emrys was home. He was around his children and saw them. He oversaw their education and approved of denied their extracurricular activities and friends. He took meals with them and had conversations with them, but generally remained distant. Usually, he was cordial, polite, friendly… however, if and when his children stepped out of line, he could be harsh to the point of cruel. It was imposable for them to lie to him, and easy for him to make them do whatever he wanted, given his abilities.

Today was something special though. He was in a particularly good mood, and all of his children could likely sense it. He’d been kinder than usual, and stopped by a store on the way home pick up some gifts for them – they might have thought something was wrong with their father, even. The nanny had called him earlier in the day, and told him about an incident that had happened that morning, and it led him to believe that Fiona might be the one he had been waiting for. He was taking her to the doctor now, to be examined, to determine for sure if she had the talent. If she would be the first of his children to eventually go to Candidate training, and become Pilots. There was no room in his mind for the idea any of then could be trimmed if they got in.

Usually, Emrys took public transit, trains mostly, but today was special. He was in the back seat of a car with Fiona while a driver took them to the hospital for her appointment. He smiled faintly at the girl sitting in the seat to his left. He hadn’t told her where they were going yet, simply that they had an appointment to be at.

“I’m taking you to see the doctor,” Emrys said, “I don’t want you to think you are in trouble. Lila,” the current ‘head nanny’ of which there was a total of four to ensure that they could provide round-the-clock care and accommodate their own needed days off, “told me about what happened earlier while I was at work. I’m very pleased," he said in a gentle tone of voice. "So we are going to go see the doctor and find out for sure if you have finally come into your abilities.” He smiled, wider this time, probably the most genuine smile she had ever seen directed at her from him.

“I want you to be on your best behavior for the doctor, and do whatever he asks you to. No questions or objections, you understand?”

Sexy things might happen in this thread. You have been warned!

Emrys worked for the Aerospace Exploration Diplomatic Agency... Officially he was an Interplanetary Diplomat. The redacted parts of his file would suggest he was actually a spy. He had worked as a field intelligence officer from the start of his carer. Interstellar strategic planning was right up his alley... he didn't actually design mission to capture or conquer other people's planets, but he did gather data that allowed the people who did to do their jobs. Want to know another government's military strengths and weaknesses, need info. that only a mole in a foreign nation can attain, or need a connection or asset on another planet to hook you up with access to people, places, and things... That's the sort of thing that Emrys supplied.

Today though, was not a day for that. He had come "home" yesterday, from a tour of near-by systems. In a few days he was going back to his other home in Haviah. He sighed, trying not to think about whatever recent trouble Bevyn had likely gotten into while he'd been away the last few months. That boy was a waste of air. At least Jilana was showing promise... maybe one of the younger ones would eventually develop the gift and he'd be able to add a third generation Pilot to the family.

None of that for now though. He tried to put it out of his mind as he turned the corner and headed down a side street. He was dressed too nicely for this part of town - it wasn't a sleazy area or one prone to crime, but he stuck out - looked too expensive for it, in a starched three peace suit. It was a light almost lavender grey suit with a tie that very nearly matched the sky-blue of his eyes. The color paired nicely with his ivory skin and the slight hint of blue in his otherwise blonde hair.

Emrys smiled faintly as he walked into the bar, visibly relaxed, as if someone had pulled out the stick that seemed permanently up his ass based on his posture. "It's been a while Emrys," the bartender said as he smoothed his hands across the polished bar top, "you hanging around for a while this time or just stopping over before your next hop off planet."

"Somehow," Emrys said, "I managed five days of leave and a short assignment back home in Haviah."

"Nice," the bartender turned slightly and picked up a bottle before raising it up toward him slightly, "whisky neat?"

Emrys nodded, and once the drink was poured, it was a double shot, he picked it up and scanned the bar for interesting or attractive faces. There was one, brunette in a corner booth. She was attractive in a toned-down kind of way, but he wasn't really looking at that at the moment anyway. He'd met Sparrow, or fellow Pilot Anderson, in passing before. He might as well say hello to her.

Graceful movements pulled Emrys' lanky frame across the small room, past a few other tables to Sparrow's table. He took a slow sip from his drink. "I hope the evening is treating you well," his voice was deep with a warm timber, and soft around the edges in a way that usually put people at ease without even giving them a mental nudge that he tended to when he wasn't on his home planet - a thing he'd never do here, and especially not to a fellow Pilot, without specific cause and real justification. "Would you mind some company?"

What types of plots are you interested in playing? Everything, lovey-dovey romance, abusive relationships, Pilot Mentor/Candidate, enemies, archenemies, one night stands.

Long-term plots:
See Emrys in my character catalog. I'm looking for a character who is a government employee of a foreign nation or planet for him to attempt to turn into an asset for Aedlois.
 
What types of plots are you not interested in playing? none

How often can you reply to any given thread? often, many times a week

What is the longest you're willing to wait for a reply to a thread? 1-2 weeks, preferably more often than that

Are you open to RPing over instant messengers? If so, what's the best way to contact you and what times are you generally available? no

Are you open to post volleying? yes! Often, I love this! DM me @Marjorie on discord if you want to do this.

Anything else? Looking for someone to play Emrys' eldest child (may be M or F, age 17, see more info. about his kids in app, inked in my sig).



What are you limits regarding powerplay/godmoding?
You may do or attempt to do anything to my character, within reason. Please don't write their response.

What are your limits in regards to romantic situations?
I don't like to pre-plot the details of a romance, but I am ok with some general planning.

What are your limits in regards to sex?
What ever you are comfortable with. I can write porn or we can fade to black and leave it as implications.

What are your limits in regards to pregnancy within plots?
No limits.

What are your limits in regards to violent scenes?

I haven't found a limit yet. I have written graphic abuse and torture in the past. I am happy to tone it up or down to your comfort level. All the blood and gore, death and dying is ok with me.

What are your limits in regards to abuse/rape in plots?
I am comfortable with these scenes. Please let me know if you are not or how much detail you want to get into.

Are you okay with characters being transformed against their will?
Yes, but not without my (the writer's) prior consent.

What about healing?
I'm fine with this.

Anything else?
Nope.

__________________QUICK STATS
Name Pilot Noble Emrys Perth Broin
Age 37
Gender M
Species
Ethnicity Aedolian
Height 6’4
Occupation  Aerospace Exploration Diplomatic Agency [AEDA] Diplomat, foreign affairs.
Emrys functions as an actual diplomat overseeing and being involved in maintaining the peace between Aedolis and other planets and nations, and sharing and acquiring knowledge of space/space travel with and from them, at least on the surface. In reality, he is tasked with threat assessment and assessing the weaknesses of the foreign planets and nations threw which he moves.

Residence He keeps a family home in the Citadel of Haviah, on Aedolis. This is where he keeps his family, though one would be hard-pressed to call his familial relationships close or even warm. He also has permanent residence on the Stellarium, the point from which he often comes and goes and reports in.

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Physical Description Emrys is, in a word, beautiful… one could also call him handsome or simply attractive, but his clearly Elven heritage has blessed him with elegant and delicate features. One might mistake his lithe and graceful appearance for physical weakness, but it would be to their likely doom. He is tall at 6’4” and weighs in around 170lbs. Despite being slender, Emrys is strong, but not layered in bulky muscle. He has sky-blue eyes, ivory skin, and blonde hair that has a slight blueish tint to it. He has high cheek bones and delicately pointed ears.

Emrys wears his hair short clipped and neat in a military style (high and tight) and his face clean shaven. His appearance is always impeccable weather in uniform or civilian clothing. When wearing civilian clothing he prefers suits that have layers (shirts, ties, vests, jackets, overcoats, scarves, hats, fancy shoes, etc.) and clothing with sharp pressed and tailored vertical lines that make him appear even taller and slenderer than he already is. Emrys walks and moves with the grace of an acrobat.

Personality Emrys exudes confidence and self-assured-ness with his every breath and movement. He is egotistical and quite sure he is indeed better than the general population of most places he has ever been. He’s silver tongue-ed and uses his empathic abilities in subtle and not-so-subtle, but often devastating ways, to his great advantage. He has no qualms about the emotional wreckage he leaves behind him in the minds of others.

Emrys is a true believer. He believes that Aedolis should be the supreme power in the universe. Just as he believes that he, as a Pilot, is better than most other people, he believes that Aedolians as a people are better than all other peoples. He believes that protecting and serving Aedolis, and maintaining her power are the most important mission. He would, without question, sacrifice himself or his own children to meet those ends. No means is unjustified when the ends are maintaining Aedolis’ supremacy.

Despite his actual emotional distance and coldness, he often comes off as warm, friendly, sociable, and approachable. This is in part because he acts the part very well, and partly because he is very good at applying subtle empathic manipulation on those around him.

Magic/Abilities Emrys is a very powerful Telepath, his ability to read minds comes as easily as breath, and he is subtle enough about it to go unnoticed except by someone as skilled as he.  More specifically, he is a skilled Empath. His abilities with Empathy allow him to not only sense what emotions others are having, but to manipulate what emotions they are feeling. He could ease the worries of a scared person, bring someone into a fit of rage, or convince someone they were attracted to him... these effects only work while he's actively putting effort into it, and fade over a few minutes after he's stopped or left. He has to be close within about five feet of a person to manipulate their emotions, however he only needs to be in eyesight to sense them.

Relationships Father: Glyn Borin Mother: Coventa Borin

Extended family: He is emotionally distant from them, but keeps in touch, and continues occasional social interaction with them. His family are Upper Cast members, and this affords him social, political, and financial connections. His mother was pretty crushed by the change in his personality after he graduated. The little boy she had doted on no longer existed.

Immediate family: Emrys rules his immediate family with an iron fist. He’s not married, and he has had many ‘romantic’ relationships over the years (with men and women), but doesn’t remain permanently attached to any of them. His children, however; are his and he keeps them at his home in Haviah, under the care of nannies and tutors, and other hired help. He expects great things from his children. They want for nothing and receive an expensive education; he hopes most of them will eventually qualify for the Pilot program themselves. However, even if they don’t, he expects them to become contributing, productive members of society. At current, Emrys has three sons and four daughters ranging in age from 3 to 17.

*Jillana is 13, she has shown no psychic abilities so far. Emrys has aimed her education in a direction which will benefit a regular military carer. She is intelligent, has a sharp wit, and enjoys contact sports and marshal arts.

*Bevyn is 14, and often the focus of his father's ire. He would tell you there's no point in working hard if you don't have to, and is happy to get by on his father's good name and excellent credit. He'd tell you he's here for a good time, not for a long time. He shows some very weak psychic abilities, but was quickly denied entrance to the Pilot Candidate Program, due to his devil-may-care attitude and lack of dedication, care, or desire to join. His father is greatly disappointed in him, and does not keep it a secret. He enjoys drinking, smoking, and club drugs. Emrys has, on many occasions considered putting the brat out of his misery. 

*Other children: Daughter 3; Son 7; Daughter 10; Daughter 16; Son 17.

Dragon: Rojgher; Male; 946 years old.
They are very close, given their mental link... Emrys has literally never been "alone" sense being bonded to Rojgher, except in the confines of the led rooms. This is a comforting, constant presence for him, and there's some emotional attachment as well, though Emrys is still unsure how to actually describe their relationship. He would define it as close and intimate, and he would also describe himself as feeling that he belonged to Rojgher. He defiantly has no delusions that they are or ever would be equals, but their relationship is not entirely one-sided either. He senses some form of Rojgher caring for or about him, but he also understands that if he ever stepped out of line, he wouldn't hesitate to correct him - swiftly and unpleasantly. Emrys makes a serious effort to never upset Rojgher. He has a firm understanding that he is Rojgher's Pilot, and Rojgher is not his dragon.

History Emrys was not always as cold and distant from people as he is now. Neither was he always so calculating in his actions. A long time ago, Emrys was a joy-filled, well-off, Upper Cast child. He always had great pride in being Aedlian and his parents encouraged this pride in him. His mother was a low tier psychic who had a good, but not glamorous job in military logistics. His father, however; was a skilled psychic, and a Pilot himself. Emrys practically worshipped the ground his father walked on. He wanted to be the man. He wanted to server and protect his home, and he was equally attracted to the shine and sparkle of the fame and glory of being a Pilot.

Emrys was an only child, his mother contracted a severe illness shortly after giving birth to him, which made her infertile, assuring that she only had one child to dote on, and dote on him she did. Emrys and his parents were very close during his childhood.

Emrys psychic abilities showed early, and he was tracked by the government, per protocol. At the age of thirteen, Emrys got his wish, and was accepted into the Candidate program. The physical rigors were particularly difficult during Gracies, given the fact that he was much younger than many of the others going through Basic, which made him physically weaker. The hazing he experienced was particularly viscous. Being different and not excelling in any area was a cause for him to come under attack. However, he made it through… with a few broken bones, a sometimes-bruised ego, and a strong determination to out preform all those who ever crossed him. Finishing Gracies gave him a new goal: to beat everyone who ever sought to harm him, to outsmart and outmaneuver them and eventually out rank them, as they started to be trimmed and he remained. His survival would be the biggest ‘fuck you’ he could give them.

The Candidate training program was brutal and it took him six years to complete it. Partly because he couldn’t graduate before his eighteenth birthday, and partly because, being so young, he had a lot of catching up to do with some of the older candidates in general life experience and, especially, physical ability.

As a Candidate, Emrys had seen, done, and experienced things that could only be described as horrific. When he graduated, he did not leave as the same exuberant youth he had entered. The then nineteen-year-old Emrys was a man, and quite emotionally distanced from others. He had lost his ability to easily connect to people, and gained the ability to employ subtle manipulation of others’ emotions to bend them to his will. He had lost his vibrant excitement for life, and gained the belief that protecting and serving Aedolis was worth any price of sacrifice.

The Candidate program had left many scars on him, and the physical ones were the least of it. Among other things, the long string of brief romantic encounters which he has added more beads to over the years is a direct reaction to his time spent in Candidate training. The lovers he’s taken (man or woman) he’s never kept around for long, though he used his abilities and power as a Pilot, to collect any children that have come from such trysts, so that he could ensure their futures were not wasted. He is searching for close, intimate relationships - he knows he's missing out on them, but he can no longer connect in that way, and it leaves a void in a part of him that he is continually trying to fill.

Immediately after graduation, Emrys began working as an Intelligence officer out in the field. His empathic abilities were particularly suited for this line of work, and were used to benefit Aedolis in the Edani War. After the war officially ended, and the  Aedolis Stellar Invasion Force [ASIF] was re-branded the AEDA… and official diplomatic positions were made real, Emrys was transferred to the AEDA to put his skills to use as a "diplomat".

This is The Glanconer, by Brian Froud, found in the book Good Fairies, Bad Fairies.

__________________QUICK STATS
Name Neese is a man of many names see personality
Age Thousands of years old, >10,000 <15,000, Nesse has honestly lost track of how old he is. If you ask him how old he is, he will ask you: How old are the waters or the rocks?   
Gender Male
Species Fae, masquerading as a Libran 
Ethnicity n/a
Height 6’10”
Occupation keeper of oaths and maker of contracts
Residence The in-between places.

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Physical Description
Neese’s natural form is often described as otherworldly by mortals. His flesh is shades of grey and green. He is tall, lean, and lanky, with angular features, and yet still muscular, and possessing of a male physique. His face could be likened to a mask of leaves, and his body possess protrusions at the major joints (elbows, hips, shoulders, knees), odd to mortal eyes, that might look to be tree branches, twigs, or leaves.

However, in this day and age it is exceedingly rare that a mortal would see Neese in his natural form – that’s something that would require a trade of some kind. As he possesses powerful magics, Neese often appears as the most handsome of men or the most alluring of women. He may also come to people in other forms, animals, a tree, or any other shape that might suit his fancy… This allows him to get near to and observe a person without being seen at all, if he so chooses. 

Personality
Neese is his given name, but he is a creature of many names – some given to him by others, some he’s chosen for himself... the ones that follow are the ones he has chosen to call himself weather or not they were given to him by someone else or ones he chose for himself. He most often refers to himself as Neese, and he likes to offer people choices when he does so, but he may introduce himself by any of his names, given his mood or intention at the moment. Some may even have heard of an impossibly attractive you man by one of these names, though it is doubtful anyone had put together all of his names in relation to him specifically or the things he has done over the countless centuries he has lived.

Neese means choice, and it was the gift given to him by his parents. It bestowed upon him free will and the ability to do as he pleased – to choose, and Neese chose for himself may things… Names are powerful, and Neese has many.

Conchobar (strong willed), for Neese seeks to bend other to his will, for his amusement or his whimsy, he finds pleasure in manipulating others and making them submit to him.  Arlan (oath maker). Neese likes to exchange promises, and conditions – a thing for a thing can be a powerful and driving force for him, but one should be mindful and weary of the mighty fortunes that Neese sometimes offers, and even the subtle ones, like a name to call him by – as everything he gives comes with a price and there is always a catch, even for the most astute of negotiators. Kirwin (darkness), for it cannot be ignored that Neese has some darkness about him. He can be impulsive, lustful, hedonic, possessive, cruel, domineering, and willing to do anything to get whatever it is he wants at the moment. Devyn (the poet). Neese is fond of the arts, and covetous of all things beautiful. He finds great pleasure in music, poetry, story, and physical forms of beauty – weather it be a lovely flower, the fairest of maidens, the most handsome of men, or painting, sculpture, or tapestry. Linden (of the trees or nature). Fae have always been tied to nature, according to their philosophy, Fae were first – before mortals – messengers of the Gods on in the physical realm, they helped shaped the world. Helped to make things grow, and to make them decay, they only became messengers of the Gods to mortals in the later days. He feels a closeness to the wild, natural places of the world, that mimic his own power and freedom and chaotic nature.

Magic/Abilities
Neese possess strong and powerful magics of two types – glamours, which he uses to great effect against mortals, especially when he’s attempting to manipulate them in some way, and nature magic. His nature magic is limited to the manipulation of plants, to which he physically appears to be somewhat or somehow related to. 

Relationships
Neese’s relationships tend to be one sided, or heavily weighted toward what he can get out of a person. He doesn’t love people, but he does lust for them. He’s very manipulative and abusive of his relationships with others. He can and often is covetous and jealous. He may come off as devoted, loving, kind even, but truthfully, he’s no use for those things – they are a means to an end for him. 

History
Fae were first – before mortals – messengers of the Gods on in the physical realm, they helped shaped the world. Helped to make things grow, and to make them decay, they only became messengers of the Gods to mortals in the later days. By the recall of the Fae, mortals – even the longest-lived species – are yet young. Not so young that Neese has been around to see all their history unwind, of course, but young enough that Neese looks upon them with impunity. He’s probably forgotten more about magic and the ways of nature than most mortals could hope to gain over a lifetime.

Neese is decedent of a high Fae noble line, counting his years in the thousands, though he cannot recall his exact age these days, nor can he, any longer, recall the names of his parents. The only thing he truly remembers of his parents these days, is the gift of his name, for which he will always be grateful.

Neese has been around long enough to watch generations come and go, and he left the fairy courts some many, many years ago, due to sheer boredom… and now, with the destruction of that world, the Fae Courts no longer exist. This is not to say he doesn’t still hold his title as Lord. He just doesn’t use it often.

Neese is from the in-between places, or the place between, as some like to call it. It is a place that exists separate and apart of the mortal realm at the same time. Like a shadow or a reflection. One can see both places at once in the between places, but the rules are different there, and one can only interact to a degree with the mortal realms while in the Fey places. Neese keep a home – a spindly castle, a gift of his ancestors, in these lands. It’s outfitted with a full staff, even though he rarely makes appearances there.

The between places are most easily accessed through a merroir, in this care any reflective surface - an unmoving pond, serene water in a glass, polished brass, one’s reflection caught in the shining steal of a sword. To Fae folk, these are doorways. Neese frequently moves between the mortal realm and the in-between places as he searches for something of interest, he deems worthy of his time.  Given the advent of space-time travel, and the realization that there were other physical worlds out there… Neese has, over time learned to step threw portals (mirrors) from one planet or station to another. Negating the need for him to use current space travel, most of the time. As the physical realm has always been the physical realm, not matter in which place, and he has always move from the physical world to the between places.

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Name: Raf Tenlem 
Age: 43
Gender: M
Species: Edani and some unknown “alien” type
Ethnicity: Edani
Height: 5’11"
Occupation: Space Pirate: thief, body guard, or gun for hire
Residence: A small ship suitable to live four, and small enough to be piloted and navigated by one person and to be practical for use of a jump drive. He’s named it Liss’s tit, which is one of his favorite expletives… He probably won’t tell you who Liss is, but you could ask, he might not kill you.


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Physical Description
Raf is tall for an Edani, but not very tall in the grand scheme of ‘average’ height in the universe. His height is likely due to whatever spices the John who knocked up his mom was. Other than his height, he’s fairly unremarkable looking, aside from the scattering of nasty scars on his body… most of which are covered by his clothes. All prizes of ten years of combat missions. He had hair that varies naturally from light brown to sandy blonde depending on how much sunlight he's gotten recently, and he has light grey-blue eyes. His skin is fair, and generally not super tanned unless he's had cause to be outside a lot for some reason.

Personality
Raf is like sandpaper, only sharper. If you take him at face value, he's just an angry asshole. He’s hard and cold on the outside. He takes no one’s shit.

He’s very jaded and feels betrayed by Edanith, sense they just laid down arms and accepted a treaty. So bring up the war at your own pearl. He was very proud of his service, however; which is a point of contention inside himself. Once-upon-a-time he had found a leader inside himself, but those days are long past. He can't even find anything to care about these days.

The emotional scars are worse than his physical ones though, he’s got a great deal of survivor’s guilt and has been suffering for a long time. He has nightmares about it still.

He’s always picking fights and pissing off people – dangerous people – and a large part of that is in the vain hope that maybe someday soon someone will put him out of his fucking misery.

He drinks a lot these days, and bar fights are one of his favorite ways to unwind.

Magic/Abilities
Raf is a psionic, probably another gift from his sperm donor. He definitely doesn’t advertise this, but he is also definitely not above using it to his advantage. He has both the ability to use telepathy and telekinesis. He’s not super talented at either, but they both sure have come in handy now and again.

Relationships
Raf hasn’t met a person who he hasn’t either run away from or clung to while they died. In short, he’s never had any real long-term relationships, platonic or romantic. Because either they left or he did. He never had a really stable anything when he was growing up, so anytime he starts to feel like he’s getting attached to someone, he cuts loose and runs. Still, he has a very protective streak in him. This showed it’s self when he was living on the streets as a kid, and it came out tenfold when he found his first real family in the military. He’d live and die for the other members of his unit. They weren’t supposed to die though. It was supposed to be him. He was the one who was supposed to die.

History
Raf was born the son of a poor prostitute. Liss was one of the other working girls he grew up around. They used to trade off watching him when he was too little too look after himself. Liss is the toughest person he’s ever known. She was also the one who cared for him the most, more than his mother ever did. They lived in miserable conditions, but they lived. They laughed… sometimes, until Raf got old enough, and his mom though he should start earning his keep.

The slimy guy never even managed to lay a finger on him. Raf jumped out a second story window onto the 'balcony' below and then down to the street and took off. He never went back. He never missed his mom, he did miss Liss though.

He spent the latter half on the streets and in and out of shelters and the ‘child protective system.’ It was great at the child part, not so good at the protective part. Somehow, he managed to get threw school anyway, the system kept trying to drag him back to it, anyway.

On a whim, he joined the Edanith military when he got out of school. Even he doesn’t know how he wound up graduating. The promise of three squares a day, clothing and a roof over his head provided – that and they’d give him a gun? Well hell, he’d been contemplating living in prions being easier than living on the streets… that had to be a step up though, right?
It turned out, the military liked tough guys who followed orders, it also turned out; he liked the comradely of people who would never abandon him. Little did he know, those few people he managed to actually build deep meaningful relationships with would all end up dead.

He’d given his own blood sweat and tears to the people he served with, and all the people he cared about had died for… for what? For nothing. They just gave up. The war ended. People moved on. No one even cared anymore. He’d live and die for the other members of his unit. They were the only real family he'd ever had.

SO FUCK EVERYONE.

Raf left the service as soon as he was able and then did what he’s always done best. He ran. He drank a lot. Got into a lot of fights. Got involved with a lot of the wrong people. Wound up becoming a thief, muscle for hire, a gun for a dangerous heist or theft. A… nothing and no one important. Someone no one cares about and no one should. Someone who blows around on the cosmic winds and lands wherever he lands without a whole lot of purpose left in him.