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Post by Akatala on Mar 31, 2009 23:09:54 GMT -5
Name: Ahren Aspenn Emberrosa - Current Mortal Alias: Aaron Brunswick
Nickname: Aaron, Ren
Gender: Male
Race: Fae
Age: Adult
Season: Autumn
Element/Powers: Fire / Charisma / Advanced power: Shape-shifting
Alignment: Seelie
Animal Form: Chimera / (Advanced Shifts) Puma, timber wolf
Animal Form Description: Glamoured he typically looks like the average cougar, save for the darker chestnut streak down his back. His eyes are the strange part as they glimmer iridescently from gold to teal. As a chimera, it is easy for him to shift into his alternate form, which is a rusty red and gold pelted timber wolf.
Beneath the many layers of natural Chimera glamour, his true base form looks like a cross between a panther and an antelope. His head is large with twin thin antlers protruding. His neck is long and slightly maned down the nape, while his legs are lanky like an elk, ending in paws tipped in un-retractable talons that look like cloven hooves from a distance. His lion tail is somewhat short, ending in a feathery tuft that hides a barbed sting. His coat is chestnut fading through gold to a tawny belly and possessing tawny leopard dappling. These features, together, make him look like a slightly odd red elk or unicorn from a distance, to those who aren't paying close attention to the details that tattle the deceit. It is also the origin of the myth of chimeras having the heads of a lion and a ram, and etc strange combo forms.
Fae Form Description: His hair fades from chestnut at the roots through gold into tawny at the ends of his waist-length hair that is typically found in a braided queue. His skin is fair, his face, egg-shaped, and his eyes holding that feline seductive look while glimmering between golden amber and teal blue. He's somewhat tall at 5'11 and lithely built. Some could call him pretty with all of the feline features showing in him. That is, until the predator gleams in his eyes. He prefers to wear clothes that are either ash gray, charcoal, or pitch black in hue. He doesn't care what kind of fabric or style as long as he looks successful and powerful in his lean frame. Style of clothing also must accommodate the chance of combat. Therefore, he's most often in boots, black denim, silk/cotton, or leather, and a simple airy yet elegant shirt. He will do polo and khaki, but only if he must for a business meeting.
Human Form Description: His auburn hair fades from aged penny to blond at the ends. It tends to look shorter with glamour, looking spiked on top and trailing down the back in a four inch dragon tail, to keep looking as though he meets current trends. His eyes are an odd hazel mix of teal flecked gold. He is still somewhat "pretty looking" however the near constant scowl on his face makes it clear, he's no pansy. That and the power packed in the lean yet quite able musculature that coats his frame.
Personality: Ahren is a jaded soul. He dislikes most people, yet something in him constantly draws people to him like moths to a flame. He has grown to tolerate it as he has stalked the mortal realm over the years, posing as a school boy, or a young college student in order to hunt the anxious and troubled emotions he feeds on.
Those that call him evil, cause him to laugh in their face at such absurd "human" paradigms. He considers himself neither good nor evil, simply another predator, that prefers to hunt in the open like the Seelie, yet is quite happy to openly admit (through attack of course) that he is indeed Unseelie and proud of it. He is the pinnacle of the autumn, beautifully cloaked in form and color yet deadly in his power to lure and ignite a simle candle flame into a blazing forest fire.
Ahren has spent hundreds of years bouncing in and out of the Mortal Realm to live amongst mankind. He has always known that he was looking for something, yet not until recently did he know what. Now that he's seen her, and lost her due to his own stupidty in tactics, he is on the hunt for the one who is fates to be His. Now he scours colleges around North America, relentlessly looking for that timid girl he knows is his. Sure she's only part fae. But once, he catches her again, that won't last for long. He'll make her full fae, then he'll make her His. No one will ever touch her, let alone harm her again. She is for him alone to insult or charm. Any that he finds insulting, harming, or charming in his stead will find their death by his hands!
History: Ahren has gone by many names over the centuries as he has played with the mortals, teasing the emotions he thrives on out of them like a cat playing games with its vermin prey. He spent quite alot of time in Germany, before moving west through Europe to appear in Paris, Rome, Florence, Venice, Madrid, London, then New York and down through America. His game of course, is always to play an abandoned pretty boy that no family with a heart can refuse to adopt. He always plays his charm on the richer folk, peerage and rich merchants. Once inside a family, he has always played the sweet, however testy, school boy that draws people to him regardless of age. He had tended to use his violent streak to fit into the "leader of the pack" position, where he plays a rough yet popular male flanked with many willing to do his bidding or mimic him to fit the trend he creates. Some people frown at this, until they meet him and fall under the spell of his natural burning feline charisma. Those who have seen beyond his tricks, and made the mistake of speaking up about it, have been ignored or even ostracized for speaking badly about such an impeccable and charming boy who shows great potential in leading. Of course, it is always, simply a game of a cat herding his cattle with his charm, then picking off those he wants as prey, one by one. Meanwhile, the blood rush of running with him, fearing his wrath yet fearing more the wrath of society for not fitting in with his pack, provides the emotional nourishment he has always craved.
Seemingly forever, he has played his game of wolf in golden fleece, leading the flock of sheep while picking his prey at an easy, casual pace. None ever knowing the full truth save that one of the pack sinned unforgivably. Only recently, has Ahren realized exactly why he played the "game" as he always has. only recently has he understood what it was he was truly after. It wasn't the ease of catching food in graceful fishing technique, using himself as the lure. It was never about the food. It has always been a search for that other half of himself. Some mysterious other half, he somehow knew could only be found in the mortal realm amongst its children.
One day in a modern school, as he played the role of a high school jock with his pack of popular preps and skanky skater boys, did he find that one soul he had been searching the world over the centuries to find. She was tiny, meek, easy to upset, easy to wound. Yet she unknowingly had a secret affect on him. She had a scent, a way, a unique charm, that was irresistible to him. He knew the moment he met her that she was His! His Mouse!
Ahren set about playing with her, His Mouse, charming her as he did the others, yet she reacted as a spitfire prey-ling, one who puffed up to roar before trying to find the quickest escape route. Which, of course, meant that he was constantly chasing her. It became his new game--an incurable addiction.
Then one day, an band of Unseelie rogues sniffed her out, tore through the house of her aunt who was her loathing guardian, killing the aunt's suitor, and frightening the aunt into insanity so severe she is now a permanent asylum patient. The Mouse was hospitalized for a time, during which the school saw an uncharacteristic change in Ahren. He was so enraged that those rogue bastards had managed to get past his senses to harm her, that he allowed thoughts to slip through seemingly spontaneous fits of rage.
Yet while Ahren was busy berating himself for allowing her injury by another, as well and hunting those who did it, His Mouse slipped away with social services to live somewhere else. He had lost her! Simply because he was too arrogant to think he could keep toying with her, letting everyone in town know that she was his favorite "toy". He was too arrogant to think that some of his own kind would notice his favoring of the Mouse and try to take her for their own. Clever was she, that Mouse, who somehow escaped that pack with her life, however mangled she was from the ordeal. Clever was she, that Mouse, to escape all of those who "toyed" with her that season.
Now, Ahren has changed his tactics slightly, playing a college student, as he hops from school to school, never staying longer than a semester, while searching for that Mouse that escaped him. He must find her! His sanity depends on it!
Additional: Below is the link to a pencil and ink (drawn by me) example of Ahran's true animal form, the Chimera without the glamour.
mindsjourney.net/Art/Chimaera.png
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