Nickname: a favorite of his - Saturday

Age: 18

Gender: Man

Sexuality: Man "This IS deliberate. I label myself only as man. What that means is up to me, and if I like your ass I'll tell you."

Parent: Demeter, the Corn Mother

Appearance:
Sator is a whopping 190 Ibs, packed with muscle and the fat of breads, and 6' 5". His face and skin, however long worked into the Earth, are as soft as baby skin. His voice is a deep boom.

Hair color: Half blond/half dark brown

Eye color: One green/One brown

Personality:
Sator is an interesting boy/man/thing/guy/mabob. He is a living contradiction. One moment, he is nice, the next he is cold and cruel. One moment he is brandishing a knife and shouting with deep verbose manliness, and the next he is flailing his arms and gasping for air because he just spotted the most cutest boy ever(which at untempered times has proven to create quite comedic scenes).

Don't misunderstand him, ever. He will never clarify anything for you, he will just make sure you know ONE thing: He is a man. Granted, everyone can see very well he is a male, because he is not the least bit effeminate, at least not in front of other men, and his body is perhaps the most masculine and rough few will ever see on such young bones. But he is constantly pent up to dominate others, to prove he is more manly. Especially against those that would threaten that machismo. And like the Earth, rough and ready against any possible erosion, Sator is steadfast and uninsultable(well at least he appears to be).

Although he is trusting, he also has his paranoid moments. Once he feels comfortable, which is rather quick, that everyone has been subdued and he has taken his place as the alpha-male, he becomes insecure and self-conscious, believing he is failing at manhood. He NEVER reveals this, however. Never. To reveal any sort of weakness, any sort of extreme emotion would be to cast away manliness forever.

His father raised him to be likes, at least he thinks. His father was a soldier back home, and made damn well certain that his son acted how he wanted him to act. But Sator was left many moments alone, learning his own identity(however dichromatic it may have been) and challenging himself further.

He adores his friends, and those few who can prove their intimate worthiness, he worships. Sator, however, would much rather spend a few hours in a cornfield or back a stream or listening to the bluebird sing than spend one second with other human beings. He feels an undying connection with the fields, truly.

His life seems to follow that of the fields as well. In Spring and Summer, he is joyous and manic. In Winter and Fall, he is melancholic and empty.

Likes:

-Breads
-Food
-Dogs
-Leathery stuff
-Woodworking
-Horses!
-sh... Boys

Dislikes:

-loud, obnoxious people
-men who can outman him
-the forest
-cities

Greatest Flaws:
If you asked him his greatest flaw, he would reject the idea. But he knows within his heart that his stringent view of masculinity tears him apart. It does not allow him to dynamically solve important questions in life. Although he is no feminist, he does not deny a woman their right to equality, and he would refer to a female as a man if she could prove she was one, but his strong morality oftentimes leads him to call less manly boys as women.

Perhaps deeper still is his desire for a boyfriend. He truly wishes for one, and oftentimes it leads him to make severe mistakes and terrible life choices. He has yet to give his virginity, however, and wishes to keep that a secret.

Element: Earth

Crush: Prospective...

Roommate:
Douglas Merryweather
Ashley Vie

Weapon: Enchanted Scythe, symbolic of the sheaves of corn and grain of Demeter

History:
Sator came from a small village, whose primary interest was in the production of maize corn. Other grains, of course, were produced, but maize was numero uno. A religious village, Sator perhaps still holds those values today.

His father was once a farmer, but was forced into the military by a local lord. He would come home rarely, but it was always with strict warmth. The winters that Sator enjoyed with his father were bittersweet. Sator was always depressed during the winters, but he always loved having his father around. But his father would leave shortly, forcing the now manic and over enthused Sator to propel off into the wilderness alone.

He remembers those sweet Summers, laying in Ms. Vivaca's fields, next to his best friend Gaius. Ah, there was a puppy love indeed. And though it was frowned upon in the village, it was not completely unaccepted, and Sator and Gaius were to be betrothed. At ages 12, they would be officially married in the village and have their own property.

Then came that night. Soldiers of the local lord came and burnt the crops, hoping to scare off enemy brigades. The the crops burnt, the village slowly died off due to starvation. Sator was left alone, alone to wander the fields.

But he learned how to fight, and kept to himself. He mastered the seasons of the Earth, learning when to plant, and having the ability to cultivate any dying plant into a monstrous beauty of overgrowth.

Other: A bit obsessed with sex and likes coffee... a lot. A lot. Btw, the whole having two different eye colors is called Heterchromia. Also has a slight accent, which sounds almost Hispanic or Roman.

pirate smile lolarg ;(