“ＯＮＥ ＯＦ ＭＹ ＭＡＩＮ ＲＥＧＲＥＴＳ ＩＮ ＬＩＦＥ ＩＳ ＧＩＶＩＮＧ ＣＯＮＳＩＤＥＲＡＢＬＥ ＴＨＯＵＧＨＴ ＴＯ
ＩＮＣＯＮＳＩＤＥＲＡＴＥ ＰＥＯＰＬＥ.”
ＩＮＣＯＮＳＩＤＥＲＡＴＥ ＰＥＯＰＬＥ.”
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ＦＵＬＬ ＮＡＭＥ
- Auriel Hawthorne
ＮＩＣＫＮＡＭＥ(Ｓ)
- "People tend to have a nasty habit of assigning nicknames to me instead of asking my name like any civilized person, but occasionally I like to go by Thorne, nothing more, nothing less.
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- "Assuredly Male"
ＡＧＥ
- "23, there's probably a record out there of the youngest Outcasts banished to the Outlands. I'd like to think I'm on that list."
ＳＥＸＵＡＬＩＴＹ
- Bi-Romantic Asexual, I have yet to find any particular sexual urge towards either gender, the act doesn't appeal to me, but then again that could always change. Anyhow, I don't mind either genders as far as intimacy is concerned, though I'm usually never in the mood for relationships.
“ＷＨＹ ＤＯＥＳ ＭＡＮ ＫＩＬＬ? ＨＥ ＫＩＬＬＳ ＦＯＲ ＦＯＯＤ. ＡＮＤ ＮＯＴ ＯＮＬＹ ＦＯＯＤ: ＦＲＥＱＵＥＮＴＬＹ
ＴＨＥＲＥ ＭＵＳＴ ＢＥ Ａ ＢＥＶＥＲＡＧＥ.”
ＴＨＥＲＥ ＭＵＳＴ ＢＥ Ａ ＢＥＶＥＲＡＧＥ.”
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ＨＥＩＧＨＴ
- 6'2
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- 183lbs
ＨＡＩＲ ＣＯＬＯＲ
- A swarthy black
ＥＹＥ ＣＯＬＯＲ
- A Piercing Sapphire
ＳＫＩＮ ＴＯＮＥ
- Pale toned
ＧＥＮＥＲＡＬ ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ
- Broad shoulders, and a toned body, Auriel is at the peak of his physical capabilities at his age, his body is evidence to years of training and fine tuning each of his senses to the arduous world he was born into. At first, his stature seems intimidating to others, as if he is always poised to attack should he need it, even when relaxed he seems to have an air of distinct wariness around him, at the same time he seems to be the master of deceitful gestures for one can never be too careful. Other than his body, Auriel is marked for having rather pale skin, pale enough to see the numerous veins running down his forearms, and just how easy bruises tend to appear on this very same skin. His complexion is in total contrast to his hair, which is a unmistakable Ebony, so tenebrous is the strands on his head, that not even sunlight can penetrate the roots to reveal perhaps a lighter shade, instead at times it seems to glow blue in somber lights like the moon, or a glowing neon. To top it all off, his eyes are a fiery Sapphire, a hue that seems to glow fervently in the darkness and when he brings his focus on objects. In his daily routine, Thorne dresses somewhat formal for someone his age, he's never been fashionable and as such his hair tends to stick in every which way, and his clothing is typically simple and inoffensive in any way, he gives off the impression that he'd rather keep it that way.
“Ａ ＣＯＷＡＲＤ'Ｓ ＧＵＮ ＩＳ ＥＭＰＴＩＥＤ ＷＨＥＮ ＦＥＡＲ ＰＵＬＬＳ ＴＨＥ ＴＲＩＧＧＥＲ, ＡＮＤ ＨＡＴＥ ＩＳ
ＴＨＥ ＡＭＭＵＮＩＴＩＯＮ ＯＦ ＣＨＯＩＣＥ.”
ＴＨＥ ＡＭＭＵＮＩＴＩＯＮ ＯＦ ＣＨＯＩＣＥ.”
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ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ
- Stoic would be the first word someone would use to describe Auriel, he can sometimes be intimidatingly silent for someone so tall and brawny, at the same time he can seem like a menace to the people who misinterpret his facial expressions and actions, though in reality, Auriel just tends to have a hard time being personable with others, it is easier for him to have people see him a certain way than go out of his way to change that impression. He's lazy, at least when it comes to things that completely disinterest him, and he can be unabashedly selfish, he's grown up with the idea that what's his will stay his, and can only be another's if he permits it, which of course is rarely. Those who aren't intimidated by Auriel tend to think of him as something of a blank slate, but the truth is that he can be a clever, sarcastic little deviant. He tends to emanate a certain cynicism about the world and others, but it only goes as deep as his love for dark, sardonic humor. He's someone who revels at the irony of particular events, and avoids funerals, to instead laugh at how foolish the dead act when alive.
He's got a twisted sense of humor about things, and can be a cocky asshole at his worst times, especially behind a weapon. His most important attribute is his loyalty, and pure determination. He is the type of person who despite staring into the abyss from time to time, is always searching for the light in others and himself, he is respectful to others, polite even at times, and further more hardworking, and philosophical. He is intensely curious about the world around him, and is always searching for answers. Auriel is the type of person who is prone to bouts of anger that tend to leave as quickly as they come, behind this though, the type of life he led before being banished has lent him the ability to hide his emotions and motives expertly meaning that he is not at all easy for others to read, or simple minded in any sense. His most prominent problem is his inability to share his emotions and to let others become closer to him, as such he is someone who remains an enigma even to anybody who's dared to come closer, suffice it to say this has probably led to many a failed relationship due to his elusiveness, sometimes he wonders if he'll ever change.
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- Cigarettes: "For me there's nothing better than a good ol swig every once in a while, I told some friends I'd stop one day, but the first time I ever took a hit I swear I was hooked. Luckily for other people I only like to smoke alone, that way I have less people blathering in my ear about how unhealthy it is. Fuck off man, I don't tell you how unhealthy that piece of steak you're about to gobble down is. At least I'll be my own killer, if you know what I mean."
Pizza: "Every once in a while I can find some pizza, and every once in a while I like to make it a special occasion, food in general doesn't interest me, but there's something about that doughy goodness that keeps me coming back and craving for more. It is just me or do I get addicted to a lot of things?"
Martial Arts: "My hands have only ever really known how to fight, I'm not good at math, I'm no eloquent writer or artist, but I do know how to put these hands on someone and take them down. In a sense, I like to think man was really meant to fight and kill, that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the arts or sciences though. They just aren't for me."
Knives:"There's something about Knives that make everything seem so personal. It's different from a gun you know, I always felt like I really understood what it meant to have someone's life in the palm of your hand every time I held and used a knife. Guns feel too easy, too impersonal, and cold, and while knives may be messy they have a certain power that's just.....enticing-to me at least..."
Novels:"I don't like talking too much, my jaw gets bored, but I can lose myself for hours in a good novel, and it's a nice way to pass the time. In fact I have two whole bookshelves full of the stuff I read occasionally."
Animals:"Most people don't know this...but I have a few small pets of my own, and sometimes I save injured animals and nurse them back to health, sounds completely out of character for me I suppose, though I like animals a little better than humans, they don't ask too many questions."
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- Ignorance: "Nothing gets my blood boiling more than someone who can't take a hint or accept that they're wrong, there have been too many mistakes in this world cause of that, and I'm not the type of guy to put up with that shit."
Idealism: "A Philosophy for those who haven't seen the true face of the world, nothing changes about the human condition, and people shouldn't be restricted by a certain set of guidelines made by whomever. It's a get busy living, or a get busy dying type of world, enough with looking at the greener side of grass."
Rain: "I'm like a cat, I hate getting wet unless I have the intention to.
Strawberries: "I'm allergic..."
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- Observant: If anything, before he could ever think of conquering others with his physical skills, Auriel has always had very keen senses, more potent than most people due to his harsh upbringing, his use of these senses are nothing but pure intuition.
Martial Arts: Before even having the chance to touch a weapon, he learned to use his body as one first, he trains nearly everyday to ensure that the blades that have become his limbs stay sharpened.
Combat (In general): He can utilize weapons just as well as he can his body, and while knives may be a personal favorite for him with it's devastating carnage, do not mistake his skill behind a gun either, as speed may sometimes be the most favorable when it comes to battles.
Quick Leaner: It is exceptionally easy for him to pick up new skills given the right amount of time, factored in with his laziness though means that he tends not to go out of his way to learn things he thinks has no use to him.
Cooking: While he may not enjoy eating as an activity, Auriel is a decent chef of sorts.
ＦＬＡＷＳ
- Forgetful: Auriel does not have the best memory and can sometimes forget things told to him seconds ago only to frustratingly ask the person again, as such he tends to keep a notepad on his to keep track of things he may need to remember later, or things he knows he's more than likely going to forget eventually.
Brash: Given enough time, and if enough people are annoying him (or if he's drunk), Auriel may not give any care to what he says to someone. Anything to keep them far away from him.
Irresponsibly Lazy: He has a difficult time cleaning up after himself, or caring about errands others send him unless they've paid him money to do so.
Selfish: He is not someone who enjoys sharing out of the good will of his heart or anything, neither does he have time to be selfless in any circumstance, rather he'd want other people to act like some stereotypical goody two shoes.
Easily Angered: While he may seem to be rather composed, when the anger does leak out from him it is almost like a dormant volcano impatiently spilling all over, fortunately he can cool off just as easy as he gets angered.
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- The AfterLife: For a man who has seen death of all forms, it is not death that frightens him the most, he knows that such a thing will occur eventually, but rather it is the white light afterwards, the stripping of your soul from the empty vessel known as the body. Befitting for such a wretched species that they know nothing of what happens to them in the very end of ends. Auriel contemplates that there must be a place of eternal suffering for him, it's the type of stuff that keeps his bed damp with his own sweat, and his blue eyes darting in the darkness of his room at night
Intimacy (Love?): He's not sure what to call it, but the idea of someone knowing all his secrets, someone able to see through him so easily scares him so much that he'd rather be alone. It's a wonder how'd he even end up in a relationship in the first place, and it's no surprise that those people leave him when they find an impenetrable wall deeper than any comfort can fix.
“ＳＣＡＲＳ ＨＡＶＥ ＴＨＥ ＳＴＲＡＮＧＥ ＰＯＷＥＲ ＴＯ ＲＥＭＩＮＤ ＵＳ ＴＨＡＴ ＯＵＲ ＰＡＳＴ ＩＳ ＲＥＡＬ.”
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- "All and every connection to me in that city should be all but dead, deceased, discarded. I walk alone in this life, with no blood relation to anyone."
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- An assassin, maybe even a murderer, it's what Auriel was destined to be the moment he took revenge for his parents death. However many years ago it might have been makes no difference to the young man, he can only remember being young and only having a relative view of his parents, they weren't very affectionate for perhaps his tastes, but they kept him safe, warm at night, with a nice warm meal in his belly nearly everyday. What exactly caused his own parents death is not entirely known to him, his guess was some kind of debt his father or mother owed considering they worked tirelessly to keep themselves afloat, whatever pittance they owed was enough to send their murderers into something of a spell, and while they were able to hide their only son away, safe from the carnage, their lives would be extinguished, like a cigarette thrown into the rain. A crafty boy like Auriel was able to escape from harm luckily, if anything the one thing his parent would have wanted to protect, even as the fire their debtors spread around their small house was engulfed in flames, and in that moment something had clutched Auriel's heart, something that he could not reason with, he would find that even the morality of such a decision could not stop him from seeking total and utter revenge.
At the young age of 10, he cast aside his childhood, and dove into the underground of the city he lived in, he studied constantly under people any normal citizen would consider a detriment to society, each person taught him something new about his body and his actions that he could have never anticipated before, he found himself lost in the ideals of these criminals, though he never once thought of himself as one of them, not until someone offered him a job he couldn't refuse. He might have been 14 or so when he first assassinated his first victim, someone completely unrelated to him or his goals, and yet the money paid to him was enough to buy him more weapons, and better teachers. He never declined a job that at least paid enough, and with each kill he found it far easier to cover his trails, his life in the streets and his contacts made sure that his success was guaranteed. The leap from hitman to the protege of one of the country's general's was quick, the general himself was as corrupt as the criminals Auriel grew up with and as such many of his jobs came from this man who trusted his blade and his gun. Soon he wasn't just assassinating petty scum, and random civilians, politicians were next in line as this general had it in mind to climb the ranks one way or another. None of that mattered to Auriel, as he found himself closer and closer to the men who killed his parents, perhaps his biggest mistake was sharing this information with the General, who through his own duplicitous nature; made it seem like he was there to encourage Auriel to go through with what was essentially multiple murders. Unfortunately, it was high time the General disposed of his connection to the assassinations occurring around the capital.
When his supposed protege struck against the men who killed his parents, now nothing but bums scrambling for quarters in the streets years later, he was....to put it simply malicious. It was less of a killing than it was a torturing, a true monster had been unsheathed inside him, the clutch it had on his heart years ago turned it black, and when the day of his revenge finally ended, the soldiers that came to arrest him were petrified by the smile etched on his face as he sat peaceful in the room in which he killed mercilessly. It was only then he realized how willing he was to sacrifice his life, how ready he was to let go now that the shadow over his heart had dissipated. Instead of being vengeful towards the General who had betrayed him, he was solaced by the fact that his life would end soon, he felt his purpose had been completed now that those who wronged him long ago were now dead. Surprise came his way when instead of being executed, a banishment was in order, as his contributions as the Generals protege, and the fact that he disposed of even dangerous members of society was enough to garner a pardon like that. At 16 he was cast out into the Outlands, perhaps never to be seen again.
For a time, Auriel was prepared to take his life, he found letting some mutated beast take it was not something that suited a person like him. It was only by chance that he happened to come across the city that outcasts like him built, and maybe he saw something in those people that gave him the will to continue living, for whatever reasons, he stills lives years later, but struggles to come up with a reason for his own existence.
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ⒸⓄⓅⓎⓇⒾⒼⒽⓉ ⓌⒶⓇⓃⒾⓃⒼ
Character Sheet by © Masquerade (Skye)
Character Sheet by © Masquerade (Skye)
t was with a whisper that Queen Demetria's life took a turn for it's worst. After the jury had claimed she was guilty she had been taken to a prison cell where the guards despite having served her for more than three years treated her as if she was but a lowly thief. The contempt in their hearts was pathetic. The kingdom would surely fall without her guidance, and with how corrupt everyone in parliament was Aliea gave them three months at best before a revolution was in store. 
