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H U M A N . A L I A S // Aidan Machlery
N I C K N A M E / S // kay | a typical shortening of his fae name
shinach | means 'sly bastard', and he gets called it as often as he does his real name
A G E // two hundred and sixty four"And still gorgeous."
C O U R T // unseelie
N A T I O N A L I T Y // irish
S E X U A L I T Y // pansexual | panromantic
D I A L O G U E . C O L O U R //#882040
T H O U G H T . C O L O U R //
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Caolan is a rare concoction, a fae hybrid crossed between a male kobalo and a female oracle. A kobalo is a notoriously promiscuous and mischievous fae with the ability to mimic the appearance and voice of another, to the point of perfect replication. They are infamously sticky-fingered, and are known to enjoy meddling in human affairs. Oracles, on the other hand, are extremely rare, and have the power to glimpse into the past, present, and future. They extract truths through physical intimacy, kissing being the most common method.
Being born of two separate species has resulted in add odd concoction of abilities, along with muted aspects that, when present in his parents genes, were prominent. Such is the way of his precognitive powers. His mother had been able to read the future like a wavering text, with certain sentences blurring, prone to change. She'd been able to foretell events before they occurred, and could read the emotions of those around her, all of her companions open books to her scholar. Caolán, on the other hand, has a far less straightforward, and considerably less useful level of this. Occasionally, his dreams will become occupied by a future event, but it will always be only a possible outcome, one among many. And even then, there is rarely anything he can do to pursue it, as these visions, upon their rare appearance, are generally vague as hell, and practically impossible to interpret effectively. Otherwise, he is generally aware of the future through moods. When negative events are going to occur, be it in a day, a week, or a month, the fae will often find himself struck with bouts of 'low'. Depression can strike him and leave him in an aching state of unexplained melancholy. On the other hand, if something truly euphoric is possibly going to occur, Caolán experiences soaring highs. Basically, his mother passed onto him precognitive bipolar disorder. And to make things even more frustrating, these future-telling mood swings rarely foretell what he expects. If engaging in gambling, and Caolán is struck by intense joy, there is no certainty that he's set to be dealt a winning hand; he may very well be predicting his own loss from his opponent's point of view.
As for what he gained from his father, he was granted with a less impressive but similar set of abilities to a regular kobalo. He can shift his physical form to replicate fae, or humans. However, keeping another's form heavily drains his energy, and if he keeps up a particularly difficult persona for too long, he'll shift back into his usual form. He also cannot replicate the abilities of those he 'copies', although he can alter his voice.
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as far as appearances go, Caolan could be considerably worse off. He is by no means the pinnacle of western-defined handsomeness, but he does fall into a category that most would deem attractive. His frame is slender as opposed to the heavy-set form that many male fae opt for. His limbs are slim and birch-like, and his height is tall without being towering, at about 5'8". His complexion is fair, a commonplace shade amongst the Irish folk, in a country that doesn't receive much 'tanning' weather. His face is rather angular, with high cheekbones that protrude ever so slightly on either side of his face, beneath his eye line. His upper lip and chin are usually adorned by a neat, dark goatee, although he abandons this facial feature every now and then for the sake of a change, as his kind are known to like. His eyes are rarely seen without a shadowy framing of kohl, and beneath his thick, straight brows, his eyes are a murky green. His vain streak is shown most prominently through his hair, which he loves and cherishes. Honestly, shaving his head could very well be one of the cruelest methods of torture as far as Caolan is concerned. It is thick and dark, with a natural curl to it that, when left to its own devices, turns the locks into a bundle of black, uncontrollable tangles. His hair is usually styled in a slightly retro manner, with the sides kept sleeked flat against his skull, whilst the curls that cover the top of his cranium are left to stand wild and wavy.
F A E . A P P E A R A N C E
The Oracle side of Caolan keeps his fae form from appearing too much different from his human form, although there are indeed a few rather obvious alterations when he appears 'full fae'. For one thing, his fair complexion darkens, adjusting shades to an inkier magenta, as a coating of reptilian scales ladder his flesh. His pupils adjust to slits, whilst the kohl shadows around his eyes become natural aspects of his appearance. His teeth sharpen slightly, and his ears stretch into sharp points. His nails become triangular claws, and his entire aura seems to fade into something more elegant and graceful. Nothing like the oddity that traipses around when in human form. Strangely, his hair tends to remain in its retro-esque style, which entices the occasional jeering, although Caolan is in fact pleased.
S T Y L E
Caolan dresses with a definite eccentricity that tends to keep him from fitting in with the human crowds even when he is in his human form. He makes clear his favourite of the human eras through his choice of attire, which usually consists of the 80's, rockabilly-esque. On the other hand, he has a soft spot for more eccentric styles, with plenty of wild patterns and over-the-top accessories. A variety of colors, especially black, with leather, metal, and denim are perennially included in whatever he chooses to wear, either altogether or one at a time. x x x x x x x
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There is no doubt that feelings towards Caolán tend to be somewhat polarizing; one either enjoys him immensely, or loathes him completely. The majority probably fall into the latter category, not that he could care less. He isn't hated for his maliciousness, and he really is no villain, he is simply a figure with very few likable qualities. He is a fae that holds his own happiness, comfort, and welfare above everything else; his utmost priority. He will surely run from a battle when he feels his life may come to an end otherwise, and use his silver tongue to manipulate and fool when he finds himself in a tough spot. He is not an honorable fae, and like most other Unseelie, sees honor as a rather pitiful thing. Something detrimental to success. He is aware of his cowardliness, and his position as a bit of an opprobrium. And he shrugs it off. Because where many others have become blood and dust, protecting their beloved honor, he has remained, whole and alive. He lets them hate, buoyed by the knowledge that he'll still be alive and kicking when his fellow Seelies' gloried stories are written down in history books.
But Caolán is not without a small number of more pleasant attributes, the most notable being his clever wit and humor. The fae has an impressive talent for causing laughter to spill from another's lips, to break the ice with comedy and quips, and generally lighten the mood. This being said, there are many that claim him to never take anything seriously, resulting in ill-timed jests and humor a tad too dark for comfort. They aren't entirely incorrect. He does not really have an off switch, and enjoys pushing buttons and pulling strings, and finds a source of entertainment through the rises he entices. The short-tempered and humorless with rarely be able to spend any time with him without at some point wanting to strangle him, and he can't say he blames them, because he feels exactly the same way.
Nonetheless, his sense of humor has helped to make him popular among such places as those serving alcohol; when the senses are dulled, humor shifts in priority, and suddenly a man's honorable traits (or lack thereof) become less noticeable. Or, at least, that is what Caolán has picked up from his considerably large amount of time spent in such establishments. Perhaps the company is just more similar in character to him, and thus a bit less judgmental. Which is perhaps another one of his more likable traits. Despite his mocking tendencies, he is by no means censorious towards others, and prefers not to judge character through appearance or reputation. He finds such acts of condemnation without reason inexcusable. He is oddly sympathetic when it comes to the outcasts and 'freaks' of the fae world, and can act rather brotherly around such individuals. A bitchy, satire-driven brother, but a brother nonetheless.
Despite oft acting as though he could not care less about anyone or anything other than his own, 'flawless' self, this is more a form of self preservation that self obsession. He is completely aware of his cowardice, and thus he paints over it with a devil-may-care attitude and bouts of sarcasm. His armor is so carefully crafted to look like a simple case of a immature and eccentric personality that its presence is seldom suspected.
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Caolan is rather obviously vain, and so it should surprise no one that he is especially fond of himself. He is a loud and social individual, and thus feels most content when attending social gatherings. Although he gets drunk far less easily than humans do, he makes a point of drinking an excessive amount; at least enough to make him tipsy. It is both the drunkenness and the flavor of alcohol that drive him to do this, and he is especially fond of whisky and gin. One particularly easy and simplistic way to keep his infuriating, moodswing-making powers at bay is by smoking, which helps to dull his senses much like alcohol does. Fortunately, fae don't get lung cancer, and his physical features do not seem to be easily affected by the cigarette's other unpleasant side effects, which means his habit won't kill him. He is a lustful fae, and so sex is rather high thing on his list of hobbies, although he is hardly quite so adoring of the emotional attachment that can sometimes come with it. He enjoys laughing, and humor is something he appreciates in anyone, be they Seelie or Unseelie. Despite not being the best example himself, he admires kindness and honesty in others, as well as wit.
D I S L I K E S
despite his many shortcoming, no one can doubt that Caolan is a rather accepting fae, and not the sort to hate or loathe without reason. That being said, he's only fae, and even he has things that he'd rather the world be without. Such includes but is not limited to pretentiousness, being told what to do, the color pink, florals, dogs, formal occasions, and the taste of lemon. He is completely unapologetic about his flaws, but that doesn't mean that he cares for them to be read out loud, and although he may seem completely absent of true dignity, he in no way desires insults.
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Caolan is prone to talking to himself, especially when he is wound up or troubled. He will even argue with himself, verbally showing how torn up he is over a particular decision. He cannot sit still without fidgeting, and makes whatever is in front of him into a toy in order to sate his boredom. He has a very short attention span, and sings and hums to himself when he is in a good mood. The singing tends to be pretty rubbish.
although perhaps not the most admirable ability, Caolan has always been a talented liar, with a helpful knack for thinking on his feet and making up excuses in order to get out of difficult situations. He can be quite charismatic at times, although that certainly falls flat once his personality becomes more clear. He has a clever wit and is humorous enough to get on the good side of some. Of course, humor will only get one so far. His confidence helps drive him to do things others would not, for sake of damaging their pride upon defeat or failure. His unapologetic manner means that he is able to persist and act without feeling self conscious or embarrassed. His social nature has also resulted in him becoming very streetwise and savvy in terms of the 'underground' life of fae; learned in the goings on of fae life beneath all the formalities and politics.
there is no doubt about it, Caolan is a wimp. His tongue might be serrated, but his cowardice is sure to kick in before any sort of aggression does, and he'll run rather than fight, any day of the week. This is also due to his lack of physical strength. To put it simply, he's no Rocky. His vain and snarky nature has helped him to accumulated a number of foes, and his lack of loyalty or honor has helped to ensure that the few friends he has are valuable but exactly that; few. He is also allergic to dogs.
death is a certain, unstoppable occurrence, even for fae, but that doesn't stop Caolan from preventing it for as long as possible. Large dogs also freak him out.
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an oracle and a kobalo aren't exactly the most quintessential of fae couplings, considering their differing natures. Whereas oracles are renowned for the sibylline dispositions, a reticent kobalo is practically unprecedented. And thus it should shock few to hear that Caolan's parents' relationship was not one built on mutual adoration and a shared devotion. It was a fleeting affair, driven by reciprocal lust and little else. Caolan's father was gone long before his mother was aware she was pregnant, and Caolan's mother chose to keep and raise the child on her own. Caolan still isn't sure why. Perhaps it was due to her age, and the fact that although they retain their youthful faces, oracles have a rather short lifespan in comparison to most other fae. Perhaps an odd, maternal instinct kicked in when she realized that she was expecting a baby. Whatever it was that made her choose to keep the child, it proved to be a fatal influence. It's strange, really, that a fae gifted with the ability to see into the future did not sense her own tragic end.
Caolan's mother died in childbirth, and as a result, he was taken in by his mother's elder sister and her husband. His aunt was of the bitter variety, and she had not gotten on well with her younger, more frivolous sister. Whereas Caolan's mother, Aifric, had been pretty and popular, his aunt, Damhnait, had been born with a burn-like birthmark that covered half her face. Of course, in a world where perfection and beauty were the height of priority, this deftly resulted in her being cast aside in favour of her physically lovelier sibling. She took in her sister's child out of duty, but made clear her disdain of the boy and nearly every given opportunity. Her husband, Declan, a jumbee, was considerably kinder, and acted as a father in the place of Caolan's absent one.
Caolan grew up a troublemaker of a child, a popular target for bullies, taunting and talking back enough to entice brutal beatings. However, he left the small glen at sixteen, deciding that it was not where he belonged, and was for too boring for him to remain a part of.
Roinnte, Ireland, 1767.
Roinnte proved to be a place far more suited to Caolan's interests. He was part kobalo, after all. He needed noise. Excitement. Drama. Three things that his old home had refused to yield. His first night in Roinnte was spent in the bed of an older succubus. He really was his father's son.
Roinnte, Ireland, 1771.
By this point, Caolan had made his mark on the city. He'd casanova'd his way through varying ladies and gentlemen, stirring loathing in the hearts of the former's husbands and the latter's wives. He began learning about what would soon become a favourite hobby; gambling.
Roinnte, Ireland, 1780.
It was this year that Caolan made the mistake of getting on the wrong side of a lone redcap. His first near death experience, beaten bloody and threatened with a blade before making a narrow escape, took a toll on him, and suddenly he realized just how valuable his life was to him. He'd make a point of not risking it in future.
Roinnte, Ireland, 2015.
The past couple centuries had had their share of annoyances, but pleasure and entertainment had always been an available salve. He'd enjoyed influencing and watching both human and fae dramas take place, mocking the over-the-top prestige of the Seelie Court from the comfort of his own Unseelie territory.
But then the territories started to blur together, and Caolan found himself involved in far more drama than he's ever cared for. A war, after all, is pretty dam dramatic.
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