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He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth – the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a-night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
PARIS AUREN
Libra / 22 / aurveth / truth inducement / cute boy
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth – the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a-night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
PARIS AUREN
Libra / 22 / aurveth / truth inducement / cute boy
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T R U T H . I N D U C E M E N T
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With the brush of his hand, truth spills from his target's lips. Lies and deceit are banished, with only sincere confessions able to be spoken. More than merely encouraging honesty, his touch also compels those in his grasp to respond to queries directed at them, drawing their answers forth with the pull of his power. Stronger than the aura below, it is almost impossible to resist spilling your secrets when in contact with the Libra ruler.
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Around all Libran rulers has been an aura of honesty, where lies stick in actors' throats and the truth spills forth... willingly or otherwise. At its peak, these auras filled the echoing throne-room of their palace, where Libra would sit and pass judgement. Though Paris' range is far smaller, limited to barely further than his fingertips, it will grow as he ages and enable him to sense any lies spoken within his range, whether he can see the speaker or not.
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Extensive use of both touch and aura can tire out the young ruler, especially if used on an individual of strong will and quick cunning. He must also maintain physical contact, given that his aura has yet to fully develop. Against an opponent stronger than himself, such contact could easily put him at a disadvantage. Not to mention that when calling on his power, he himself is restricted to speaking the truth, even though thankfully he is not compelled to answer as his targets are. Finally, while he commands the truth, the target may only answer to the best of their knowledge. If they do not know a truth, but believe something else, that is what Paris will receive in answer.
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☐ │travel, spring, sun showers
☐ │ honesty, sincerity, smiles
☐ │ nail polish, order, music
☐ │ balance, dogs, soft breezes
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☐ │ excess jewellery, chaos
☐ │ ceremonial dress (it's heavy)
☐ │ large crowds, pitch black
☐ │ catching his antlers on things
a new day, a new season
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"he stood with scales,
in his hands,
and retribution
in his eyes"
moral alignment: lawful good
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the judge
Responsibility sits on his shoulders, weighing down the young ruler as easily as the gold dripping from his antlers. He's always been aware of those expectations heaped on him; a young child pulled from the rough and tumble games of his peers to instead learn the laws and histories of Aurveth and its neighbours. He stands tall in his duty, constantly trying to do the right thing for his people and his crown; the shining example of all that Libra stands for. He values truth and the law, following rules and distributing justice as required. Paris is fair in his judgements, but strict in his punishments, believing in the need to balance the scales when a crime has been committed. His word is law, and if his discipline seems harsh to outside eyes, those receiving it know it is only what the scales dictate, what is deserved.
It fills him with satisfaction to see their wrongs atoned for. A deep sense of returning the scales to their correct placement, though balance can often be confused with retribution and his judgement is not always kind.
While he is fair and wise in the punishments he hands out as ruler, in his personal life he appears much more like the inexperienced young adult he is. Socialising has never been his strong point, instead he stands stiff to the side, a glass of non-alcoholic liquid clasped tight in his hand. It is not shyness that prevents him from befriending others, for he has no fear in stating his opinions, but an inability to adapt to social situations he might find himself in. He prefers order and environments he can control, whereas other people's feelings and opinion of him are not so easy to predict. It does not help that he judges the actions of friends and foes alike, rarely making allowances for individuals he claims as friends. Also, those with secrets held close find the threat of his power unsettling. He rarely uses it outside of passing judgements, yet the ingrained belief of the Aurveth people that their rulers can sniff out secrets and pull them from your lips tends to isolate him even more.
The truth can hurt though, a barb that buries itself deep when spoken bluntly. Honesty slips from his lips like words from others, yet he also knows how to twist truths at times, manipulating others who see him as a naive young ruler. They have no reason to distrust the man who is famed for his honesty, right?
Though he strives for balance in all he does, there are times when personal grudges play on his mind. Paris can be stubborn when previously slighted, holding onto past grief and rarely forgetting insults left unchecked. He will and has written polite, yet firm letters informing offenders of their owed debt. He is forthright when admitting his own faults, so believes others should just as freely admit when they are in the wrong and compensate for the hurt caused. When this doesn't happen, he will doggedly follow said person until the harm has been erased. Letting go and relaxing, does not come easy. Few have seen his care-free side, where tense shoulders relax and he speaks without passing his thoughts through several filters. He yearns for the freedom of a simple life, or of running off to adventure, but duty to his crown always prevents such hasty actions, as well as a fear of the unknown.
It fills him with satisfaction to see their wrongs atoned for. A deep sense of returning the scales to their correct placement, though balance can often be confused with retribution and his judgement is not always kind.
While he is fair and wise in the punishments he hands out as ruler, in his personal life he appears much more like the inexperienced young adult he is. Socialising has never been his strong point, instead he stands stiff to the side, a glass of non-alcoholic liquid clasped tight in his hand. It is not shyness that prevents him from befriending others, for he has no fear in stating his opinions, but an inability to adapt to social situations he might find himself in. He prefers order and environments he can control, whereas other people's feelings and opinion of him are not so easy to predict. It does not help that he judges the actions of friends and foes alike, rarely making allowances for individuals he claims as friends. Also, those with secrets held close find the threat of his power unsettling. He rarely uses it outside of passing judgements, yet the ingrained belief of the Aurveth people that their rulers can sniff out secrets and pull them from your lips tends to isolate him even more.
The truth can hurt though, a barb that buries itself deep when spoken bluntly. Honesty slips from his lips like words from others, yet he also knows how to twist truths at times, manipulating others who see him as a naive young ruler. They have no reason to distrust the man who is famed for his honesty, right?
Though he strives for balance in all he does, there are times when personal grudges play on his mind. Paris can be stubborn when previously slighted, holding onto past grief and rarely forgetting insults left unchecked. He will and has written polite, yet firm letters informing offenders of their owed debt. He is forthright when admitting his own faults, so believes others should just as freely admit when they are in the wrong and compensate for the hurt caused. When this doesn't happen, he will doggedly follow said person until the harm has been erased. Letting go and relaxing, does not come easy. Few have seen his care-free side, where tense shoulders relax and he speaks without passing his thoughts through several filters. He yearns for the freedom of a simple life, or of running off to adventure, but duty to his crown always prevents such hasty actions, as well as a fear of the unknown.
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Music / he plays the piano with some success, enjoying the order of the music but also the freedom the instrument allows. xxArmed combat / swords flow like extra limbs when in his hands, thanks to a natural inclination and years of training. Of course, most of the swords he wears are purely ceremonial. xxOrganised / in most aspects of his life, Paris prefers order. His room is never overrun with clothes, his belongings and work instead laid exactly where they're supposed to be.
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Stiff / where some rulers coo and flatter with ease, Paris stands in awkward silence. A statue, the nice ones have called him, while the sharper suggest a stick holds him in place. xxInflexible / changing plans need changing strategies, at least Paris believes so. He's not adapt at spontaneous adventure even if he wishes otherwise. xxstreet fighting / a duel with rules and honour is where Paris excels, not in fighting that relies on being unpredictable and breaking rules.
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his handwriting is exceptional | he frequently writes letters to his friends abroad, and pens important letters of state - including declarations of debt owed | he wears gold nail polish that matches his clothes | he's actually 5'11" but his shoes usually add an inch | he gets grumpy when his antlers are close to shedding | gets a thrill in telling lies | wonders what it would be like to be hunted | he'll deny it, but he has a sweet tooth | writes music when he's stressed | he has never consumed alcohol | would never cheat in a board game
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Brief it seemed, the period Paris might consider childhood. He was barely old enough to walk before the pressures of his future were being heaped upon his small shoulders. A young child with sprouts for antlers being told to judge wisely, hide emotions, and hold himself like a king. His parents' inability to sire more heirs meant the crown would inevitably fall to Paris, and so he was moulded to be the perfect representation of Libra and kept from that which might harm him.
It was a lonely upbringing, with selected servants and guests the only ones to act as passing friends. As he aged the chance to travel presented it itself, an opportunity quickly shadowed by the constant presence of guards and his own stiff aura. How he wished he could push the golden jacket from his shoulders and run with the other children, but no, his duty came first.
Too soon the crown came to him, barely an adult, yet in two years he has distinguished himself as firm and fair. His parents would be proud, though perhaps that would change if they knew the seeds of doubt planted in the depths of his mind. He wears the heavy chains of a king, but is the power really his and even if it were, wouldn't he rather be free?
It was a lonely upbringing, with selected servants and guests the only ones to act as passing friends. As he aged the chance to travel presented it itself, an opportunity quickly shadowed by the constant presence of guards and his own stiff aura. How he wished he could push the golden jacket from his shoulders and run with the other children, but no, his duty came first.
Too soon the crown came to him, barely an adult, yet in two years he has distinguished himself as firm and fair. His parents would be proud, though perhaps that would change if they knew the seeds of doubt planted in the depths of his mind. He wears the heavy chains of a king, but is the power really his and even if it were, wouldn't he rather be free?