Velask
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Upon a storied and studious look:
Velask is a tall humanoid, looking to be both slender and athletic, though his movements are uncannily graceful for someone that appears to be masculine. While he doesn't sport the impressive spires of a demon archetype or the unruly swagger of a tail behind him like most fiendish types, there is most definitely something off about the man. His comfort in the world around him is bolstered by quiet confidence in any way that he chooses to be perceived. When he isn't whistling, he's humming. When he isn't humming, someone may hear the words to a song drifting from those lips curved upward into an easy smile. His scalp is crowned by a messy sweep of maroon hair that has a faint glint of contrasted pink, often rogue strands falling closer to his eyes if not covering them altogether. And those eyes, what a pair to behold- a particular shade that retain shades between steel gray and cobalt. Piercing, were it not for the stillness of his aura; though they take in each person with an appreciation unspoken. He bears no visible piercings on his face or in his mouth, though his teeth are kept well; each row straight with incisors and canines sharp and uniform to the smile. A perfect bite to leave a lasting mark. Velask's taste in fashion varies- ranging from dark colors to the clash of vibrant hues in combination of pinks and teal, icy whites with evergreen and cascading shades of blue, violet, and indigo. Whatever he may fancy, he challenges the drab and overworked styles common to the lands he travels. But beneath that fasion? Does anyone dare to peek? So, really, what is he? Like any other resident of the area, he is at first glance a traveler. Striding from realm to realm, branch to branch, across dimensions at will in a wanderlust that has him crave curiosities beyond the stars. If Velask was anything of importance, he has no desire of which to reveal that he is. He does not find his specification of importance when he is naught but an observer. Whatever he is, there is one thing that any who come across him can instantly know: He does not belong. Okay, so what's his story? For any who travel as far as he does through realms, the passage of time for each realm is entirely different. If Velask is to account for his own age in accordance with the time of his origin, he would simply smile ever wider toward the inquirer. "Tell me yours, I'll show you mine." He might say, a modicum of mirth and mischief with his words. Velask has yet to find a reason to take pause in his travels. He stays for a time, and then goes. There have been none who have asked him to stay, though he was never chased away. Of all the beings he has encountered, those who were weak became strong and those that were ageless became mortal. He hasn't seen it all, but he wants to. His curiosity is a hunger that cannot be sated, and he would endeavor that it never is. Has he got lights, or preferences? Velask is very open minded toward his peers, and open for communication. Specifically, if something displeases him, he will politely ask that it does not happen a second time and leave should transgressions continue. It would be easier to list a few indefinites that Velask specifically avoids. Typically, the traveler prefers to avoid things that include Velask being a host to parasitic organisms, things that try to kill him, and things that try to control him without his consent. He avoids sexual encounters with feral animals. He prefers to remain clean, so if normal societies do it in a bathroom Velask would ask that the behavior remains there. Additionally, Velask is Velask and the author is not Velask. /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ OOC Notes: I would like to thank you for your patience in viewing, reading, and interacting with my character. I, the author, am tell friendly and do appreciate constructive criticism. Cookies, Kudos, Kisses. |
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| Player: | Badluck |
| Gender (Visually): | Male |
| Race (Visually): | Human |