Xeiz Feine
Birth Name: C’eiz (Ka-ey-sz)
Alias: Feine, Reaper, Wolf, Kaiz, Skycat, Raziel
Gender: Male
Race & Clan: Miqo'te, Seeker of the Sun
Age: 24 (Visually), 28 (Actual)
Status: Deceased (Ashkin)
Height 5 fulms, 8 ilms
Physique: Athletic, Toned
Nameday: 4th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon
Birth Place: Southern Thanalan, Sagolii Desert
Citizenship: Ishgardian
Residence: Coerthan manor (Primary), City-wide suites
Marital Status: Single
Job: Owner of the Danse Macabre, a multivenue theatre
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Feine leads a double-life.
He’s got something of an alter-ego thing going on. Kinda like Bruce Fayne Wayne/Batman or Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde! Except he’s not typically the hero in anyone’s story, especially not his own; it’s pretty hard to do that when he’s a certified sociopath. The truth is, Feine’s basically the bad guy—he murders and eats people, which about sums up most first impressions of The Reaper.
However! Meeting his alter-ego, who honestly just goes by Feine and sometimes Wolf, might completely change the tone of an RP. Wolf’s the façade: “A genius, gillionaire philanthropist” like someone at Marvel sorta once said. Society sees only the charitable side of Feine and you’re sure to find him at the VIP booth of any fundraiser and formal. He’s even funded his own orphanage... since some of those orphans might’ve been Reaper’s doing.
Whoops.
Reproachful and flippant, Reaper is often revered from afar. There is no warmth within an undead vessel, no kindness left to nurture. Betrayal has etched itself deeply into an unbeating heart bereft of compassion and humanity. Where once a select few could be called upon as trusted, there remains no hope within a soul made wretched and distrustful. People are regarded with an unrepentant demeanor; little more than cattle to be herded until an immoral hunger stirs and demands of Reaper inhumane sustenance. Many are those received with blatant derision and eloquent witticism, as though the plight of mortals is of no importance or credence. This usually alludes to the misconception that he is egotistical, but it is simply hatred for the world that has wrought such uncouth wariness.
Those unfortunate to pique this creature’s interest will only find cryptic companionship. Not unlike the umbral element that he reigns, Reaper oftentimes secludes himself and is prone to wanderlust. You will find no sympathy in him—and friendship is but a dream that which he has woken from. Where once his loyalty was incorruptible and unconditional, circumstance and fate have rebirthed a monster through their cruelty. Thus, Reaper endeavors only to return the favor.
He is a creature woven of lithe athleticism and elegant prowess, with a physique that conveys no less. Faceted by honed and agile muscle, with several discrete scars scattered along a taut torso. One particularly noticeable scar sits diagonal between a pale brow and shockingly vibrant eyes. Droplets of peridot and turquoise framed by sooty sclerae, and the silken descent of an alabaster mane. Contrast to a snowy allure are also naturally black pigmented nails kept neatly trimmed, and ebon tattoos along the rightmost half of his body. He moves with a practiced and consciously soundless stride where permitted by terrain, and is oftentimes described as prowling. Everything about Reaper bespeaks of a languid albeit confident feline, one that can be misleadingly complacent upon first glance. Do not forget that you’re in the presence of a monster and when provoked appearances can be most deceiving.
Rarely are the occasions worn without a whimsically fanged bandana secured over the bridge of a straight nose and lean jawline, an article that obscures the Reaper’s identity.
Take the monster away... and you have a noble albeit idealistic philanthropist. Few would fathom the murderer hidden behind a demure façade; to the populace this enigmatic though revered gentleman is known only as Feine du Noir, the Wolf. Endearingly nicknamed after his public debut guised behind the skeletal mask of a wolf.
The Wolf made his first and foremost appearance during a masquerade hosted within the hallowed halls of Ishgard, a night many remember for the death of its gracious host. Beyond a presumably inherited wealth there is little else known about Feine, who took it upon himself to compose an alter-ego in an effort to mingle with the unsuspecting sheep. Since his debut he’s donated funds for many purposes and establishments, but among the most notable and heartwarming was the restoration of a once debilitated orphanage located just beyond the city proper of Ishgard. Of which is visited frequently in an effort to help the children that have come to adore his companionship. Any spare time spent away from the orphanage and attending formals will find Feine immersed in performing arts. Overseeing auditions, playwrights and manuscripts for his multivenue theatre, The Danse Macabre.
Of touchable midnight cascade tresses oftentimes slicked back, fringe irrepressibly ladled upon subtly tanned features. This leonine is possessed of a careful and silent gait that belies an intrinsic predator. Chaste of fashion, sleeves are often worn long and vests personally tailored. Adroitly muscled and regal of posture, he stands eight-ilms over five-fulms and wears a quiet intensity. Debonair would be the word to describe this mysterious creature of practiced pleasantries; tenor a caress of steel oft laced in soothing velvet.
Never is Monsiuer Noir seen without an emblematic and sterling ring etched with the symbol of a wolf.
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