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<font style="color: #000; letter-spacing: 0em;">Ael stands tall around 6'3", broad-shouldered with a strong and sturdy form, well-sculpted with muscle thanks to a strict regime of training and work, though it is beginning to fade and give way to a more wiry musculature after moons of inactivity. In fact, if one were to catch him not fully clothed, he appears quite malnourished, very thin and lacking any healthy amount of body fat, as well as covered in scars that appear to be from likely near fatal wounds, clear indicators of where his own bones have been broken and jutted out of his skin. His left eye, forehead, and nearly the entire left side of his face are covered in bandages, though along his jaw where the bandages have ended and his skin is visible runs a long, thick, jagged scar that looks far too old to be reason for the bandaging. Several fresher scars mar his face, but are not quite as severe. | <font style="color: #000; letter-spacing: 0em;">Ael stands tall around 6'3", broad-shouldered with a strong and sturdy form, well-sculpted with muscle thanks to a strict regime of training and work, though it is beginning to fade and give way to a more wiry musculature after moons of inactivity. In fact, if one were to catch him not fully clothed, he appears quite malnourished, very thin and lacking any healthy amount of body fat, as well as covered in scars that appear to be from likely near fatal wounds, clear indicators of where his own bones have been broken and jutted out of his skin. His left eye, forehead, and nearly the entire left side of his face are covered in bandages, though along his jaw where the bandages have ended and his skin is visible runs a long, thick, jagged scar that looks far too old to be reason for the bandaging. Several fresher scars mar his face, but are not quite as severe. | ||
| − | Perhaps in a stark contrast to his gruff personality and the rest of his rugged appearance, Ael has a very fair visage with snowy white hair, sickly pale skin, and eye the lightest shade of blue that sometimes glints violet or even red in the right lighting. His ivory locks are overgrown and unkempt, falling messily to obscure his face. His white brow is bushy but arched, his aquiline nose straight and even, eye deeply set and constantly shadowed with a dark circle, cheekbones high though gaunt and sunken, his lips pouty and finely shaped, and his jaw strong and squared. He has a narrow face with relatively handsome and masculine features, though they are somewhat hidden behind the scruffy, unshaven facial hair amassing along his jaw, chin, and upper lip. His posture is slumped and sunken. He moves slowly and painfully, a slight limp to his right leg, the thump of the respective foot just a little bit louder to its counterpart and perhaps vaguely metallic. Overall, he has the look of a man likely once healthy and handsome, but now exhausted and ill. He seems to purposefully stick to the shadows and avoid eye contact with others, hiding his features. He tends to wear dark and loose fitting clothing--and seeing as he resides within Coerthas, clothing that is covering and warm--which is often tattered and dirty. Despite this, he is a man who dresses for the occasion, which betrays his wardrobe to actually include more varied and ornate clothing and armor in better condition than his usual attire. | + | Perhaps in a stark contrast to his gruff personality and the rest of his rugged appearance, Ael has a very fair visage with snowy white hair, sickly pale skin, and eye the lightest shade of blue that sometimes glints violet or even red in the right lighting. His ivory locks are overgrown and unkempt, falling messily to obscure his face. His white brow is bushy but arched, his aquiline nose straight and even, eye deeply set and constantly shadowed with a dark circle, cheekbones high though gaunt and sunken, his lips pouty and finely shaped, and his jaw strong and squared. He has a narrow face with relatively handsome and masculine features, though they are somewhat hidden behind the scruffy, unshaven facial hair amassing along his jaw, chin, and upper lip. Fine lines can be found upon his face, a testament that the man has just passed his prime. |
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| + | His posture is slumped and sunken. He moves slowly and painfully, a slight limp to his right leg, the thump of the respective foot just a little bit louder to its counterpart and perhaps vaguely metallic. Overall, he has the look of a man likely once healthy and handsome, but now exhausted and ill. He seems to purposefully stick to the shadows and avoid eye contact with others, hiding his features. He tends to wear dark and loose fitting clothing--and seeing as he resides within Coerthas, clothing that is covering and warm--which is often tattered and dirty. Despite this, he is a man who dresses for the occasion, which betrays his wardrobe to actually include more varied and ornate clothing and armor in better condition than his usual attire. | ||
'''Speech:''' Ael speaks very little, and when he does, he is a man of few words, more apt to make noncommittal grunts than actual words. His voice is gruff and deep. Though it often sounds a bit tired and weak, seemingly from underuse, there is a commanding bass hidden within it. There is a smoothness to his voice and the pronunciation of his words, as well as evidence of a decent education in his adequate grammar and wide vocabulary if one manages to hear him speak enough that offers a contrast to his rough exterior. | '''Speech:''' Ael speaks very little, and when he does, he is a man of few words, more apt to make noncommittal grunts than actual words. His voice is gruff and deep. Though it often sounds a bit tired and weak, seemingly from underuse, there is a commanding bass hidden within it. There is a smoothness to his voice and the pronunciation of his words, as well as evidence of a decent education in his adequate grammar and wide vocabulary if one manages to hear him speak enough that offers a contrast to his rough exterior. | ||
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Aelius Corinthius Prodigal Son Error creating thumbnail: File missing
A Garlean agent who was undercover in Eorzea on a mission related to his family. He was a dutiful soldier who dedicated his life to his family name and the will of Garlemald. After his cover was blown, he took a spill off Highbridge. Presumed dead. Whereabouts unknown. About
Error creating thumbnail: File missing Ael stands tall around 6'3", broad-shouldered with a strong and sturdy form, well-sculpted with muscle thanks to a strict regime of training and work, though it is beginning to fade and give way to a more wiry musculature after moons of inactivity. In fact, if one were to catch him not fully clothed, he appears quite malnourished, very thin and lacking any healthy amount of body fat, as well as covered in scars that appear to be from likely near fatal wounds, clear indicators of where his own bones have been broken and jutted out of his skin. His left eye, forehead, and nearly the entire left side of his face are covered in bandages, though along his jaw where the bandages have ended and his skin is visible runs a long, thick, jagged scar that looks far too old to be reason for the bandaging. Several fresher scars mar his face, but are not quite as severe. Perhaps in a stark contrast to his gruff personality and the rest of his rugged appearance, Ael has a very fair visage with snowy white hair, sickly pale skin, and eye the lightest shade of blue that sometimes glints violet or even red in the right lighting. His ivory locks are overgrown and unkempt, falling messily to obscure his face. His white brow is bushy but arched, his aquiline nose straight and even, eye deeply set and constantly shadowed with a dark circle, cheekbones high though gaunt and sunken, his lips pouty and finely shaped, and his jaw strong and squared. He has a narrow face with relatively handsome and masculine features, though they are somewhat hidden behind the scruffy, unshaven facial hair amassing along his jaw, chin, and upper lip. Fine lines can be found upon his face, a testament that the man has just passed his prime. His posture is slumped and sunken. He moves slowly and painfully, a slight limp to his right leg, the thump of the respective foot just a little bit louder to its counterpart and perhaps vaguely metallic. Overall, he has the look of a man likely once healthy and handsome, but now exhausted and ill. He seems to purposefully stick to the shadows and avoid eye contact with others, hiding his features. He tends to wear dark and loose fitting clothing--and seeing as he resides within Coerthas, clothing that is covering and warm--which is often tattered and dirty. Despite this, he is a man who dresses for the occasion, which betrays his wardrobe to actually include more varied and ornate clothing and armor in better condition than his usual attire. Speech: Ael speaks very little, and when he does, he is a man of few words, more apt to make noncommittal grunts than actual words. His voice is gruff and deep. Though it often sounds a bit tired and weak, seemingly from underuse, there is a commanding bass hidden within it. There is a smoothness to his voice and the pronunciation of his words, as well as evidence of a decent education in his adequate grammar and wide vocabulary if one manages to hear him speak enough that offers a contrast to his rough exterior. Error creating thumbnail: File missing Shade is notably unstable and unpleasant. A long, tumultuous life, along with her affliction and far too much time spent within the Void has left her a bit out of touch with her humanity, unable to easily connect with others or process her emotions normally. She is quiet and tends to keep herself, giving away very little when she does speak. However, she is truly very lonely and can sometimes be found lurking silently in the public places, or harassing someone just for an excuse for some interaction. She is wary of people and very defensive around them, despite a secret desire for friendship. She feels that other have nothing in common with her and could not relate to her, and any relationships would only end in despair and betrayal, regardless. For this reason, she resents having any sort of connection with others, and when she realizes that one is forming, she will often try to push the person away and sabotage the friendship. Because of this, the people she likes are typically wholly unaware, and rather than being safe from her ire are more likely to receive it than anyone else. Considering she refuses to intentionally kill, typically tries not to bring serious physical harm to anyone, and may sometimes seek to protect the defenseless and innocent, one might believe she at least maintains a moral code, but the truth is just as much that she'd rather inflict emotional turmoil on someone and wreak havoc on their lives rather than hurt them physically or allow them the mercy of death. She is petty and vindictive, even to those who have seemingly done her no wrong. She believes the world and everyone in it is vile, so any harm she inflicts upon them will be deserved in the end and is just an inevitable part of life, and is nothing she hasn't suffered herself. She's something of a sadist who likes to see others suffer because it helps her feel better about her own miserable existence. Despite how venomous she seems toward others, the truth is it comes from a place of self-loathing. She has little regard for herself. She is softer than it seems, but it's thoroughly hidden behind a cold exterior and vicious outbursts. Her favorite area to bring trouble to people are their love lives, though this has largely stopped now that she is bound to her own significant other and forbidden to fool around elsewhere. However, despite her own devotion to this man and genuine love for him, she is still a cynic when it comes to love and sickened by romance and affection involving others. Despite her promise of monogamy, she is still often very flirtatious and seductive with others, taking every opportunity to slip innuendos into the conversation. She is not actually looking for sex or romance with this behavior; she just either wants to watch the person squirm or pine after her, or lure them in so that she might steal their aether when the opportunity arises. In fact, if someone actually tries to touch her, she usually shies away and becomes defensive--sometimes violently. She likes to have others be hung up on her--be it due to hatred, lust, or love. She enjoys being praised by others and having them pander to her and try to please her, and yet she can be easily annoyed by the smothering affection and lash out at them for it. Regardless of being truly enamored with Melfice, she enjoys making him jealous, making him uncomfortable, or angering him from time to time either to test the limits of his affection for her or to earn his attention when she feels ignored.
Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under the Player Character category!
Warning! Shade's story involves mention of death, murder, injury, violence, suicide, and abusive relationships. Please read at your own risk if you are sensitive to such themes. text text text Stories are in chronological order. Stories contain mature/sensitive/nsfw themes. Please read at your own risk.
Context: Melfice is displeased after Shade takes aether from their associate. How to Train Your Voidsent Context: Shade gets in trouble once again after consuming Val's aether. No Solace in Death Context: Shade is banished and forced to wander the Void after being "killed."
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