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Inactive Lualatis

Vincentius

A miserable little pile of secrets
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] ☽ [ PRIMARY INFO | FACETS OF A SUPERFICIAL IDENTITY ] ☾ [
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NAME: Lualatis
TITLES: N/A
AGE: Thirty-three summers.
RACE: Makani

SOCIAL STATUS: Vagrant, slum rooster, and castaway.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: He's a nomadic squatter stalking slums, roosting in musty towers, and prowling the woods. He typically travels between the forests of the Compendium and Storm's Landing.

CURRENT DISPOSITION: Lualatis roams like a flagellant and feral monk, living by light of the moon in ascetic squalor.

HOMELAND: The fallen island of Vata'inu. Most like home on the human continent was the early Makani settlement of Vein'atuus, since (assumedly?) abandoned.
BIRTH DATE: Sometime in the winter season.

DEATH DATE:

6th of Mistset, 2293
Trapped in an endless fog upon a Fuvurian sea vessel, Lualatis was left on an island as a sacrifice after taking the shortest stick in a draw off chance. He died locked away in a cave beneath a lighthouse, chained up in a room at the hands of hypothermia. He recalls the incident vividly, always remembering the fear and chill of encroaching cold in the hours before beginning to waste away.

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] ☽ [ BODY | RUINED FEATHERS - WILD TALONS ] ☾ [
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BUILD: Gaunt and wiry.

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HEIGHT: 5'9 ft.
WEIGHT: 105 lbs.
WINGSPAN: 15ft 6in | 473.5cm

FACIAL FEATURES: Narrow and angular, always seeming on-edge and distrusting.
SKIN: Black in color, rough and scaly.
EYES: A glaring and paranoid amber-gold with black rings around the orbit.
PLUMAGE: By nature Lualatis' feathers are in warm hues of brilliant pink with patterns of blood orange and white, the tips of his plumage black. However the spectacle of such features is warped by outdoor weathering and dishevelment, with some patches of plumage thinner than others as if over-pruned by tension.

WARDROBE: A black and red sarong, tattered and torn. Wrapped around his wrists are worn leather bracers.

POSTURE:
GAIT:
HYGIENE:
SCARS AND MARKINGS:
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:


] ☽ [ MIND | MOON WATCHER - LIFE CRAVER ] ☾ [
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ALIGNMENT:
SPIRITUALITY AND SUPERSTITIONS:

INTELLIGENCE:
PERCEPTION:

TEMPERAMENT:
SOCIABILITY:
ETIQUETTE:

LURES:
FEARS:


UNHEALTHY HABITS:

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] ☽ [ ASPIRATIONS | ILLUSIONS OF A FUTURE ] ☾ [
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SHORT TERM GOALS:

LONG TERM PRIORITIES:
Witness the weeping moon's restoration. [Complete]
Return to Vein'atuus. [Failed]
Heal. [Failed]
Survive.

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DIET:
FITNESS:

SLEEP:





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A miserable little pile of secrets
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EDUCATION:

SKILLS AND AFFINITIES:

LANGUAGES:
Yakai [Fluent]
Kayamon [Mostly fluent]
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] ☽ [ COMBAT | NO MEANS UNNECESSARY ] ☾ [
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DUNGEON/EVENT INVENTORY:





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A miserable little pile of secrets
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] ☽ [ RELATIONSHIPS ] ☾ [
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To be determined. Lualatis has not practiced his social skills lately.


] ☽ [ DISTANT FACES OF LOST KIN ] ☾ [
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Kekoa -
Fierce warrior, soulful leader.

Aia - Sweet sister, simple in the mind.
Lilinoe - Vivacious companion, kindred spirit.

Tei - Stoic brother, survivor of the fog.


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Art proudly made by TheDeester

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can't remember who made this one. but thanks.​
 
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Vincentius

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He's bouncing back, with.. notable altercations, and a changed theme.

The following post is something I intended to write a whole lot more of, but decided it may be best to keep it short, sweet, and mildly confusing. Perhaps I'll write a Part 2 sometime.

Tagging everyone who had IC relevance or OOC interest in what I intended to write.. sorry if I missed anyone but I'm tired.
 
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Numbing silence. That is all that existed, as it should have, undisturbed by curious creatures. Ridiculous, hopeless creatures invading a preternatural space to rob it of its beloved silence. What was to be seen? What was to be heard? Bickering, disturbance.. Fog; a fog of which drove the sun, moon, and stars into nothingness. It tricked, it deceived, it tortured, it remained, and it gained companionship once again.

“Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained.” A foolish motto, truly. No gain was harvested in this venture; not to those bearing the motto. But, yes, the Fog received what had been yearned for.

A forsaken creature lied solitary beneath the island of Fog; beneath its lonely spire and chained within its locked heart. It was motionless, the reflective incandesence of its feathers and soul absent to leave the being devoid of its brilliance. Its avian wings: grotesquely contorted to satisfy the needs of a withered posture upon the icy ground. They pooled around the creature. Their feathers had once displayed the creature’s spiritual life in dusted shades of fuschia, peach, and rouge to be melded with the sheer
fervency of blood orange; although, now, the creature’s void of a chamber only swallowed its color.
The creature let out a strained, trembling breath. It was waiting; waiting for the first sliver of deliverance that would illuminate the claustrophobic chamber when its door opened. The creature needed to see truth, to be relieved of its chains. Surely, the voyagers would find the drawn lots to only be another ploy manipulated by the Fog? Surely, clarity would flash through their minds, even for the briefest moment, to outshine the Fog’s blinding smite? It was a ruse, yes! The creature’s companions were obviously keen enough to have tread thus far, this was not the end! It could almost hear them now, their steps along the tunnels pathways. The resounding pats of salvation grew nearer!


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For how long did the creature wait? When did the footsteps halt their calls to it? How did silence’s talons come so soon to caress the creature’s own? The harsh clanging of chains rattling against each other resonated through the stone chamber’s space, relentlessly voicing their protest and denial to the scaley wrists begging to be removed from their pin upon the wall.
It was only a matter of time and patience until God’s mercy was bestowed.

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The creature was a fool properly fooled. It knew the true outcome of its unfortunate predicament. Despair was all that lingered behind for it, and now, it was only despair’s caress it would know. Mercy, whether granted by God or the ungodly Fog, would not reveal its presence; it was stolen. Mercy was snatched by a manipulated fate unbefitting of the creature.

“Be wary of the fat and oily one… it has already attempted to trick us.” Warning words echoed in the creature’s mind as though they were scolding in response to the disregard that had been received. Chicanery, it must have been! A botched lottery! God warned the creature by voice of its roostmates, and its at-the-time distress eclipsed its wariness. Fate was skewed the moment the foot was cast upon an unfamiliar domain. Something went horribly awry, and the creature predicted it from the very beginning. God offered signs; illusions of which could only be harbingers of the oncoming deception. Yet, their bewildering nature only distracted the creature from their truest omen. The illusions foretold fate by the hand of the very Executioner, who manipulated the Fog and dragged the creature to it. The Executioner’s companions merely steered their sea vessel in circles, taunting the creature with its very demise!

 
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