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Active A Rogue [And Many Other Slithering Things]

Vincentius

A miserable little pile of secrets
Lover
Hero
Vinsintius
Vinsintius
Lover



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Commissioned art by Elz :heart:

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Commissioned art by Charybdis :heart:



"Run for the shadows,
Run for the shadows,
Run for the shadows in these golden years"


]✹[ PRIMARY INFORMATION ]✹[
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Full Name: Iskvandar Amadeo Alighieri [Traditionally Mol'Aligiri]
Name Pronunciation:
[eesk - van - dahr]
[om - uh - day - oh]
[al-ee-gare-ee]
Full Titles: Blessed of Skraag | Personal Advisor of Fuvur | Animancer
Other Names: Rabbit, Amadeo, Creep, Omen, 'Vander, Witch.

Age: Ninety.
Apparent Age: Early thirties.
Race: Moor Elf.
Status:
Upper class, living quite lavishly on a private sloop.
Magical Profile: [X] [Archived]
Fiend Profile:
[X]

Current Residence: Wayfaring in elopement, having spent his last 4 years traveling the seas of Altera, vacation style. Mans and occupies the Mistress II with his husband.
Current Disposition: Hungry and scheming.
Homeland
: Though his birthplace was a northern Moor Elven territory, he considers Rogue's Hearth his place of 'home'.
Birth Date: The 7th of Ghostmoon.
Death Date:

5/12/17. During investigation of the disappearances within Queensport, Iskvandar was raked through the chest by a Northern Wendigo, later bit in the neck to be dropped from a tree. He was left nigh-unrecognizable, though the massive gashes across his body were sewn shut before he was buried in Aelmere.
Inspirations: The life of 20th Century painter Francis Bacon, Lestat de Lioncourt, David Bowie, Hannibal Lecter, Rita Hayworth as Gilda, Mylene Farmer.




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Yoshitaka Amano

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]✹[ APPEARANCE - BODILY VENEER ]✹[
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Build: A willowy figure with long limbs, angular shoulders, and a curve at the waist.
Somatotype: Ectomorph.
Height: 6’2, close to 6'5 in heels.
Weight: It's rude to ask, you know.

Facial Structure: Narrow with sharp cheekbones, and a long nose that might be just a little too big. His face has a dollish femininity to it, generally betraying him as a rather pretty man.

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Complexion: A pale white with an icy Moorish grey tone. Clear and youthful, but sensitive to intense sun exposure
The veins of his neck creep down like delicate inky vines, as do the veins from his wrists to his elbows.
Eyes: Violet, with long white lashes. His left eye is glass, but this is not usually noticeable or disclosed. Currently wears Sightseer, a winter blue color.

Hair: Silvery-white, slightly lighter in contrast with his skin. He grants particular pride and care to his hair, and he’ll go to great lengths to define its presentation. His eyebrows match this shade, if a bit darker.
Hair Features: When free, his hair reaches his hips. Silky and well-trimmed, and sometimes held up by a ribbon.

Wardrobe:
Iskvandar is very much a diva in regards to his presentation, adorned in the darkness of long, sumptuous garments and furs that tend to lean very androgynously, often wearing dangling onyx earrings and other jewlery to match. Long black boots tend to have a steep heel and arch, and his hands are always clad in dark gloves. On more casual occasions, or those in which he presents explicitly masculine, he will often be wearing cravats and dark waistcoats, with a white poet's blouse beneath. In the southwest, to compensate for his albinism, he'll often be seen with parasols and big, dramatic hats.

Posture: Straight-backed and tall, with a nose ever-so-pretentiously tilted upright.
Gait: He struts with light feet, carrying himself with a certain degree of practiced serenity and elegance.
Hygiene: Iskvandar is an avid bather with mysophobic tendencies, and cleans his hands particularly often. He despises using his bare hands for dirty work.
Scars and Markings:

Tiny blemishes and bite scars are peppered over his left hand. His left ring finger is missing. [Silverfish swarm, amputation]
A faint slash across his lower right side. [Bandit stabbing]
The Duchess Alison Kane's Animancy sigil, carved into the back of his right hand. [Bound by flesh without prize]
Lilith Alraun's Animancy sigil, branded into the left side of his waist. [Crossing the River]
Dranoden's signature, tattooed on the bottom of his left foot. [Soul for sale]
Distinguishing Features:
He is one of few pale Moors.
A very ambiguous performance of gender.
Cosmetic heterochromia [Violet & winter blue]
Short white horns peek proudly from his skull.
Iskvandar will often go out of his way to make an impression otherwise quite difficult to forget, for better or for worse.
Voice Reference: David Bowie [X]


]✹[ HEALTH STATUS ]✹[
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Injuries: N/A.
Illnesses: N/A.

Conditions:
Monocular vision. In a long-past scene exacting bloody vengeance, Aleksei Ivanov gouged out
Iskvandar's left eye. When separated from the arcane artifact gifted by his lover, Iskvandar is half-blind.
Albinism, resulting in sun-sensitive skin and moderate photophobia in his right eye.
Diet:
He's an incredibly reserved eater, particularly against being observed eating
as he feels it renders him vulnerable. Favors Southern and Sooleran cuisine, with a penchant for spice.

Fitness: Vanity and the need to survive fuel his actions. He keeps in shape, and
with a history of intermittent slum lifestyles, can still throw a half-decent punch on a good day.
Sleep:
He's a nocturnal sort, preferring the comfort and sumptuousness of his night life.
Nightmares have plagued his sleep for decades, and with his soul held by Dranoden, have only been worse. Opium helps.


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Vincentius

A miserable little pile of secrets
Lover
Hero
Vinsintius
Vinsintius
Lover

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Elz : )

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"
Don't stare at my soul,
I swear it is fine
"



]✹[ BEHAVIOR - SOUL & PSYCHOLOGY]✹[
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Alignment:
A vague triangle of TN, LE, NE.
Religious Inclination: Iskvandar has developed a very complicated relationship with divinity, having progressed through early naivete rejecting the divines, to adopting a vicious dogma awarding him the blessing of Skraag.
In his present years, he is wholly self-serving with little interest in the appeasement of any divine. He is, on the contrary, easily beguiled by the attention of other powerful entities and personalities in the interests of taking advantage and achieving his own supernatural independence.

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Intelligence: More clever than he may seem, but perhaps less than his internal ego believes. He is well-read and educated, and keeps a quiet, intentional cunning at the forefront of his interactions, with a political and scholarly background working within the high courts of House Wise and the Fuvurian Empire.
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Perception: Iskvandar is a hypervigilant and paranoid person, often suspicious of groups and strangers. He is wary of faces from times past, and makes a note to be aware of his surroundings at all times; at least when he is sober.
Memory: Selective. He recalls history and nostalgic events markedly well, but tends to forget some names and faces. Memories of some glamorously extroverted evenings are washed away by rather debauched amounts of whiskey and wine.
Languages:

Mok’yra {Fluent}
Common {Fluent}
Elven [Fuvurian] {Fluent}
Infernal {Fluent}
Marjash {Spoken well with a moderate accent, written somewhat poorly}
Temperament: Usually well behaved, often rather quiet and stoic, and in the best of company, quite vivacious and dramatic.
Sociability: Iskvandar could be someone perceived to adore attention and strangers. He performs well and enjoys himself in wildly social environments, but has a tendency to disappear for long periods at a time. He has a mountain cottage, where he will sometimes retreat to practice some hippie hoo-hah meditative self-isolation.
Etiquette: Quite variable. Manners are essential to a refined introduction and good networking, and often Iskvandar will present as a modest and gracious sort who is eager to please with his own interests in mind. But frequently his posh mannerisms can almost be seen as scathingly sardonic, played up by his own ego when he finds himself superior to his company by some vain facet. His words have a bite to them; polite to the point of malice. In delightfully likeminded company, or after a good few drinks, his nature unveils with cavalier posture, tasteful obscenity, and a mask-off flamboyance. Real catty-like.

Lures:
Fears:
Unhealthy Habits:

A deep-rooted reliance on opium to sleep soundly. He has gone through many withdrawals, and indulges in evening use.
Mild to moderate alcoholism is always in vogue.
Fancies a cigar now and then.
]✹[ ASPIRATIONS ]✹[
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Short Term Goals:
Make a return to the Broken South. [In Progress]
Establish "connections." [In Progress]
Strengthen the thread of his pact.
Create fresh income.
Long Term Priorities:
Reach a high threshold of wealth and status.
Reconnect to his Moor Elven heritage.
Get his magic back.
Keep his marriage.
]✹[ COMBAT ]✹[
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Ability: Survivable with one-handed blades, crossbows, and dirks against the average foe. More comfortable in dirty fist fights, with a history of living on the streets in his youth.
Strengths: Strongest in flight or deescalation. He leans into unarmed combat, but is certainly no boxer. Previously trained by Raalvara and James Varyn.
Weaknesses: Formal training is something sparse, and he's largely untrained in weaponry. He's also far out of practice.
Dexterity: Limber and agile, with more interest in running from a fight than committing to it. He can run in heels.
Morality: If the moment calls for it, Iskvandar is not at all opposed to playing dirty and taking advantage of others. Survival is his greatest concern.


]✹[ ARTIFACTS ]✹[
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Name: Sightseer
Description: A glass eye with the iris coloured to be a winter blue.
Effect: The wearer of this eye finds they can see with it as normal, and are able to move it around just as well. Whilst it is a glass eye, it does not feel pain, and it is able to ‘see’ either held in a hand or an eye socket.



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Zoslore :heart:

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Vincentius

A miserable little pile of secrets
Lover
Hero
Vinsintius
Vinsintius
Lover


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]✹[ RELATIONSHIPS ]✹[
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Familial

Syviil Alighieri [Adopted Daughter]
A Caparii girl taken in and raised by him, for better or for worse. When she grew up, she became an accomplice to Iskvandar's worship of Skraag, and once upon a time their acts of devotion stirred quite a ruckus in Storm's Landing. She disappeared after he abandoned his faith, so very long ago. He cannot quite reconcile his personal blame.
Virali Mol'Aligiri [Sister]
A twin. Unseen since his youth, and presumed to be dead. Remembered and dearly missed.

Lewis Doggett [X] Squidziod
His brand new husband. Over their ten years shared the two of them have become quite the heathen pair, two opposites feeding into each other's flaws and ambitions in a most complimentary way. He adores Lewis and finds himself eternally indebted to him, as it was he who'd plucked him off the path of aimlessness like a stray and into a fold of luxury, vice, and unfettered adventure. They are inseparable.
Vashti Charybdis
Someone like a best friend from incredibly strange and troubled times. They got up to all sorts of trouble on the streets of Linlea during the Ashen Blight crisis. She's vanished from his life once more, and he prays that she did not end up dead in a ditch.
⛧ Lilith Alraun Arcana
His mysterious and charming mentor in the dark arts, bound by brand and a drop of blood. He only regrets not keeping more in touch, for the sake of deepening their friendship and perhaps growing a fascinatingly wicked affiliation.
⛧ Maebh Alraun {Break a leg!} Magic Intern
A loon. Obviously. There is something to scratch just beneath the surface, secrets to exchange. She is quite endlessly amusing, and with her eccentricities (alongside being his senior as a student), Iskvandar holds a peculiar respect for Maebh. He wonders if she fears him.
⛧ Atrus Mandovi Squidziod
An infuriating character, but by the gods is it fun. Atrus is a right proper twat and speaking to him is akin to having a drink with someone whilst there is a dagger at your throat. But Iskvandar does not despise such a game of cat and mouse -- in fact, he finds himself relishing in it sometimes. He also seems to have a particular disdain for his sexual proclivities, which is all the more nettlingly hilarious.
Branko Callas Kostadim
Iskvandar possesses a unique sort of empathy for Branko; one that he did not anticipate, as he sees fragments of both a past and current self in the man. Ultimately, he wishes to see Branko follow a path that will some way, somehow, bring him tranquility.
Karn Clawheart ironassassin
A relic of Iskvandar's past. Of all folk conceivable, he has found that the Greyling is one of few he has been able to confide in. His passion and devotion to his will is admirable to say the least, as it was Iskvandar who had inspired him in the first place, so very long ago. The Greyling is cared for, and he wishes to help him find success. In Karn, Iskvandar has caught glimpse of mortality's greatest tragedy.
֍ Glenn Louvel Zoslore
One by one, his pieces are picked up, but there seems to always be another one that falls. His resolve, and his approach to his conflicts? Fascinating. Iskvandar likes to keep tabs on it. He's quite fond of the lad, truly, and his life became very different when it became wrapped up in Glenn's. His daughter would be around the same age, he wagers.
֍ Marian Olliran mageaegis
A heated debate with the woman has left a strange taste in his mouth. Not quite disdain, not quite pity. In fact, he rather enjoys her company as an individual so different compared to he. But her perspectives are rather simple-- naive. And it is irritating.
֍ Bennett Varyn TheDeester
Iskvandar isn't entirely certain what to make of Bennett. He doesn't know how to talk to him. Which makes quite the curious predicament, as he maintains an internal obligation to watch over him in a familial sort of debt. The tragedies of his parents follow him, and Iskvandar holds a respect for Bennett in this regard. He's certain they would be proud of him.
֍ Gunter Schmidt Philipe
Getting beaned in the eye and nearly falling to one's death can leave a lasting impression. Perhaps Iskvandar is a generous man for being quite forgiving of this little accident, as this particular Misfit seems the least volatile of the group. A pleasant and (mostly) well-mannered chap. This impression has changed quite drastically. Having such a constant insight into Gunter's emotional state whilst rarely even speaking directly to each other is a bizarre sort of knowledge. A brain to pick one of these days.


♝ Queen Sugar Silveira Ruu Darling
It is curious to him, the thought that there are others along the same path as he, falling from the grace of divinity in pursuit of greater being. Sugar acts as a delightful, nostalgic relic of sorts, her person reminding him of his time spent in the city of Sanardu. Quite the ray of sunshine she is, and while he has been distant from her life for ages, he still finds a particular trust in the kind spirits that know of his past and still choose to treat him with warmth, much to his bemusement.
♝ Fronslin Menguar Fronslin
Another little piece of his past brought to a current light. He is amused by how remarkably different their paths came to be, with Fronslin a Lord and arcane scholar, and he a rogue heathen. He enjoys their consultations, and holds an appreciation for his talk.

➣ Aelyth Fuvur Elz
Iskvandar finds that he will likely always have an uncle-like fondness for Aelyth. But, by nature of knowing his past life with Fuvur, she knows a little too much, and this rises wariness from him. He is skeptical, but they get along well, and that is enough for him.

+ Many more I wish I saved :' )



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Sankera

Lord of Altera
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Merchant
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Pronouns
He/Him, They/Them
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*side eyes* L- long lost cousin??
 
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