Post by Kevay Taylor on Nov 11, 2012 12:01:09 GMT -5
Name: Kevay Taylor
Aliases: Cupid, not that he would let you call him this.
Age: 562, but he still looks to be around 21.
Race: It’s…complicated? Humanish.
Gender: Male
Occupation/Class: ‘God of Love‘, formally a tailor.
Orientation: Generally heterosexual, but he’s not picky.
Physical Description: It would be quite safe to say that Kevay is dashingly handsome, almost irresistible really. What else could you expect from the embodiment of love? He stands at respectable 5’10, his figure more defined than overly muscular. Why would he need muscles anyway? He isn’t really much of a fighter, which was why he didn’t have a single scar or blemish.
His hair was an ash blond colour, just about long enough to fall around his face, ruffled up in a fashionably roguish way. In contrast, his eyes are vibrant sapphire colour, holding a mischievous glitter which could ensnare the heart of any woman he pleased…though behind this there always seemed to be a layer of ancient, hidden heartbreak. His features hold a hint of feminine beauty to them, not so strong that they took over his face nor so weak that they made him look feeble.
His clothing was always of the best quality. Practicality meant nothing to him, and the tailor had an eye for fine clothing and would accept nothing but the very best. He knew good quality when he saw it, and he also knew exactly how to dress to suit his personality.
Played by Dante from The RolePlay
Personality Description: For the God of Love, Kevay is rather against the emotion. Then again, Cupid had always been said to be the God of physical love, which he was defiantly in favour of. He’s a charmer, one flash of a smile women were falling at his feet, and he didn’t care if they were married or otherwise. He enjoyed leaving a trail of heartbreak and misery in his wake, sometimes going out of his way to cause trouble. Not that he was a fighter though, he fled from conflict.
For Cupid he is a broken little thing, clinging onto past betrayals rather than letting them go. He didn’t trust people, and he didn’t believe that love could actually work. What was the point in trust when you just had it thrown back in your face? No, Kevay preferred his little games now. Who wanted one woman when you could have hundreds?
On the flip side, he’s a huge fan of beauty, and when he saw it he wanted it. From women to treasures or clothing, if he liked it then he just had to have it. Once he had it, however, the novelty wore off and it was dumped again. To meet him he almost seemed to be carefree, if not a little mischievous, with a flamboyant flair to him that made him the type of person that was impossible to ignore.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
History: Kevay was born in one of Avalas’ small farming villages, his father having set up his tailoring business there long before Kevay was born. He was the first and only child of the couple, and though they never had the money to indulge themselves, they never went without. His father had followed the noble family out to the village, having become a favourite tailor of Lady Beaumont, therefore the family supplied them with a constant, if not sometimes challenging, stream of work. In the summer they were commissioned to make lavish ball gowns and demure dinner suits and in the winter it was comfortable fur coats.
In all, it hadn’t been a hard childhood. He was taught to read and write, as well as learning his father’s trade. In fact, by the time he had reached adulthood his skill had surpassed that of his father,. However, success in his career was never what he had really wanted. No, what he had really wanted was out of his reach.
Her name was Jayne, Lady Jayne Beaumont, the youngest child of the Beaumont family. She was just a few years younger than him, and had been visiting the tailors for hours. As children they had spent her visits playing, running around the small shop giggling. As they began to grow up Kevay was trusted with her dresses, the pair of them able to talk for hours as he fitted gthem. He knew that she was far out of his league, and he knew that she probably only spoke with him because there was nothing else to do while he pinned the fabric into place, but he couldn’t help falling in love with her. It happened before he realised it. His heart leapt whenever he saw her, and he couldn’t help but find himself staring as she smiled.
From the beginning he knew that he had been doomed to heartbreak, but still he had let his heart run away with him. Kevay was trying to find the confidence to tell her how he felt when she next visited the tailors, though there was something…different about her. A hint of apprehension in her eyes as she walked up to him. “I am in need of a wedding dress, would you be able to make such a garment?” With those words he felt his heart stop. She was getting married? He just couldn’t let that happen, the look in her eyes obviously meant that she didn‘t want to go through with this, right?
Over the next few weeks she visited the shop often to check on his progress, and it was on one of these visits that he asked her to run away with him. It seemed logical to him, the only way that he could get her out of this wedding. He knew that he could support them both, good tailoring skills were always needed. She laughed right in his face. “I may not want to marry Dominic, but why would I run away with you? You can’t offer me mansions and anything I want.” Those were exact words that shattered his heart. He felt foolish…and he found it unbearable looking at the dress he was supposed to be making for her.
That should have been the end of that tragic little love story, but it wasn’t. Stories of a creature started to drift around the village, one which had the ability to make people fall helplessly in love with a single arrow. There were many different names for this creature, but the most common was Cupid, fabled to be the God of Love, and there were rumors that this creature had taken up residence in the Aorin Forest. For Kevay this seemed like the perfect answer. He would make her love him, make her infatuated with him and then leave her with her rich husband; that seemed a fitting enough punishment.
The journey to the forest itself wasn’t really very difficult, and along the way he picked up more and more stories of this Cupid creature. Apparently he lived in the center of the forest, which made things more difficult. The Aorin Forest was well known for the creatures that lived within it, and Kevay wasn’t exactly a warrior. He traded most of his belongings for a charmed dagger in the Valley Town before heading down the Great River. The dagger was supposed to put a creature to sleep with just one scratch, and when he’d tested it on fish it had always worked.
It all took longer than he had expected. At one point he had to take a detour that added days onto his journey to avoid a valley of sleep vine. By the time he reached the middle of the forest he had almost forgotten his goal. He had come this far, there was no turning back now. Finding a cottage and a person, however, had been a surprise. He had expected to find a creature, some half God even, but not a person. Just a regular person sat in the cottage, and there seemed to be nothing special about him. Well, nothing special but the fact that Jayne’s face sprung into his mind as soon as he laid his eyes on the man, and that the pain at her rejection flared up again.
What happened next was a bit of a blur. He remembered the man speaking to him, something along the lines of ‘I’ve been waiting for you’ or ‘what took you so long’, either way it was obvious that the man had known that Kevay was coming. He also remembered that he knew what he was supposed to do without the man even saying anything to him, and that the other man had been eerily calm as Kevay went over and stabbed him in the chest. Most of what happened next had been blocked out, all that remained of his memory were bloody flashes of cutting out the man’s heart and eating it. Then everything went blank.
His memory kicks back into action again back in the Valley Town. Everything seemed to pass in a blur, including the journey back home. Everything looked different; colours were more vibrant, the whole world seeming as though someone covered over everything that was dull or ugly. People had changed too; they all seemed more beautiful, though with certain people he could almost see something sinister that hid beneath their flesh.
Jayne was one of the people with something lurking beneath the surface, though that didn’t stop him. He made her love him. He made her fall head over heels in love with him. He destroyed her marriage and then he left her alone to pick up the pieces. Revenge felt sweet, until a year later when he heard that she had killed herself because of what he’d done to her.
The rest was history. Kevay blazed through the world, leaving a trail of broken hearts and taverns with empty beer cellars behind him, though none of the people he met really stuck around. There were too exceptions to that rule, but Anthea Lexley and Phoenix Garcia attracted as much trouble as he did, so they were a natural fit.
Likes: Women, fine clothing, warmth, good wine, autumn (it might be cold but the colours of the leaves were amazing), art…
Dislikes: Love, cold, fighting, pain, badly made clothing, marriage…
Strengths: Kevay is quick witted and intelligent, choosing mental battles over physical ones. He is also a rather smooth talker, which got him out of countless sticky situations over the years. It also got him into a lot of ladies pants too, but that was another story. Does sexual prowess count amongst a person’s strengths?
Physically, his speed made up for his lack of physical strength. At the first sign of a fight he ran for the hills as quickly as his expensive shoes would carry him. Some would call that cowardice but he called it survival. He also had an excellent aim, though that was probably linked with the whole ‘Cupid’ thing. He was kickass with a bow and arrow.
Oh, and we can’t forget his flair for fashion. He is an excellent tailor, having an eye for detail and the skill of a professional. One glance at you and he could tell you what you should be wearing to flatter your figure and keep up to date with current fashion. He really could have made a name for himself in the business if he hadn’t gone off in the pursuit of love.
Weaknesses: His inability to trust or fall in love is one of his major downfalls, making him bitter and pessimistic at times. However, he needed to be loved, not because he was insecure or arrogant but because he literally needed to be loved. Without love he grew weak and sluggish. This meant that he had to stick to big cities and places that were widely populated. He could go a few days without being adored, but anything more than that was dangerous.
In addition to this, he hated the cold. He felt it much more than others and had to bundle himself up in thick furs as soon as there was a chill in the air.
As mentioned above, Kevay is not a natural fighter, but then again, he didn’t have anything to fight for, did he? He is pretty much a coward, and wouldn’t deny it.
Weapons: Kevay had one weapon, his bow. He didn’t need to carry it around, drawing it out of thin air when he had need of it, and his unlimited supply of arrows came from the same place. The bow was slender, made from a flexible, silver wood, the arrows made from the same material, tipped with a silver head, white feathers around the other end to help them fly straight. At his will, arrows could be infected with love, and a single scratch would pass this into your blood stream. Oh, and have I mentioned that they didn’t really follow normal conventions? Shoot an arrow and a whole manner of things could happen to make sure that it found its target, such as the arrow multiplying into two or more.
Armor: For someone as fashion conscious as Kevay ugly armour just wasn’t an option. Plus, it took far too long to get off when you were trying to get amorous with someone.
Magic: This is where Kevay gets interesting. The most noticeable thing would probably be his influence over the opposite sex. When women were around him they instantly fell in love with him, though this effect would only last while they were in his presence, when he left they would be left wondering what had come over them. It wasn’t real love, more of a passing amour really, which could be pretty annoying when he was in the wrong mood.
As mentioned above, he also sees the world differently to everyone else. His world is much more vibrant and alive than how everyone else sees it, and everything that was nasty was glossed over; even blood seemed brilliant to his eyes. This also worked with people, they seemed infinitely more beautiful than they had been before, but with certain people it looked like the beauty was only a mask to hide the monster beneath. Kevay had come to the conclusion that what he saw was a reflection of how people were on the inside.
Of course there is also the making people fall in love aspect, but that was much more complex than it sounded. You couldn’t just make anyone fall in love with someone, you had to carefully select people that matched or it would all go terribly wrong. Just one scratch from his arrow could make you fall helplessly in love with whoever Kevay had in mind…and if he disliked you then you better watch out because he would choose the most unattainable person for your affections to be placed upon.
Interlinked with this was his immortality. He healed much faster than normal humans and found that he didn’t really have to do things that everyone else had to do to survive, say eating for example. He only ate because it was what he had always done, but he could quite comfortably live for weeks without a scrap of food. He guessed that he could die if he were wounded badly enough, but then he wasn’t quite sure what would happen to the world. Were there others like him or was he the only one? If so, if he died did that mean that he would suck all the love out of the world with him? He had no idea, and frankly he didn’t want to test out that idea.
Other: (Have I missed anything? If so, add it.)
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Aliases: Cupid, not that he would let you call him this.
Age: 562, but he still looks to be around 21.
Race: It’s…complicated? Humanish.
Gender: Male
Occupation/Class: ‘God of Love‘, formally a tailor.
Orientation: Generally heterosexual, but he’s not picky.
Physical Description: It would be quite safe to say that Kevay is dashingly handsome, almost irresistible really. What else could you expect from the embodiment of love? He stands at respectable 5’10, his figure more defined than overly muscular. Why would he need muscles anyway? He isn’t really much of a fighter, which was why he didn’t have a single scar or blemish.
His hair was an ash blond colour, just about long enough to fall around his face, ruffled up in a fashionably roguish way. In contrast, his eyes are vibrant sapphire colour, holding a mischievous glitter which could ensnare the heart of any woman he pleased…though behind this there always seemed to be a layer of ancient, hidden heartbreak. His features hold a hint of feminine beauty to them, not so strong that they took over his face nor so weak that they made him look feeble.
His clothing was always of the best quality. Practicality meant nothing to him, and the tailor had an eye for fine clothing and would accept nothing but the very best. He knew good quality when he saw it, and he also knew exactly how to dress to suit his personality.
Played by Dante from The RolePlay
Personality Description: For the God of Love, Kevay is rather against the emotion. Then again, Cupid had always been said to be the God of physical love, which he was defiantly in favour of. He’s a charmer, one flash of a smile women were falling at his feet, and he didn’t care if they were married or otherwise. He enjoyed leaving a trail of heartbreak and misery in his wake, sometimes going out of his way to cause trouble. Not that he was a fighter though, he fled from conflict.
For Cupid he is a broken little thing, clinging onto past betrayals rather than letting them go. He didn’t trust people, and he didn’t believe that love could actually work. What was the point in trust when you just had it thrown back in your face? No, Kevay preferred his little games now. Who wanted one woman when you could have hundreds?
On the flip side, he’s a huge fan of beauty, and when he saw it he wanted it. From women to treasures or clothing, if he liked it then he just had to have it. Once he had it, however, the novelty wore off and it was dumped again. To meet him he almost seemed to be carefree, if not a little mischievous, with a flamboyant flair to him that made him the type of person that was impossible to ignore.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
History: Kevay was born in one of Avalas’ small farming villages, his father having set up his tailoring business there long before Kevay was born. He was the first and only child of the couple, and though they never had the money to indulge themselves, they never went without. His father had followed the noble family out to the village, having become a favourite tailor of Lady Beaumont, therefore the family supplied them with a constant, if not sometimes challenging, stream of work. In the summer they were commissioned to make lavish ball gowns and demure dinner suits and in the winter it was comfortable fur coats.
In all, it hadn’t been a hard childhood. He was taught to read and write, as well as learning his father’s trade. In fact, by the time he had reached adulthood his skill had surpassed that of his father,. However, success in his career was never what he had really wanted. No, what he had really wanted was out of his reach.
Her name was Jayne, Lady Jayne Beaumont, the youngest child of the Beaumont family. She was just a few years younger than him, and had been visiting the tailors for hours. As children they had spent her visits playing, running around the small shop giggling. As they began to grow up Kevay was trusted with her dresses, the pair of them able to talk for hours as he fitted gthem. He knew that she was far out of his league, and he knew that she probably only spoke with him because there was nothing else to do while he pinned the fabric into place, but he couldn’t help falling in love with her. It happened before he realised it. His heart leapt whenever he saw her, and he couldn’t help but find himself staring as she smiled.
From the beginning he knew that he had been doomed to heartbreak, but still he had let his heart run away with him. Kevay was trying to find the confidence to tell her how he felt when she next visited the tailors, though there was something…different about her. A hint of apprehension in her eyes as she walked up to him. “I am in need of a wedding dress, would you be able to make such a garment?” With those words he felt his heart stop. She was getting married? He just couldn’t let that happen, the look in her eyes obviously meant that she didn‘t want to go through with this, right?
Over the next few weeks she visited the shop often to check on his progress, and it was on one of these visits that he asked her to run away with him. It seemed logical to him, the only way that he could get her out of this wedding. He knew that he could support them both, good tailoring skills were always needed. She laughed right in his face. “I may not want to marry Dominic, but why would I run away with you? You can’t offer me mansions and anything I want.” Those were exact words that shattered his heart. He felt foolish…and he found it unbearable looking at the dress he was supposed to be making for her.
That should have been the end of that tragic little love story, but it wasn’t. Stories of a creature started to drift around the village, one which had the ability to make people fall helplessly in love with a single arrow. There were many different names for this creature, but the most common was Cupid, fabled to be the God of Love, and there were rumors that this creature had taken up residence in the Aorin Forest. For Kevay this seemed like the perfect answer. He would make her love him, make her infatuated with him and then leave her with her rich husband; that seemed a fitting enough punishment.
The journey to the forest itself wasn’t really very difficult, and along the way he picked up more and more stories of this Cupid creature. Apparently he lived in the center of the forest, which made things more difficult. The Aorin Forest was well known for the creatures that lived within it, and Kevay wasn’t exactly a warrior. He traded most of his belongings for a charmed dagger in the Valley Town before heading down the Great River. The dagger was supposed to put a creature to sleep with just one scratch, and when he’d tested it on fish it had always worked.
It all took longer than he had expected. At one point he had to take a detour that added days onto his journey to avoid a valley of sleep vine. By the time he reached the middle of the forest he had almost forgotten his goal. He had come this far, there was no turning back now. Finding a cottage and a person, however, had been a surprise. He had expected to find a creature, some half God even, but not a person. Just a regular person sat in the cottage, and there seemed to be nothing special about him. Well, nothing special but the fact that Jayne’s face sprung into his mind as soon as he laid his eyes on the man, and that the pain at her rejection flared up again.
What happened next was a bit of a blur. He remembered the man speaking to him, something along the lines of ‘I’ve been waiting for you’ or ‘what took you so long’, either way it was obvious that the man had known that Kevay was coming. He also remembered that he knew what he was supposed to do without the man even saying anything to him, and that the other man had been eerily calm as Kevay went over and stabbed him in the chest. Most of what happened next had been blocked out, all that remained of his memory were bloody flashes of cutting out the man’s heart and eating it. Then everything went blank.
His memory kicks back into action again back in the Valley Town. Everything seemed to pass in a blur, including the journey back home. Everything looked different; colours were more vibrant, the whole world seeming as though someone covered over everything that was dull or ugly. People had changed too; they all seemed more beautiful, though with certain people he could almost see something sinister that hid beneath their flesh.
Jayne was one of the people with something lurking beneath the surface, though that didn’t stop him. He made her love him. He made her fall head over heels in love with him. He destroyed her marriage and then he left her alone to pick up the pieces. Revenge felt sweet, until a year later when he heard that she had killed herself because of what he’d done to her.
The rest was history. Kevay blazed through the world, leaving a trail of broken hearts and taverns with empty beer cellars behind him, though none of the people he met really stuck around. There were too exceptions to that rule, but Anthea Lexley and Phoenix Garcia attracted as much trouble as he did, so they were a natural fit.
Likes: Women, fine clothing, warmth, good wine, autumn (it might be cold but the colours of the leaves were amazing), art…
Dislikes: Love, cold, fighting, pain, badly made clothing, marriage…
Strengths: Kevay is quick witted and intelligent, choosing mental battles over physical ones. He is also a rather smooth talker, which got him out of countless sticky situations over the years. It also got him into a lot of ladies pants too, but that was another story. Does sexual prowess count amongst a person’s strengths?
Physically, his speed made up for his lack of physical strength. At the first sign of a fight he ran for the hills as quickly as his expensive shoes would carry him. Some would call that cowardice but he called it survival. He also had an excellent aim, though that was probably linked with the whole ‘Cupid’ thing. He was kickass with a bow and arrow.
Oh, and we can’t forget his flair for fashion. He is an excellent tailor, having an eye for detail and the skill of a professional. One glance at you and he could tell you what you should be wearing to flatter your figure and keep up to date with current fashion. He really could have made a name for himself in the business if he hadn’t gone off in the pursuit of love.
Weaknesses: His inability to trust or fall in love is one of his major downfalls, making him bitter and pessimistic at times. However, he needed to be loved, not because he was insecure or arrogant but because he literally needed to be loved. Without love he grew weak and sluggish. This meant that he had to stick to big cities and places that were widely populated. He could go a few days without being adored, but anything more than that was dangerous.
In addition to this, he hated the cold. He felt it much more than others and had to bundle himself up in thick furs as soon as there was a chill in the air.
As mentioned above, Kevay is not a natural fighter, but then again, he didn’t have anything to fight for, did he? He is pretty much a coward, and wouldn’t deny it.
Weapons: Kevay had one weapon, his bow. He didn’t need to carry it around, drawing it out of thin air when he had need of it, and his unlimited supply of arrows came from the same place. The bow was slender, made from a flexible, silver wood, the arrows made from the same material, tipped with a silver head, white feathers around the other end to help them fly straight. At his will, arrows could be infected with love, and a single scratch would pass this into your blood stream. Oh, and have I mentioned that they didn’t really follow normal conventions? Shoot an arrow and a whole manner of things could happen to make sure that it found its target, such as the arrow multiplying into two or more.
Armor: For someone as fashion conscious as Kevay ugly armour just wasn’t an option. Plus, it took far too long to get off when you were trying to get amorous with someone.
Magic: This is where Kevay gets interesting. The most noticeable thing would probably be his influence over the opposite sex. When women were around him they instantly fell in love with him, though this effect would only last while they were in his presence, when he left they would be left wondering what had come over them. It wasn’t real love, more of a passing amour really, which could be pretty annoying when he was in the wrong mood.
As mentioned above, he also sees the world differently to everyone else. His world is much more vibrant and alive than how everyone else sees it, and everything that was nasty was glossed over; even blood seemed brilliant to his eyes. This also worked with people, they seemed infinitely more beautiful than they had been before, but with certain people it looked like the beauty was only a mask to hide the monster beneath. Kevay had come to the conclusion that what he saw was a reflection of how people were on the inside.
Of course there is also the making people fall in love aspect, but that was much more complex than it sounded. You couldn’t just make anyone fall in love with someone, you had to carefully select people that matched or it would all go terribly wrong. Just one scratch from his arrow could make you fall helplessly in love with whoever Kevay had in mind…and if he disliked you then you better watch out because he would choose the most unattainable person for your affections to be placed upon.
Interlinked with this was his immortality. He healed much faster than normal humans and found that he didn’t really have to do things that everyone else had to do to survive, say eating for example. He only ate because it was what he had always done, but he could quite comfortably live for weeks without a scrap of food. He guessed that he could die if he were wounded badly enough, but then he wasn’t quite sure what would happen to the world. Were there others like him or was he the only one? If so, if he died did that mean that he would suck all the love out of the world with him? He had no idea, and frankly he didn’t want to test out that idea.
Other: (Have I missed anything? If so, add it.)
RP Sample: (At least a paragraph or two, using the character)
