Post by Doeteain Ean Evariic on Aug 9, 2011 9:43:38 GMT -5
Name: Doeteain Ean Evariic
Nickname(s): [/b]Before his imprisonment, he was known as Ean around the castle, as Doeteain was "too exotic." [/color]
Age: [/b]17. [/color]
Gender: [/b]Male.[/color]
Orientation: At the moment, asexual, but the Evariic tribe is known for its pansexuality.
Race/Tribe: Evariic.
Appearance: Medium-length dark brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin (from never being in the sunlight). He also has large wings made of red and orange feathers; when the wings are retracted, a simple black outline of wings appears on his back.
History: Doeteain has been kept as a prisoner for the king since his birth. Initially, he was kept as a slave to pay his father’s debt. However, when the king’s young son fell ill (around the time that Doeteain reached five years of age), the king heard the rumours of the Evariic tribe’s tears as a healing agent. Soon, Doeteain was being imprisoned in the dungeons and his tears harvested through various methods of psychological and physical torture alike. When one method stopped working, the king would employ a new method. Doeteain eventually learned to cry on command, but those tears were not as potent, and so the king has not given up on the torture. Now, Doeteain is usually kept in the dungeons tethered to a wall by his hands and throat and blindfolded; at least one—if not both—of his wings is usually broken at any given point in time.
Personality: Doeteain is shy and stuttering, and he doesn’t argue. He usually lies still and takes what’s coming. When he finally leaves the king’s dungeons in the future, he rarely takes initiative, and when he does, it’s never over anything significant.
Special Skills/Strengths: [/b]When his wings are extended, he can use them to fly (once he learns). He also can, to an extent, control fire (despite a bad history with it), and his tears are said to be good for one’s health or for curing injuries/ailments. [/color]
Weaknesses: [/b]Doeteain doesn’t do well with water, and he hates being bound to the ground for any long periods of time. Doeteain’s wings can be forced out of him, as they extend during times of great stress, and they are extremely sensitive. Because of the torture, he’s hesitant about using his fire. [/color]
Other Notes: No one from the Evariic tribe except Doeteain's immediate family know where he is or why. Many of them believe he was a stillborn.
Sample Post (at least 50 words): [/b]Doeteain was used to pain. He’d felt it every day these past years, all in the name of saving a kingdom he’d never been a part of. Still, being accustomed to pain didn’t mean that it hurt any less. It only meant it was harder to force out the tears the king wanted, which meant even more pain until it worked. Sometimes it took all day. Other times, if the king were in a bad mood, Doeteain would be wishing for death by high noon. The best days were when the prince was feeling well; on those days, sometimes Doeteain could escape the pain, even if it wasn’t for very long. Of course, he was always still trapped in this dreadful dungeon, his wings bound together so that he couldn’t use them to his advantage.
That was probably the worst part about being held in the dungeons. He wanted to stretch his wings, fly somewhere. But he never got that chance. He knew somehow that he could fly, but he’d never actually been able to leave the ground. When he was younger, sometimes he had been permitted to leave the castle, and he’d made the attempt. Back then, though, his wings had been too small even for his child’s body; he’d flapped them as hard as he could, but the most he’d managed to do was knock himself over. He supposed that in reality, things wouldn’t be much different now. The muscles in his wings had probably atrophied so much that he could barely move them. The sad truth was that no matter how much he wished or hoped or just wanted something, he was imprisoned.
His eyes shot up at the noise of heavy boots meeting stone. The king had descended into the dungeons again today, wielding a device the likes of which Doeteain had never seen before.
Today would be one of his “bad mood” days.[/color]
Nickname(s): [/b]Before his imprisonment, he was known as Ean around the castle, as Doeteain was "too exotic." [/color]
Age: [/b]17. [/color]
Gender: [/b]Male.[/color]
Orientation: At the moment, asexual, but the Evariic tribe is known for its pansexuality.
Race/Tribe: Evariic.
Appearance: Medium-length dark brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin (from never being in the sunlight). He also has large wings made of red and orange feathers; when the wings are retracted, a simple black outline of wings appears on his back.
History: Doeteain has been kept as a prisoner for the king since his birth. Initially, he was kept as a slave to pay his father’s debt. However, when the king’s young son fell ill (around the time that Doeteain reached five years of age), the king heard the rumours of the Evariic tribe’s tears as a healing agent. Soon, Doeteain was being imprisoned in the dungeons and his tears harvested through various methods of psychological and physical torture alike. When one method stopped working, the king would employ a new method. Doeteain eventually learned to cry on command, but those tears were not as potent, and so the king has not given up on the torture. Now, Doeteain is usually kept in the dungeons tethered to a wall by his hands and throat and blindfolded; at least one—if not both—of his wings is usually broken at any given point in time.
Personality: Doeteain is shy and stuttering, and he doesn’t argue. He usually lies still and takes what’s coming. When he finally leaves the king’s dungeons in the future, he rarely takes initiative, and when he does, it’s never over anything significant.
Special Skills/Strengths: [/b]When his wings are extended, he can use them to fly (once he learns). He also can, to an extent, control fire (despite a bad history with it), and his tears are said to be good for one’s health or for curing injuries/ailments. [/color]
Weaknesses: [/b]Doeteain doesn’t do well with water, and he hates being bound to the ground for any long periods of time. Doeteain’s wings can be forced out of him, as they extend during times of great stress, and they are extremely sensitive. Because of the torture, he’s hesitant about using his fire. [/color]
Other Notes: No one from the Evariic tribe except Doeteain's immediate family know where he is or why. Many of them believe he was a stillborn.
Sample Post (at least 50 words): [/b]Doeteain was used to pain. He’d felt it every day these past years, all in the name of saving a kingdom he’d never been a part of. Still, being accustomed to pain didn’t mean that it hurt any less. It only meant it was harder to force out the tears the king wanted, which meant even more pain until it worked. Sometimes it took all day. Other times, if the king were in a bad mood, Doeteain would be wishing for death by high noon. The best days were when the prince was feeling well; on those days, sometimes Doeteain could escape the pain, even if it wasn’t for very long. Of course, he was always still trapped in this dreadful dungeon, his wings bound together so that he couldn’t use them to his advantage.
That was probably the worst part about being held in the dungeons. He wanted to stretch his wings, fly somewhere. But he never got that chance. He knew somehow that he could fly, but he’d never actually been able to leave the ground. When he was younger, sometimes he had been permitted to leave the castle, and he’d made the attempt. Back then, though, his wings had been too small even for his child’s body; he’d flapped them as hard as he could, but the most he’d managed to do was knock himself over. He supposed that in reality, things wouldn’t be much different now. The muscles in his wings had probably atrophied so much that he could barely move them. The sad truth was that no matter how much he wished or hoped or just wanted something, he was imprisoned.
His eyes shot up at the noise of heavy boots meeting stone. The king had descended into the dungeons again today, wielding a device the likes of which Doeteain had never seen before.
Today would be one of his “bad mood” days.[/color]
