【Virian

Late twenties
High elf
6'2

 

【Appearance & Personality】

     The prince is tall and certainly handsome, albeit the latter in a non-traditional sense. His hair is curly and voluminous and sometimes completely out of control. His eyes are a bright golden brown with flecks of green, his jawline is sharp; yet still he describes his own face as "odd". The chiselled handsomeness is offset by plump, often flushed cheeks and deep dimples. His smile is wide and bright and his front teeth are crooked. His appearance truly depends on his expression: when neutral or serious he's solidly what anyone would call sexy. But he's giggly and good-natured, he smiles easily and often, and as soon as he does he shifts from sexy to simply adorable. With the crooked front teeth and plump pink cheeks he sometimes looks something like a bunny or a chipmunk. But even with his beauty it's his personality that truly defines him.

     He's bubbly and energetic in front of crowds, and while that's 100% genuine, it's more one of his moods than an accurate representation of his personality as a whole. There's another side to him, equally entertaining but very different. Virian may seem quite snarky and even rude once you've gotten to know him a bit personally, but he soon mellows and calms down a bit once the relationship begins to establish itself. At a younger age he was hilarious and good-hearted but sometimes brash and rude, but at a later age, when he's aged a bit and settled into who he truly is, the man he would become is pure and gentle; soft-spoken and exceptionally kind. His personality truly depends on what stage of the life he's in. 

[Special thanks and all credit goes to "badbadmovies" on Tumblr for these two paragraphs describing Prince Virian's FC, Mika. I did not write it, but it was too accurate and amazing not to use ^^]

 

【Backstory】

During the high times, born as a high elf, within the high society of Esteria's elite, Virian was born into war.

His mother, Marianlei, was the leader of one of the most influential clans in the realm, and his father, Edwyrd, was the leader of a neighbouring, much smaller clan. Shortly after the union brought on by their marriage, while Marianlei was heavy with child, an uprising broke out. It soon broke out into a revolution which ripped throughout the whole land, sending all magical creatures into a state of panic and despair.

While fighting to protect their borders, Edwyrd was captured by a sorceress, Nimue, who saw potential within the silent warrior, and forced him to fall in love with her. Together they produced a son whom they named Ellsar, and a year later, when Edwyrd came back to his original family, he brought his new one with him, too.

Although Marianlei and Nimue could never tolerate one another as they shared a husband-- for a couple of years later Edwyrd married Nimue, too--, their sons, Virian and Ellsar, became excellent companions. Sharing their childhood together, the curious Virian and the calculating Ellsar grew into strapping young lads who spent their time going on thrilling adventures and pulling pranks on their fellow kin. But then, during the height of the war, an unexpected act ruined their friendship but brought the country together-- their father became king.

After years of fighting and treachery, the country began to unwind as their new ruler shut down additional plots and his family became a strong beacon of hope for the future of Esteria. There was, however, the problem with succession. He had two sons, so far, but each mother wanted her own son to become the crown prince. Inside of the newly-established palace grounds, a secret conflict raged on. Eventually, after years of debating and petty rivalry between the queens, Virian was proclaimed the rightful heir. With this decision made, Nimue banned her household, including her son's, from acknowledging themselves with Marianlei and Virian's household. And so, the boys grew apart.

Life on royal grounds was much different than life on clan soil. As Virian was treated differently, he began to notice as the years passed that the people around him weren't the same as before. If the person held no title or power, then he had no business associating with them in the first place. Instead of having time to play outside and practice magic with his friends, he was put into private lessons to be taught the traditional faith and the savvy political way of life.

Into this environment, Marianlei gave birth to a pair of twins-- a girl they named Gwendlilian and a boy given the name Theodred. As their big brother, Virian worked very hard to protect both of the twins, but especially Gwen. Born with an incurable illness, she lived throughout her early childhood in a chair, with no one but Virian to show her the pleasures of life. Often he skipped his lessons to play with her, sometimes even taking her out into their private garden grounds and teaching her how to ride on pegasuses. Through the court physicians care, Yanz, she learned to walk, meaning that the illness wasn't visible-- the pain, however, would never leave her be.

As the years grew on and the king's power began to dwindle, he began to marry off his children for alliances. First of all, he chose his only daughter to marry the oldest son of an influential lord that controlled most of the Tecumrial Waters, ruling from the undersea city of Tethrei. Deeming her too sickly and too young to be married off, Virian protested against the marriage only to be unceremoniously forced into engagement with another child of the influential lord himself instead of his sister. A mer-elf, her name was Nanai, and she was forced to leave the ocean and join Virian at the royal grounds. Both of them were only-- in a human 'age-range'-- 12.

Nanai's father, unexpectedly, began to cut off communication, and the subject of her dowry became a matter of national importance. Her dowry was almost the entire reason for the marriage, in the first place, so until that had been resolved the wedding was pushed back until further notice. Because of this, Nanai suddenly became a prisoner at her new home. Virian, too preoccupied with his own life, barely even noticed that Nanai was stuck there. Indeed, he almost forgot that they were even intended for one another. There was, however, someone else who did notice her presence and pitied her for it- Ellsar.

As seasons changed and the prince began to grow into his ears, the trade between Esteria and Earth began to grow. Humans began to arrive in Esteria, and elves went to Earth, too. During this time, peace seemed to prosper and both lands became richer with both knowledge and materials. One budding spring, a family arrived on royal lands as the husband and father was an advisor to the emperor of Japan. His daughter, with black raven hair and an adventurous spirit, caught the attention of a rebellious and stubborn prince Virian.

Du Lei-Wei ignored Virian at first, but that only made him more determined. As two teenagers with no care in the world, it seemed as though nothing mattered but them two. What they didn't know-- because they didn't care enough to notice-- was that a war was beginning to brew between the two kinds. By the time the war broke out, Virian's heart and mind belonged completely to Lei-Wei, so

[Background story is currently under construction. More will be added!]

 

 

 

【Life  on  Earth】

 
Haven arrived in the year 1378, Virian experienced a lot of our history first-hand. Because of this, he has endured much more than he'd ever admit and he has grown immensely because of that. His favourite place to stay has always been and will always be France, so that is the place he dwells within the most. But, because of troubling fact that to humans he seems quite immortal, he has to deal with the trouble of living countless different lives, eventually only to leave that area and not bother coming back for a few decades or so as a descendant of his former self. 
 
Through this strategy of always being a descendant, he has grown quite a powerful but secretive dynasty. Haven lived life as everything from a flamboyant court member to a reclusive artist, he has had his share of human life and enjoyments but never forgets where he comes from. Suffering greatly from being separated from his family for so long, he would leave in an instant if he could. For, you see, one day in Esteria is roughly equal to a whole month on Earth, so time moves painfully slow for Virian. He watches his friends deteriorate as he stays frozen. He has to endure the changes of time, all the while unable to know anything about the safety of his own land.
 
Despite the constant worry hanging over his head, Virian has long since decided to live his life on Earth to the fullest. In France, he owns multiple homes but prefers to stay at his manor just at the outskirts of Paris. He owns a few homes in the US, too, but always prefers to be at his penthouse in New York.
 
What job he holds simply depends on the time period and the roleplay at hand. But, whatever you do, don't expect the expected.
 
 
 
 
【Strengths】
 
As a high elf, magical blood courses through Virian's royal veins. Because of this, he holds some natural powers, but is also able to learn new ones if he puts in enough effort. His natural powers, however, will always be the strongest. For example, he has the ability to conjure objects to him with a simple snap of his fingers. He also carries the ability of telekinesis, invisibility, and levitation. Powers he has put in the time to learn are photokinesis, inflammation, and astral projection.
 
Other than magical forces, Virian also holds quite a lot of other strengths. He is fluent in multiple languages, an avid painter, plays the flute uncommonly well, and thinks quite quickly on his feet. In fact, his ability to improvise might be his most valuable asset of all.
 
 

【Ongoing Plots】 

𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 - Owe

𝙴𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 - Replied

𝙰𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚊 - Owe

𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚛 - Replied

𝙻𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 - Sent starter

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝙴𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕 - Owe

𝙲𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 - Owe

𝚁𝚎𝚢 - Replied

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  • City of Angels, 1947.

    A female on the frontline was unsightly, dangerous, and frankly unheard of. Det. Libby Blue; also named Liberty Marceline Foster prior to her induction into the force, was one of a handful of male responders to the gruesome scene that would undoubtedly become one of the greatest unsolved crimes in California, the Black Dahlia murder. Accompanied by two tall, well built gentlemen, Det. Blue took the lead, lowering into a crouched position in one fluid drop of her body. Her fingers poked and prodded the severed upper torso of the deceased, Elizabeth Short. But something wasn’t right with the body.

    Claw and tooth  marks around the severed flesh, punctures at the base of the cranium - something she’d familiarised herself with over the centuries. As the sharply dressed men around her sought answers among themselves, eyeballing one another and exchanging notes, some ogling at the Dahlia’s mutilated corpse. She was by far one of the most beautiful deaths Libby had ever laid eyes upon. The short, stocky frame of the lead detective, Martin Bolinski, idled alongside Libby, his chubby fingered hands stuffed deep inside the pockets of his pressed charcoal slacks.

    “Penny for your thoughts, Detective?” Det. Bolinski’s hoarse baritone rumbled alongside her. For a mortal the man sure did give Libby the heebie-jeebies.

    “Sir, this appears to be an animal attack.”

    Libby’s first impression of Elizabeth’s mutilated body was that of a savage animal attack. But the longer she observed the condition of the body, the quicker her opinion changed. Los Angeles wasn’t known for its supernatural communities, and those that were, remained hidden. Away from the prying eyes of the rest of the world.

    “What kind of animal would come this far into the city?”

    ‘A predator not of this world,’ she thought to herself. Those were details Libby kept to herself. For reasons which would come to light years from now. 

    -----

    Fast forward to the present day…

    Exiting from the left of the bulky black SUV, Liberty Blue steps onto the sidewalk, striking crystalline blue eyes sweeping the exterior of the nightclub, bored. Every crime scene was the same; an unnecessary amount of law enforcement, the blood, the body, the whole ‘Who done it’ scenario, collecting evidence, taking statements, yadda yadda yadda. A single hypnotic curl of her index finger and the vampire, accompanied by two of the department’s finest, strides towards the nightclub’s entrance, an air of confidence about her, and something else.

    “In here, ma’am.” One of the officers waves the detectives towards the bathrooms.

    Libby breezes on over with the other two detectives in two. Brainless buffoons, the both of them. This is why she’d remained unmated and unmatched to any man, mortal and immortal alike. A shake of her head, fingers loosening a few dense spirals of white-blonde from her forehead, she takes a stand beside the officer that had beckoned her over. They’re on the threshold of the bathrooms and the corridor leading back to the main floor. Crystal pools widen, transfixed on the body, the blood, the hellish scene that lay out before her. Something clicks, like a cinema reel replaying old memories, and a short, almost human exhalation of air springs from her lips. ‘Dahlia.’ she murmurs more to herself than the attending officer beside her.

    “Animal attack.”

    Libby states flatly, clearing her throat and pivoting on heel, ready to make her exit. The longer she stood there, staring at the mess, the more familiar with the scene she felt. A deep, personal attachment to the mutilated corpse, the torso severed just above the waist; female, blonde hair, brown eyes, slim but toned physique. Nothing like Elizabeth Short at all, but the way the body was positioned and that gruesome slit that stretched from ear to ear, the infamous Glasgow Smile.

    “I want the other detectives over here, now.”

    She states rather firmly, teeth bared. Not a single tapered canine to be seen on the woman, and yet her aura, or perhaps the auras of the nightclub had drawn her gaze. Libby’s pupils dilate and expand almost mechanically. There’s so many lateral aura lines interwoven within one another. The dance floor area was a tangled mess, like a ball of yarn or a pair of headphones. How one managed to get their headphone cords that tangled must’ve had pocket goblins, naughty little creatures they were. One aura line in particular came with a scent, the most potent of all the auras visible. This one particular aura threaded itself back out the nightclub’s doors.

    Refusing to stand around, waiting for the other two detectives to bustle on over, she glides away. Silent and unnoticed - until the officer peers around, confused and wondering how she’d gotten as far away from him without making a sound. One skeletal hand on the door, she thrusts it open just enough that her waspish frame slips through, a lazy glimpse backwards to make sure the other two hadn’t followed her out. A momentary distraction that would cause her to not watch where she’s going and with a thud! she manages to run into something softer than a support beam but still as hard as a body. One deep inhale and that scent has thickened. The trail ended right where she was standing.

    “My apologies.”

    Craning her neck, the tiny woman seeks out the face of the one whose aura had enticed her back out into the open.

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    TWO WEEKS LATER:

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                                The brunette stood in front of her full-length mirror, as if to give approval towards herself of the entire look she had going on for this meeting, or for her first day at work, in a new firm (whatever one wanted to call it).  From her hair, and that down do, to her professional, smart attire.  Even if there was little to no care for this moment well to some extent, she had to care for now, or it was her entire life and more exposed, and to her, this outfit screamed lawyer status.  It screamed a lot of things perhaps in the professional sense, but if the lawyer status came out on top and won, then that was all that mattered- Nothing more, nothing less.   Or, that and only that.  That meaning, whatever the meeting, or job entailed today, plus tomorrow and so on, the woman's duty was to knock it out the park, meaning to give it her all, day in, day out, no matter what.  Before her thoughts wandered off in their entirety to what her day ahead would bring, the woman's thoughts reverted back to yesterday.  And more significantly, this text from her soon-to-be boss. [The text]: " Hope you slept well, mademoiselle.  Some employees have been asking if you like daisies? Guess they wish to welcome you tomorrow.  You haven't forgotten our meeting, I trust. Tomorrow at 10 ;D "

                                The meeting, and her first work day, if it would roll into one, she had not forgotten, no.  In that moment, the woman was ready to depart her home in every sense of the word.  Tucked under her arm neatly was a folder filled with the necessary paper work, signed, and she ready to give it to him upon her arrival.  Everything in the disclosure statement with her soon to be job, read and agreed upon, it seemed.  As the brunette made final adjustments to her outfit, if any were to be made, she murmured to herself, as if she was responding to someone who had just spoken to her.  Yet, in reality, she was responding to the text that had come forward twenty-four hours ago. "I did sleep well, Monsieur.  And, no, I have not forgotten our meeting, nor will I be a no-show.  Daisies are not necessary, nor is anything really, but if that is how they welcome someone to your firm, then I'll accept it, and be grateful torwards them.  And, I'll see you all soon now."

                                Without wasting any time afterwards, the woman exited her apartment, carrying all the important paperwork, and necessities, before locking it behind her.  From there, she walked rather quickly, heading on out from the complex, and straight towards her waiting car.  Once it was unlocked, and she had slipped inside, the woman ensured everything was packed neatly on the passenger seat, as well as her seat belt fastened into place, before she then started the vehicle's ignition.  The drive towards her new work place, and soon-to-be office, it officially in progress.  How she was feeling about it all? Still bitter perhaps? Or, had she allowed herself enough time to think on it, balancing out the pros and cons, if there were even pros to this situation, for her alongside them? Shaking that off however, the woman didn't dare allow her thoughts to wander back to that- From thereon out, the only thing she kept in her sights was the road ahead plus the surroundings, with that being her one and only focus, up until her eventual arrival, at least.

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                                As the clock ticked from 9:58 to 9:59, the brunette's car had been parked, and she had exited it, to then lock it behind her.  If she stood out in that moment, perhaps Virian would have spotted her.  If not however, then he would see her soon enough, because she had indeed arrived for this meeting.  From there, with all the necessary paperwork on her, the woman took small, yet rather quick and meaningful steps as she somewhat hurriedly made her way towards the entrance, and then inside the firm's quarters.  The time then ticked over from 9:59 to 10:00, just as she spotted someone behind the desk, or rather they spotted her.  Or, perhaps it was both.  Without turning back now, a smile would be shown towards whomever her gaze landed upon, as she slowly approached them,tumblr_pckxh1uwOj1rvb1ddo4_500.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x

    "Good Morning, I'm scheduled for a meeting with your boss.  Please if you could tell him that I have arrived.  Isabelle Bordeaux is my name."

                                Little did she know that some, if not all had been told of her and this arrival of hers, yet patiently she watched the man who she had approached, to await his response.  A small though sincere smile held all the while in his direction.

     

  • Rey had been entranced by the house that she almost didn't hear when Virian replied and asked a question. "Oh! I'm Rey, it's nice to meet you," she said, extending her hand for him to shake. That was the customary greeting for Earth people, wasn't it? She hadn't been to this planet in a while, but it was fairly similar to some of the other worlds she had visited.

    Whether Virian shook her hand or not, Rey continued to look around the parlor. She still felt the pull of the crystals and tried to determine which direction they were in. However, before she did so, she thought that maybe it would be best to properly explain who she was and why she was here. "I'm with the Resistance, I was sent here to find what we believe to be some of the last Kyber Crystals left in the whole galaxy, maybe even the universe. If we were able to get them, they would be a great help in our fight against the First Order," she paused and tilted her head slightly. "Is....any of this making sense so far?" She asked, wondering if he even had the slightest idea what she was talking about. Rey tended to forget that not every planet was aware of this war, despite it's devastating effects.

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  • No love id love to continue? Maybe my reply didn’t go through, I’ll send another :)

  • Careful to not totally tumble down the hill, Malory slid down after Virian, already regretting leaving the giant camp. She wanted more time with the mammoths, she wanted to interact with one that was awake. But, time was something that they couldn’t afford to waste any more of. If Malory could possibly fight a dragon without sleep, she would forgo sleeping entirely to proceed with their mission. On the way back down the hill, they passed the tree that had grown out to save Malory, it’s three flowers that had bloomed already starting to die and bare fruit. Malory just rolled her eyes silently upon seeing it, not making a comment, but she was again thinking that Virian was being a show off. Well, it wasn’t like she didn’t know that already. 

    At the bottom of the hill once again, Malory took her sword back out of her belt—which she had put there for safe keeping on the way up the hill and hadn’t taken it out since—and looked to Virian. A genuine smile bloomed across her face. “They were beautiful, I thought. I’m actually surprised how well archeologists recreated them, but their three-d models and faux-fur statues...just aren’t the same. And the carvings on the tusks. Gods...they’re beautiful, amazing. I need to draw them as soon as I can, while they’re still fresh in my memory.”

  • //I humbly apologize for the long silence.. I do hope we might be able to plot?

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                                Following his final words, and actions, that warning or threat of sorts left the woman speechless.  Uncharacteristically so, yes, yet she could not help it.  For the longest of whiles, she simply said nothing, but offered him a displeased look of sorts, or perhaps it conflicted/concerned, or it a mix of the three. Yet, how long could she remain silent? How long should she remain silent? What choice did she have here, and now? How did she see herself getting out of this, and in what way could she get out of this, without the brunette herself exposing that part of herself and that former life, and in turn, how could she do it without destroying her new life here and now, and everything new she had worked so hard for? There was no way she could get out of this, and the silence she seemed to be offering him, she knew it would not help.  It was not helping whatsoever.  After what seemed liked forever, the woman cleared her throat, while averting her gaze elsewhere, it staring anywhere and everywhere else, except in his direction. Until of course, those shade of green-hazel hues once more looked his way, and rested solely into his direction.

    "You win, sir.  That's all I can say- In two weeks, we will meet again.  With these signed papers, or with a chance for us to talk about some terms and agreements, if not everything is to my liking within this document.  So.... I shall see you then?"

                                The brunette watched Virian closely somewhat, while awaiting what would be his final response, or near enough to it. Upon the two parting ways come the next few moments perhaps, it wouldn't be the last time she saw him, that was for certain.  And, it would not be the last he would see of her -- Just how their future meeting, or meetings and work agreement plus more would go, once it all went forward? That would be revealed come that day, yet for now, it this moment.  Only this moment - It had already been too long, this day and moment, so the sooner she could be alone, the better - That however, what would occur come the next few moments or even longer, all lay in his court, while she continued to wait for him, there being no other option to turn to.

     

  • Malory was no longer paying attention to the passage of time, too focused on observing the creature before her to worry about how much time she had. Despite how much she wanted to touch the tusks, Malory had enough sense to think that that might wake up the slumbering mammoth, and just let her fingers ghost over the surface instead, tracing the patterns in the air. She observed as much detail as she could, needing to remember it all for later when she sketched it out. Though, she was sure that Virian had some book on mammoths as well, with their own detailed drawings and descriptions, that Malory could take a look at, but it just wouldn’t be the same as drawing what she saw for herself. 

    Malory was struck with the want to show her brothers this, let them see a mammoth, a living one. With that want, though, came the need to go home, to be with her family again. She didn’t know how many days she had already been trapped here, but knew that they had several more to go before they’d have everything they’d need to get her back to Earth. For some reason, the thought of leaving made Malory feel a pang of hurt in her chest. Why was she pained about leaving? She wanted to leave! Needed to be with her family again. She must just be tired. Yeah, that’s it, tired. 

    Virian voice saying they needed to leave snapped Malory back to the present. Ignoring that weird pull inside her making her want to stay, she gave the mammoth one last stroke down it’s side before turning to Virian. “Yeah, you’re right. Lead the way, Vie.” She said as she headed back over to him, knowing they needed to go so they could reach the village before night. 

  • When it seemed at first that Virian wasn't going to let her in, Rey was already trying to think of ways to get inside without his permission. She was in the middle of considering a classic Jedi mind trick when he suddenly seemed a bit more welcoming. "Oh, thank you so much!" Rey said in delight as she walked past him to step inside the parlor.

    She took a moment to glance at her surroundings; having never been in such a large home before. Clearing her throat and looking back at Virian, she was very thankful he had decided to let her in after all. "It's a beautiful home, if you don't mind me saying so. Can I have your name?" She asked with a sincere smile.

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"Malory's confusion was to be expected, but the fall and the resulting act that followed it wasn't. If he had been able to speak more, Virian could've explained how ages in this realm were counted in a different way than any human would be used to, a…"
Apr 22
V i r i a n left a comment for Malory Grace-Spiderwick
""It should set us back nothing more than an hour, I say. Twenty minutes to go there, twenty to observe, twenty to get back to our path." As he spoke, Virian had closed his mason jar and packed it back into his backpack, taking one or two glances eas…"
Apr 21
V i r i a n left a comment for V i r i a n
"[ Aaaand I'm back! Will be replying to everyone throughout this weekend. Hope you have a lovely holiday, if you happen to celebrate Easter ^^ ]"
Apr 20
V i r i a n and Auna Darkwood are now friends
Apr 20
V i r i a n left a comment for V i r i a n
"[ Currently I just owe Malory (who I'll reply to sometime today since I have some time), but I won't be able to come back after that and reply to anyone (if anyone replies within that time lol) until the 20th. If you have holiday, like me, then have…"
Apr 12
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