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Author Topic: Endevar Ranosi  (Read 2398 times)

Description: Warlord Prince. Red to Black. Played by Bowie.

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Endevar Ranosi
« on: Mar 27, 17, 12:22:09 AM »
The Basics

Character Name: Endevar Ranosi
Nicknames: Gabriel Decasta (Hayllian identity), Gabe, End, "Endy"
Age and Birth Year:  76, Born 117 AP
Race:  Eyrien
Caste:  Warlord Prince
Birth Territory: Gravesend, Askavi, Terreille
Home Territory: Gravesend, Askavi, Terreille (was Draega, Hayll, Terreille)

Birthright Jewel: uncut Red
Offering Jewel: cut Black

Role: Lost Ruler
Faction: None

Appearance

Play By: Bruno Santos (the model, not the MMA guy)
Distinguishing Features: In most aspects, the gold-skinned and gold-eyed Warlord Prince seems stoic in his appearance and his ways. He is a man of recent years, by the healthy glow of him, but clearly a man even so, with carved cheekbones, a strong chin and a face that seems incapable of a smile. While he was perhaps once a stripling of a noble, even with his interest in horses and dueling, he has been suddenly and significantly made firmer by the recent struggle in a harder land. By those demands placed so heavily upon him by his newfound position, especially given the deficits he has to overcome.

The ruler of Askavi, after all, has no wings.

Even so, he is decidedly a handsome man, who with what he has seen in these last years has gone from miming the actions of nobility to commanding respect and obeisance with a look and a harshly barked word. Reflected in how he stands and moves, he moves with severity and certainty - so long as he is certain. But when not, his form is clear with hesitation and the innocence still inside of his coming-of-age and feelings of betrayal. With one foot forward into this alien and strange land that remains so unwelcoming to him, hesitant to pull his other leg forward into its next step.

The most distinct feature he possesses, however, is clearly his eyes. Intense and burning with a distinct and often unsettling fire, there is where the darkness resides in him - his soul reflected through his eyes casts clear the Darkness' favor, full of a depth and a passion that can hardly be denied, hard to stare into and harder yet to tear away from. Of all his powers, his stare remains his strongest, and is the primary reason he is still alive in a world where to lose your wings is to beg next for death.

None challenge the Black Prince of Askavi once, despite their flustering, he levels his eyes upon them.

Personality



Personality:
Lively. Confused. Guilty. Responsible. Furious. These are all terms that readily describe the Prince once named Decasta.

He is a conflicted man, who has struggled in hiding for what felt like eternity, to determine exactly who he is; far from his own pampered origins now, Endevar - or Gabriel - or whoever he is, is more than a little adrift in soul. He understands what, ultimately, he needs to do, but he struggles with the Hows and Whys.

Coming into his own despite his own worries and hesitancies, he has a vibrancy of spirit and intention that is somewhat infectious. Optimistic and dedicated, he is a stalwart friend and stubborn enemy to those who have earned those titles of him. There is a spirit of adventure and of duty to him that is hard to ignore, and despite himself, he often epitomizes that Warlord Prince aspect of a leader and a general.

And he yearns, desperately, to become that which the world deserves. Yearns to be this Endevar the people expect of him, and not the Gabriel he was. Understanding the weight of what he is, and of what he could be, he struggles to be that which the world needs of him. Worried that he isn't strong enough, he still strains to be that thing; strong. unflinching. responsible. More than a man. It is a lot to demand of himself, and yet he demands still more.

Likes:
  • Craft. The basic concept of influencing the world around one is an exciting and endlessly engaging idea.
  • Physical exercise.
  • The Askavan Land. He loves the untamed nature far more than the cities of his upbringing, an instant familiarity.
  • Prepared food. Particularly the most well prepared; of his roots, this is the most constant - he enjoys succulent feasts. A contrast to his instantly taking to Askavi... he did not instantly take to its cuisine.
  • Making a genuine difference in the lives around him. As with Craft, he enjoys positively influencing the world around him.
Dislikes:
  • Two-faced politicians. His history with the same is deep.
  • The Decastas, Candelarias and the Edelbertoses. The Ranosis are okay.
  • Hayll, and all those who serve its viper-nest.
  • Traditionalists who cannot see their own follies when traditions fail.
Fears:
  • Being manipulated. Due to his convoluted origins, this has infected most aspects of his life - even the idea of romance worries him considerably, careful not to be 'used'.
  • Turning. With the reflection of the other Dark Jeweled horrors of history, such as the most recent Witch, he knows just what his existence could mean and is terrified of it.
  • Small, cramped areas. A phobia which is tied to a developmental memory long repressed.
Craft Strengths:
  • Travel craft. Both Web and otherwise, he never knew until it suddenly made great sense, why he so completely loved the freedom of movement.
  • Counter craft. Having avoided much combatives due to fear, he mastered instead the ability to redirect and negate, making him a mediator instead of the warrior he'd still inevitably become.
Craft Weaknesses:
  • Illusory craft. The subtleties of deceiving the senses never was a mastery for the Prince.
  • Mind craft. Divining thoughts and secrets, exploring memories and commanding psychically, it was never well honed, considering those who taught him kept from him deep secrets and intentionally undereducated him in their exploration.
Life Story


Family:
Birth Mother: Savian Dakane-Ranosi, Green to Red Queen (Deceased)
Birth Father: Cosivar Ranosi, Summer Sky to Green prince (Deceased)
Birth Uncle: Tasiar Dakane, Purple Dusk to Sapphire Warlord Prince (Deceased)

'Adoptive' Mother: Isabela Edelbertos-Candelaria, Tiger Eye to Rose Black Widow*
'Adoptive' Father: Carlos Decasta, Opal to Red Prince (Deceased)
'Step' Father: Ignacio Candelaria, Summer Sky to Opal Warlord Prince*
'Step' Mother: Renata Maris-Decasta, Yellow to Rose Queen*
Presumed Sibling: Senon Decasta, "Brother", Opal to Sapphire Warlord* (age 73, born 115 AP)
Daughter: Drusilla Decasta, Summer Sky to Opal Witch* (age 21, born 171 AP)

*- Adoptable per Family Rolls
History:
As far as he knew, he was born Gabriel Decasta. His friends, and his mom, always called him Gabe. And his life was a fascinating one. He was a star child of Hayll, who looked slightly different than his parents, both in regional nationality as well as hair and facial characteristics, but nothing that anyone ever suspected the truth. Not even the one man who should have thought to check up. No. All Gabriel knew was his mother loved him, his father was exceedingly demanding, food tasted delicious, friends were loyal, his parents always fought, and that his eighth birthday changed everything. On his eighth birthday, the Warlord Prince was found to wear the Red. The rarest of Birthrights. He was the most dangerous of castes, some thought, and born of its darkest jewel.

Friends were no longer loyal but scared; other children who once were foes now did all they could to convince him of their friendship. It had all changed in one day, and he wished, suddenly, that he wasn't grown up and eight years old. He didn't realize it would only get worse from there.

The friends were only the start. His parents, on the outskirts of being aristos, realized the prize they held in this young man, and grew fractious over what to do with him - although for reasons he wasn't wholly aware. His mother defended him, his father demanded him. Eventually, they split, and both remarried. He was remanded primarily to his mother's, but his father saw fit to constant teachings and interruptions in his life.

Despite this broken home, it was true; his very existence exalted his family's prestige, as the possibilities weighed heavily. They received consideration. And in turn, he received schooling. Trained well in the ways of Protocol and Court, he was skilled in everything needed, from hosting guests, to winsol, to the boardroom, to the bedroom. Well groomed for the life ahead.

He was a strong young man, groomed and well to do, by the time he Descended to the Black. The gasps that echoed around the room were significant the next time he appeared in courtly attire, his jewel lovingly hung at his neck in its cradled jewelry. His parents had become damned near insane with their renewed fighting, despite divorce. It became increasingly clear to Gabriel, as he still thought his name, that his father was trying to use him. So, too, did it come out that his step-father was having similar designs upon rocketing their career by his own.

His mother, drunk after a fight, whispered words that he could not forget. "Should've spared you 'stead of kept you. He was right. Never shoulda stole you. Stupid stupid." Drunken, she collapsed. And uncertainty of the mystery flashed through his mind. Desperate for an answer, he raced across existence to find his father, in his own home, and broke through the door in a mere blink of his power, restraint allowing the house to survive it. His demands were quick and concise.

His father was reticent; but he obliged, after being thrown through a wall and nearly choked by an extension of Endevar's will and fury. "Aren't our boy," he confessed. "Eyrien whelp. She-- she wanted a son, we thought -- we thought we could ... have a family. Pl--please don't kill me--" it didn't take much more convincing to have the man spill the rest of the story, and it all suddenly made sense.

Years ago, before his birthright, he was a small babe. Clueless, but loved to fly about, long before he was supposed to know how. He was ambling, aware, as the carriage jostled and they traveled towards Ebon Askavi, to request words with the custodians of the Keep, perhaps. They were the Queen and Consort of Askavi. To plead for help in trying times. They were ambushed. Slain in surprise by a small brigand band of mercenaries. Of which his 'mother' and his 'father' belonged. She convinced him to raise the child with her, as they were unable to conceive. He relented... and was glad for it. To see how strong his son had become.

He didn't even know his name yet. All he knew was the name of the Queen and Consort of Askavi some decades before. He asked who hired him. He refused to tell. Nearly killing him, his 'father' relented; the Warlord Prince of Askavi. His uncle. Begging for his life, Endevar slew him and returned to Askavi.

There, he met with his uncle. The man, at first, had no idea what was going on, but was soon clearly informed. Shocked, he informed Gabriel what his name was; Endevar Ranosi. The lost son of Askavi. The fight that followed was unprecedented and horrifying. Endevar, untrained in war, proved himself well and slew an ancient Eyrien Warlord Prince in combat, with guards assailing him, with his focused fury and the Black's descent.

The truth was sussed out, the conspiracy discovered, and Endevar even absolved of his actions. He demanded he set this straight; that, as his bloodline had been tarnished, he demanded he be able to set things right, to steer Askavi straight again until a suitable Queen might be found, strong enough to weather the storm.

"The storm?" they laughed. "At least their wings hold them aloft," they spoke, to the man who realized now, more clearly than ever, what those scars traced down his back represented.

"My teeth have not been removed," the Warlord Prince declared, as his glare cast across the Court. "Nor my nails any less claws. Come against me, if you find me unworthy. Come. COME!"

No man stepped forward. And Askavi, the shamed territory once grand, found itself led by a neutered Eyrien alien to his own people. For at least the first few years. Over time, over decades, he became strong. Became fast. Learned the blades. Learned the dance. Mastered, more, Askavi, a world still foreign to him despite his life there.

But a responsibility he did not wish to surrender.

Time passed, strife grew, conflict internal and external to the lands he ruled. Threats to the land both native and foreign were being managed as best they could be given their severity, the reins tight even in the grip of his power's influence, when his wishes mattered for naught. Alerted to a daughter he had never known, a lock of hair offered to prove the blood singing to blood, and guide father to daughter.

Promising to return in a fortnight, he never returned. Until now, a young woman in tow, and an even deeper darkness in his eyes.


Show Us What You've Got

Character in Play:
She was not exactly 'attractive', he considered hesitantly as he followed her, not by classical definitions. But the light-jeweled Priestess before him exuded a calm understanding that was in its own ways clearly dazzling, palpable motherliness that was radiant in its beauty and simplicity. Trust was felt to a stranger he had met only moments before, his hands attempting to hide the set of jewels he possessed as he approached, having asked both his sets of parents to leave him be and let him tend this on his own, his first act as a man. It took a moment, before he removed his clothes, discarded them, and protected for a moment from sight the Red jewel he had under his shirt. She had stated to have the jewel laid beside him, in contact with his flesh, and he obeyed, allowing her the sight - and he was relieved to see her unphased. "There is no hiding it," she told him simply, and he felt a little guilty that he tried to.

"I was scared you might not want to, if you knew... with the history..." Gabriel permitted, looking askance, as she began to set the scene, herbs and oils set into their places, both around him and upon him with a loving dedication to her craft and ritual.

"Shhh," she bid him to sleep, and he obeyed again, his eyes closed as he struggled to ease his heartbeat, scared of allowing another human to find him so vulnerable, and even more terrified of what he might find when he awoke. Terrified and yet hopeful, knowing what it could mean, understanding its responsibility but also its influence. It was a tool entrusted by the Darkness, and it could be enough to make a powerful difference... and so it was a heavy weight that he had to hope he could bear.

His thoughts, his worries, it all surrendered to morpheus as the abyss welcomed him. Deep into its bosom he was thrust, flung body and soul into the reaches of black. The sight of the darkness around him, the Darkness within him, burned away, its harsh hues of fire paling and burning colder, colorless, first light, and then slowly that light diminished until, still frozen in its heat, he could see nothing - there was no sight in such darkness, in such Darkness, and he would wake up with a gasping sweat, having emerged from the depths of his jewels... to find the darkest upon him, the deepest and darkest of jewels pressed into his chest, the Black resting in the groove of his muscles, his hand moving to clasp around it uncomfortably.

"...it's still night," he whispered quietly, looking at the moon as it shone upon him in a similar light as it did the night before, reeling from the experience, the heady rush, the strain of his soul to bear the weight.

"Not the same night," she informed him calmly, as she snuffed out the candles that burned down in his offering.

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Player Name: Bowie

Why did this character became inactive? Largely due to life events that pulled me away from being able to commit regularly. Mental health primarily!

What will you do to prevent this character from becoming inactive again? Well first and foremost, he only became inactive because  I left. I loved this guy. And so long as I'm back, he will get play. That said, I'm excited by Discord's ability to tag me to pay more attention!

[/b]What are your plans for this character?[/b] Quite extensive but with room to grow! First, he will return to Askavi, Terreille with a great deal of explanation for where he has gone and been and seek to mend whatever damage has been done in his absence. I've worked with Nicole and Gavin and Petrichor and Dani on several angles of his return. He will be overall causing great irritation through his very existence, as he bulls through the plans ahead.








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Re: Endevar Ranosi
« Reply #1 on: Mar 27, 17, 12:44:38 PM »
Ready for review, I suppose?

I added some history, otherwise this is as-finished prior. Name / jewels pending for a new character spawned of his absence storyline, but that'll be clarified in that application, I expect.

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Re: Endevar Ranosi
« Reply #2 on: Mar 28, 17, 11:19:04 AM »
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Re: Endevar Ranosi
« Reply #3 on: Aug 28, 17, 02:02:06 PM »
You know, let's make some of these mythical relatives have actual jewels they can be adopted with.

Can I get five family rolls on this guy who's never had 'em?

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Re: Endevar Ranosi
« Reply #4 on: Aug 28, 17, 02:23:04 PM »
Your five Family Rolls...

1. Yellow - Rose
2. Summer Sky - Opal
3. Tiger Eye - Rose
4. Opal - Sapphire
5. Summer Sky - Opal
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Re: Endevar Ranosi
« Reply #5 on: Aug 28, 17, 02:35:31 PM »
Updated. Perfect, thanks!

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Re: Endevar Ranosi
« Reply #6 on: Dec 02, 17, 03:45:13 PM »
I would like to use my Dark Ally (Adoptable) roll on Endevar.

Thank you.

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Re: Endevar Ranosi
« Reply #7 on: Dec 02, 17, 04:05:53 PM »
Your Dark Ally was Weighed by Mother Night...

...and risen from the Darkness twice blessed with an uncut Opal Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Sapphire Jewel at your Offering.

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Re: Endevar Ranosi
« Reply #8 on: Feb 02, 18, 11:46:40 AM »
Congratulations!


Endevar has been blessed with Advanced Social Craft.

You may add this specialty to this character's existing Craft Strengths section, with an accompanying Craft Weakness for balance.
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Re: Endevar Ranosi
« Reply #9 on: Dec 04, 18, 08:33:12 PM »
Per 2018 Thanksgiving Shop Adoptable Dark Ally Roll:

Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with an uncut Blood Opal Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Red Jewel at your Offering.

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Re: Endevar Ranosi
« Reply #10 on: May 04, 19, 03:16:05 PM »
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