Avary Cattegirn Blackthorne

[Avary Blackthorne]

Avary Cattegirn Blackthorne

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Characters Personal Information

Name: Avary Cattegirn Blackthorne
Gender: Male
Age: 24
True Age: 15,492
Hair Color: Sable
Eye Color: Amber
Skin Tone: Tanned
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 190
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Talent: Electromagnetic Psychokinetic Manipulation (EPM)
What Does It Do?: Avary’s Talent allows him to control the electric currents in the air around him and to manipulate them to perform his bidding; Avary’s abilities to utilize these currents allow him to control lightning in almost any aspect or form.
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What Are They Like?

Likes:
Food
Reminiscing
Comedy
Kindness
Cherise
Humans
Doing his own work
Violin
Weapons
Rainbows

Dislikes:
Chaos
Stupidity
Hubris
Abuse of power
Actions done out of spite
Coffee
Cynics

Turn Ons:
Blonde hair
Ribbons
Boobs
Dresses
Lace
Steadfast
Married
Maid Outfits
Virgins

Turn Offs:
Sluts
Males
Leather
Lack of Privacy


Nervous Habits:
Flips his hair constantly
Starts muttering
Will start to do squats

Fears:
Losing his family members
All civility being lost
Becoming obsolete
Losing his favourite clothes

Appearance:
Avary is exceptionally attractive for his age, as expected of a denizen of Wonderland. He has amber gold eyes that glint like metal whenever light reflects off of them, and within their depths is contained a wealth of knowledge, visible to any who would dare stare into their depths. Avary has a very angular face, with high cheekbones, smooth cheeks, and a somewhat large, pointed nose. On the lower part of his left cheek, he has an ‘x’ scar that makes him look even more experienced than normal. His eyes themselves have thick lashes and contain a slight slant to them, though His ears are small, though they contain a slight point to them, and both are pierced with small silver earrings. Avary’s brows are thin and trimmed, as black as the night, with a slight upward curvature in the middle of each brow.

Avary’s hair is as sable as his brow, and it is generally fairly wild and untamed most of the time. He has several strands that are rebellious from the flow of the rest of his hair, and unlike the others, which spike backwards, these straight going up and then down, giving him a small antennae of hair that is constantly sticking out. Just beyond his antennae, he has a small cluster of hair that sticks straight up, and the rest spikes straight backwards and down, and it continues for an inch or two past his shoulders. Sometimes, on very rare, very formal occasions, Avary is capable of taming these wild and unruly locks and combing them all back into a single ponytail; though the antennae remains, as there is no feasible method for taming its rebellious spirit.

Avary stands at about 6’1”, and while he is not heavily built for his size, he still has an impressively athletic build, indicating that he does do a fair bit of work. His shoulders are not broad, but they aren’t slight, either, and his arms are slightly longer than average; while this gives him a longer reach while at the dinner table, they serve no real purpose. His legs are long, and his thighs and calves are just as muscled as his arms, abdomen, and chest, which gives him a body that most might be envious of. He narrows down at the waist, and his hips have a slight, natural curve to them, and his buttocks are just as tight as the rest of his body. His feet are large, but no bigger than average for his height and body size.

Like his children, Avary possesses a set of large, intimidating wings that he generally keeps hidden from sight underneath his shirts or jackets, and he has a harness that can be attached to them to make them even more compact than usual. Both are feathered, but the one on the left is of the purest white and the one on the right, of the deepest black. Each one is six feet long, and several feet white, and while they enable him to fly, he often doesn’t utilize them and most people aren’t even aware that he has wings.

Avary’s clothes are generally pretty sophisticated, made of silk with intricate embroidery upon them and designed to be loose and comfortable, and also not to emphasize any part of his physical build. These are generally blue and red in colouring for the shirts, and gray and black for the pants, and each garment has a vast number of pockets upon it, usually with a minimum of three. Oftentimes, the shoes he’ll wear will be slippers, in a fashion, over silken socks of the purest white; and usually, he’ll have a small, ornately designed short sword at his side, merely because of his love of weapons.

Avary’s favoured set of clothes, and usually the ones he wears whenever he actually leaves the Blackthorne Manse are old and worn, and have seen thousands of years of wear and tear, yet they are still durable and serviceable, and they’re the only pair of clothes that Avary actually likes. For his shirt, Avary wears a ribbed, sleeveless turtle-neck, dark blue in colour and of thick fabric. Over this, he wears a brown harness with a slot for his massively ornate sword, a metal stomach guard in the front, and a battered and scarred metal pauldron upon his left shoulder. He wears dark, leather gloves that are soft and supple at the same time, to prevent any calluses he could acquire whilst working or wielding his unwieldy sword for some unknown reasons. His pants are loose and voluminous, and are of the same colour and material as his shirt, though they narrow down at his feet, and are tucked into his dark leather combat boots, with laces and one-inch soles.

Overall, Avary provides an intimidating image to the outside world, whether he’s dressing for leaving his house, or he’s dressing to just hang out around the house. His hair is messy and black, he’s ruggedly handsome with a scar, and he’s also got a pair of experienced clothes to make himself look even more suitable for combat, and he looks capable of holding his own in just about any athletic activity. Avary, having been doing so for more than ten millennium, pulls off tall, dark, and handsome very well.



Personality:
Avary is what most would consider to be obsessed with honour. He believes that it is a big part of one’s life, and one should never compromise their own personal code of honour. He’s never been one to enforce an honorific code upon others, but he always thinks better of them should they be in possession of one. His own code of honor is to always be the best that he can be, and to stand up for those who cannot fight for themselves, and to also never take advantage of those that may be less fortunate than he. Likewise, he does not hold pity for them should they be less fortunate and trying to do nothing to improve their situation; he is also a firm believer in people paving their own ways, and never explicitly asking for help.

Avary has a wry, ironic sense of humour, and he usually speaks any sarcastic comment that come to mind in a battle of the wits, sometimes a bit more forceful than he should. Having lived for literally thousands of years, Avary has decided that despite his love of weaponry, he could care less for the purpose they’re used for, and generally tries to avoid conflict via a diplomatic skill developed by A) living for so long and B) having been married for over ten thousand years. He also has a tendency to tease people he likes, though there’s a playful tone in his voice that makes it usually impossible to take his teasing for anything but.

Avary loves eating. There is hardly a day that goes by when he doesn’t stuff himself with as much food as he can find within his house; as a result, his human generally does an impressive job of hiding it from his eyes, but with his nose, Avary sniffs it out and gorges. Despite how much Avary eats, he manages to stay slim and built by constantly exercising; and his particular favourite is squats; he does just as many squats a day as he takes bites of food.

Avary is generally very kind, and random acts of kindness are performed throughout the day, even on those where he never even bothers to leave the house. In addition to being kind, Avary has managed to stay cheerful and optimistic throughout his many years, and will always cheer on those he cares about, or just be smiling and making happy statements about anything and everything; the only thing he likes less than someone who doesn’t try is someone who has given up altogether.

To go right along with his optimism, Avary is a very outgoing fellow, and can easily be described as “touchy-feely,” though not in the sensual fashion; Avary is just as likely to one-arm tackle somebody from behind and give them a noogie than to walk up and just say ‘hi.’ This manner, again, is only applied to those he knows well, and only against males; he would be absolutely appalled with himself were he to do such a thing to a female. While he believes in the fact that everyone can try hard for themselves, he maintains a bit of the old fashioned chauvinism in that he expects less out of women, and will consequently be more likely to aid them than males.

A part of Avary that not many know, however, is that before he was a married, devoted man, he used to be quite a Casanova, and would constantly go out just to find women to sleep with. While he no longer does such a thing, he does constantly flirt with many women, if only to agitate his wife at times; though sometimes there seems to be a spark of sincerity in his eyes when he presents a rose to a woman…


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How Their Life Is / Was

[/color]Father: Aquila Blackthorne - Deceased
Mother: Anika Blackthorne - Deceased
Sibling/s: None that he would care to speak of
Familiar: Aiolus – The rainbow-tinted Unicorn

Aiolus is a pure white steed, about 17 hands high with a one and a half foot long swirled horn that, at its utmost point, is sharp enough to bring blood with a mere brush up against it. Aiolus’s mane is a beautiful cascade of white hairs, though when the light hits it, it begins to sparkle in the very colours of the visible spectrum, as does the hair all over his body. Aiolus is brimming with muscle and can run exceptionally fast, though it hardly ever proves this fact because, like its master, its favourite past-time is eating, and its only exercise is chasing after Avary’s female mares. Aiolus almost always comes running whenever Avary whistles for him.

History: Avary Cattegirn Blackthorne was born to Aquila and Anika Blackthorne, and they were truly peculiar beings for boogies; despite the boogies’ tendencies to make humans their slaves, they did nearly the opposite; they seemed to serve the humans, more often that not, and Avary found this remarkable unique and different as compared to the way others worked. But, alas, Aquila managed to get himself killed in an accident while Avary’s body was still growing, leaving him the man of the house.

Avary was a kind master, and, like his parents, believed that humans deserved better than most boogies treated them; and that what his kind did to theirs was nothing short of bigotry and the foreshadowing of a long, long fall from grace. Avary did not choose any humans for himself, leaving them for his mother and resolving to make a human his own in his own way; proving to the whole of Wonderland that he was going to be a fitting boogie.

When he became old enough, he left his family home, the Blackthorne Manse, behind, hoping to catch his own human and only rely on that single one. He was 18 at this time, and for a denizen of Wonderland, that was exceptionally young. He was optimistic that his first foray into the human land would be fortuitous, and right he was; that first foray was also his last. During the night, he came across a rather crude gathering of abodes and snuck into several, looking at the humans inside and pondering. They were all dirty, but there wasn’t much to be expected; they were behind the boogie world several thousands of years in technology, and he doubted most even knew how to wash. Despite this, in one of the abodes, he found one of the most beautiful and enchanting humans he had ever seen; and yet she was so young, too. Immediately, Avary developed a crush on her, and n not being much of one for subtlety, he merely picked her up right then and there, and took her back to Wonderland.

It was at this time that Avary’s life entered an interesting cycle of sorts for two thousand years; much of the time, he spent sleeping around and spending the Blackthornes’ money on who knows what, and also spending time with his human. He also managed to earn a little money on the side by driving off and hunting beasts, which also developed his skills with his massive sword. He purchased himself a humble abode to live out of, and he came to appreciate the allure of weaponry on a whole. He was wholly interested in their design and how they could be used for decoration, but he was not at all thrilled with what their purpose was; and there were also nightly forays into the human worlds for cheap thrills, but never to claim another human.

When he was 2,018 years old, Avary received a letter that his mother had committed suicide; it was a depressing letter to receive, but he hadn’t been all that close to his mother, and that meant he could ditch his humble abode and go claim the Blackthorne Manse as his dwelling place of choice. He packed his bags, put some clothes on Chara, and moved into his family homestead. And his activities proceeded a whole lot of the same until Avary decided to go out and tame himself a fierce beast, which ended up with him having one of the more unique Familiars in Wonderland; a white, rainbow-tinged unicorn with a mean streak as long as the fields it ran. Plus, it loved the mares.

Avary met his wife, Cherise, at the age of 5,326, and, while he deeply cared for Chara, he knew that what he felt for Cherise was, without a doubt, true love. Not only was she the most radiantly beautiful being Avary had ever seen, but she was just as kind as he himself was, and cared deeply for humans. They got married before Avary hit 5,330, and Avary’s life began to involve less sleeping around, and less nightly forays into the human world; a married man has to have some respect, after all. And when Avary hit 5,625, his life changed even more.

During this year, Avary’s only son (At least, that he is aware of and is legally his son), Tristan Denai Blackthorne, was born. Avary had never been a father, and he hadn’t had one for very long, but he tried to do his best by his son, and by his own standards, Tristan turned out pretty well. Catching humans was still a way of life at this time, and while most were gluttons and took as much as they could get their filthy paws on, Avary taught Tristan to never take more than was needed, and not only that, but also to treat them right; they weren’t mindless animals, as some boogies thought; they were more tender than boogies, and required care if they were to be kept from breaking.

Avary raised him for a long while, and when his son began to show the qualities of a true individual of honour, Avary made him an offer to acquire any human that Tristan would like; Tristan need only point them out as they traveled the human world, and Avary would claim them for him. Much to Avary’s surprise, however, and it instilled in him a great sense of pride and respect for his son, Tristan declined Avary’s offer; claiming that it wouldn’t mean anything were Avary to do it for him. Tristan left the Blackthorne Manse that day, and, for a time, Avary did not hear from Tristan again.
Avary messed around a little bit on the side, but for the most part, he was a faithful husband, and a working supporter; he invested in “stocks,” and sold them where they might be bought at a higher price; or, he merely kept them for a time where they would, in fact, sell for many more. It was around this time that Avary began to learn that Tristan caught humans, only to sell them to the market. As much as it pained him to know that it was going on, he realized it was more of an honour and pride thing than he would care to admit, and thus, did not try to intervene or chastise his son.

But what surprised Avary most was the fact that Tristan had fallen in love with a human. While he had done something similar (And Chara still stuck around to this day) but not quite so extreme, he had not expected for his son to do something so alike to him; in fact, he’d expected full-out rebellion and that Tristan might even start to hate humans; this result, however, was more than satisfactory for Avary, and seeing the smile on Tristan’s face was all Avary needed to give them his blessing. And then the darker, more sinister side of Wonderland reared its ugly head, and Avary witnessed his son having to bury his love; while his son was now lacking an eye, Avary doubted that was the most damaged part of his body, and Avary could do nothing but watch from afar. Tristan had left his sword by the grave of his love, and Avary, not wanting such a thing to be left beside the grave of such a delicate thing or for the sword itself to become worn or rusted, mounted it above one of his many fireplaces.

Avary continued to get news of Tristan, though life started to crawl by at a slower pace than before, though Avary still spent time with Chara, Cherise, and the occasional girls on the side. And after a few thousand years more, he had another child; this one by the name of Rosaline Aryane Blackthorne, he spoiled her somewhat more than he had Tristan, but he had raised her with the same goal in mind; and she turned out fairly well, though she tended to be a bit vain while picking them, which resulted in having to take several humans, as they generally died or were stolen.

And then Rosaline began to hear about her brother, Tristan. He would also tell he stories about her, and even showed her Tristan’s sword; and her reaction was, as he thought would be normal, respect for her older brother, and admiration. He also let her go to market occasionally, as he was often too lazy to leave the house but wanting of more supplies.

Several thousands of years had passed, and Rosaline had found a somewhat… nice boogie known as Gusan. He was decent enough company, though for some reason, Avary didn’t like him all that much; and he didn’t even know why. He proposed, she’d agreed, and Avary went all-out on Rosaline’s marriage. Only, at the last minute, she’d gotten cold feet and left Gusan at the altar. Not only did Avary have to deal with Gusan, but upon returning home, Rosaline and Tristan’s sword were both gone. Flabbergasted, Avary was amazed at how odd both of his children were. And his life remains to be uneventful; sleeping around, stocks…

Roleplaying Sample: Avary Blackthorne narrowed his amber gaze upon the sleeping figure of his wife, Cherise as he stood beside his bed, having just woken up and decided to go to the market. He couldn’t help but feel a particular swelling in his chest when he gazed upon her, and even now, after all these years, he still did not regret marrying her. Which was a shock for most married couples.

Avary shook his head, getting out of his revelry and walking across the cold, marble floor to his wardrobe. He opened it quietly, and gazed in side of it. In there was his favourite outfit, one he’d worn for so long that wearing anything was usually the epitome of awkward. Without a sound, he reached in and started getting dressed; first some undergarments, then the pants and socks, shirt, boots, gloves, harness and pauldron. He left the master bedroom and went to go hunt down Chara.

His eyes fell upon her and again, that same feeling emerged; not as powerful, but still the same altogether. Avary felt a smile creep onto his face as he kissed her head gently; she was still sleeping and he’d decided not to wake her, after all. Making his way into his big, fancy kitchen, Avary took the time to cook himself, Chara, Cherise and her human some breakfast; and ended up eating all of it.

Despite this, he didn’t take the time to prepare anymore; and as he walked towards the massive doors of the Blackthorne Manse, he reached beside the door and grabbed his trusty sword; he had never named her, but she had always served him well. Placing the blade upon his back, he pushed both doors open, looked around, smelled the air, walked down the steps leading up to his mansion, and whistled.

Aiolus came running from around the corner of the large building at exceptional speeds, only to rear up just in front of Avary as he kept walking, and Avary merely grinned at the unicorn. He’d interrupted something and the unicorn wasn’t too happy about it. Regardless, he was too lazy to walk, and Aiolus definitely looked like he needed the exercise. Avary jumped up and landed light on Aiolus’s saddle-less back, his baggy pants falling all around the creature’s sides and Avary patted the side of its neck.

“Ride, Aiolus!” And ride Aiolus did; and so commenced one of the many contests between unicorn and boogie; constantly, the creature would attempt to get Avary off of its back, and it had only succeeded once, to this day… But Aiolus was being more than a little feisty than usual, and, as Avary began to settle down, Aiolus almost screeched to a halt. And Avary’s eyes grew wide.
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A Bit About You

Name: Merlin
Age: 16
Experience: 6 years
How you found the site: Tristan’s idea