Scales sharp shards of onyx
Skin of shadowed moonlight
Soul cold and distant as the sky

THE BASICS

Known as : Soleil Heroux de Beremont
Draconic Name : Athear ("Celestial")
Race : Dragon (Shapeshifter)
Gender : Male
Age : Appears to be mid 30s
Height : 7'1" (216cm)Coloring :
Midnight coloured hair.
Amethyst right eye. Summer Blue left eye.
Onyx horns, scales and tail.
Skin similar to moonlit shadows.Personality :
Cold and distant to all except a handful. Though often polite to strangers, one should not mistake this for anything but meaningless adherence to social protocols.For the few who he can count on one hand, he can be warm and passionate, forward and flirtatious, protective and adoring, scheming and manipulative. He is however, very possessive and prone to jealousy towards the one he cares about.Notable features :
Very long dexterous tail trails along the ground.
Two pairs of forward facing horns.
Right amethyst is a Dragon's Eye. Left blue eye is a mortal eye.
Twins if you undress him far enough.Clothing and accessories :
Dresses mainly in elegant cut black outfits. He has a particular love for vests - generally in black, either very soft fine leather or silk.Often seen wearing a gold brooch with House Heroux's crest with more formal attire. Always wears a long gold chain underneath his clothing with a pendant that looks to be made of a golden scale set with a flawless red ruby.Wears a signet ring on his ring finger of his left hand - gold with a little dragon design upon it. On the inside of the band of this ring are scratched the words "MINE" and "YOURS". (This ring was destroyed.)

ORIGINS

Early Life in the Churning Mists :
Born and raised in the Churning Mists as one of Nidhogg's brood, Athear's entire early life was drowned in the never ceasing rage of his Sire. There was only endless blood and vengeance, another's hate coursing through his veins, demanding the rending of mortals between sharp teeth and claws. What could not be devoured was thrown like trash upon the horde's many trophy piles, a glittering, grotesque testament to the thousand year war between Dragon and Man.Death of a Sire / Awakening :
The defeat and passing of Nidhogg, body and his lingering shade, passed in the blink of an eye. Suddenly there was no longer the ever constant need to hunt, to prey on those mortals, to make them hurt, make them bleed. For the first time, he could think thoughts of his own, feel desires of his own. It was like waking from a centuries long nightmare to a new day where everything was not coloured in blood. For a time, there was exploration and freedom, hunting with his broodmates, taking long fights with the dark lanners that also called the Arey home. Yet those days also passed in the blink of an eye, and he found himself visiting those thousand year old trophy piles, where blood stained treasures laid. Fleeting memories and heart wrenching emotions glinted on the reflections off golden armour, in the sharp cut facets of rubies. The alien feeling of 'this isn't who you were meant to be. You were meant to be someone else' struck him to the core.Voyage into the world of Mortals :
There were tales of Dragons who loved mortals; Hraesvelgr who loved a maid, from which was born a period of peace. It did not seem so far of a stretch, perhaps, to think his feelings were born of a fascination for the lives tied to those bloody trinkets, pulled off the devoured dead, none too few that he had put there himself. He picked out those he deemed of value, that had the most gems, the most precious metals. He held them in his maw and flew. It was easy, too easy, to become someone else, to take the form that was akin to that of Man. His horns stayed, as did his tail, and scales that curled over golden skin. Yet unlike his Dragon self, these were all of pale golds, and his hair that of spun sunlight. Only his dark amethyst eyes remained, the same darkly rich purple in both Dragon and mortal form. And it in such a golden guise, Athear ventured into the world of Man, forgoing Ishgard where too many recent blood soaked memories laid, for it was something more distant and elusive he chased.

From Gold to Black :
Long months turned into long years as this Dragon travelled Eorzea, searching the sea of faces for a glimmer, a spark, of that missing piece of his existence. His golden visage drew people to him and yet this too wasn't right, and he felt like he was living a life that wasn't his.There came a time when looking in the mirror and seeing gold reflected back became jarring. A time where he wore masks just to hide his face so he would not see and be reminded of far too vivid dreams that dragged up another's regret and bitterness, but which he knew instantly to be his own.And at last, he looked to this life's past, to his birth heritage and his sire's dark legacy, and shifted his appearance once more. Midnight sky coloured hair stole away the sun-spun strands, and ebony scales ate up of the pale gold. He took on night's form, and it fitted him like a skin tight glove. He relished in it. For fleeing moments, it was as if he could hide from his dreams, from his past. Forget and play at being someone else.

The existence at the edge of view :
When his days were filled with all the pleasures and vices the world of Man has to offer, he could forget the feelings of there being something missing, something being amiss, and his life was fully in the moment, immersed in the here and now. Yet when he was alone, and his thoughts allowed to wonder, it was fiery eyes of blood red rubies that flashed through his mind, his own golden hair pressed against that the colour of sunset flames. There was a name on the tip of his tongue that he couldn't remember. Except he had named someone, once, and it was possession, it was ownership, and the closest thing he knew to love.

THE RECENT PAST

Magic and Mischief :
There's an element of magic when one dreams, of visiting other words, living other lives. By chance encounter, a meeting lead to stories, and the novelty of working to be told more stories took hold. There was an old magic shop called Magic and Mischief nestled in the Black Shroud where Athear took on employment. He was there for fantastical tales, and perhaps the hope of glimpsing some knowledge regarding his own dreams and the life that played out when he closed his eyes.Through Magic and Mischief, he met a Sharlayan Astrologian that the Dragon came to regard as the Moon, who read the Dragon's past life out to him. It spilled over him, warm and comforting, yet rancid and despised all at once. The Moon told him this life is a gift, a second chance, and the Dragon ran.

Of Dragons and Elezens :
Relationships form when you tie more and more strings between two souls, and a chance encounter becomes a long spiralling interwoven web that ensnares and traps. From stories to long conversations to truths revealed, trusts broken and tentatively tied back together, a bond of sort formed between the Dragon and this Elezen. There's soul consuming fear, elation and hope, all masked out with lies and betrayals, hidden behind a smiling, loyal face.What this Dragon wanted, perhaps he did not even know. So he played with the Moon, and coiled around his hated Past, trying to squeeze it into nothingness and keep it close in the same breath.

An Existence that Eclipses Dreams :
Try as one might to keep their distance, to deny the idea of love and pretend it does not exist, paint is as hate and disappointment instead. Events would unfold to pull away all pretence, where one relies on the other and the opposite too is true. An eye for an eye to break a binding ring, and in the same breath breathe life into a new bond that already inexplicitly exists.He overwrites and overwrites, all his marks over his possession, until he no longer dreams of blood red eyes and fiery red hair, but mismatched gold and amethyst framed by sunlight instead. Somehow, one has eclipsed the other, and his own eyes no longer match as if to mark that change. A new contract, a new bond. Amethyst and vivid summer blue, and he treasures it more than any other jewel.If the Dragon thinks that this Elezen looks far too much like a visage of himself from a long distant past life, he does not dwell on it. He doesn't remind him of himself, but of another instead. Fire and smouldering heat that burns his touch, but he would not be who he is, if he did not reach out and touch that flame, regardless of the pain.

Bonds and Blood Binds :
Countless trials, numerous of which were self wrought, and still fear of loss is ever present. Always he had fought for what was his, fought to hold it in his greedy, desperate hands, find ways of binding him close. Past life, this life, it was always the same. The fatal flaw.A ring was fashioned by a sorceress' hand. To trace and track, and that was all. It was to be a gift, a promise to be better (oh, the irony), and yet it was mistaken for far, far more. Eventually the words MINE and YOURS were carved into it insides, and to its matching pair. Words of ceremony were spoken, and an Eternal Bond was made in the Sanctum of the Twelve. But perhaps all rings are made to be broken, for but a handful of moons had passed before these rings were unmade. Still, the Eternal Bond remains, and who needs rings, when one has the other's eye staring out from their own face, or the blood born of the two who entered into this bond.

Change, and what was not there before :
The most terrible of transgressions forgiven. The most helpless situations overcome. Peace was perhaps never really there in the illusion of family idyllic life, full of domestic bliss, except in small, dream like pockets. But even amidst trial and adversary, it seemed the Dragon was changing. Learning to trust. To have faith. To believe that the one who he had always bound close could want to stay on his own.The sun rises and sets. The moon waxes and wanes. The cycles turn, and still, they remain. He's happy here, the celestial night to the brightest star that shines in the sky.

IN THE HERE AND NOW

FINE PRINT / OOC

What I'm looking for :
Mature, dark, relationship themes, with storylines and character interactions that really make you love-hate on the characters and their circumstances. Whilst Athear is ICly married, that by no means he's off limits. ICly, he cheats and flirts. Athear has his own kind of loyalty and lines. OOC, I absolutely welcome IC drama, jealously and betrayal. Very little is off limits, aside from character death, but of course discussion is a must.What I'm NOT looking for :
I'll be blunt and say I am really not a fan of certain character types that include:
- overly shy and stuttering
- super sweet and energetic
- goodie goodies
- edge lords
- self insert charactersThe usual mundane fine print : Player/Writer is 21+. Will not ERP with Lalafel characters, or players under 21 years of age.Timezone : AEST - Australian Eastern Standard TimeAvailability : RP in game or Discord. I am usually available during my evenings, Monday to Fridays for in game contact. with weekends being more free, but do keep in mind, US/EU Sundays usually means my Mondays in this land of tomorrow I call home, so I'm usually unavailable then due to work.World / Data Center : Mateus / CrystalIn-Game Name : Athear SoleilHow to Contact : /tell Athear Soleil@Mateus in game, and we'll go from there.Discord username is aetheyr, but I tend to reject unexpected friend requests.
My DMs are open if we're on a mutual server.Profile Artwork by : Seriberry
Images of the Dragon and Elezen by : Heron
Unfinished Artwork of Athear and Lauriel by : aetheyr