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as the colorless king, azar displays absolute power over his clansmen, who gained his recognition during his tenure in the abandoned prison, and without a doubt, he remains one of the cruelest and most vindictive individuals within the explored lands. he, however, creates various masks to show the world, displaying himself as he wants to be seen and secretly plotting the demise of everyone and everything.
ORIGIN | COLORLESS CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | THIRTY-ONE |
GENDER |  Male |
SEXUALITY | POLYSEXUAL |
STATUS | No Comment |
JOB(S) | PROFESSIONAL LIAR |
POSTS |  11 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 10, 2015 18:07:33 GMT -5 ♔
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 I AM, I AM YOUR GOD. CALL ME YOUR MASTER. yes, azar understood the depth of his toy’s ingrained responses. he delighted in forcing the petite blonde toward the edge, watching in silent joy as the youth teetered on the edge of the metaphorical knife; however, the raven haired king discovered that lafayel’s fiery spirit elicited a heightened level of amusement in comparison to the other’s doll state. for a brief moment, disgust flickered across his features, distorting the smirk that remained etched upon his visage and disrupting his façade. despite his constant exploitation of the trance-esque state, an irrational rage flowed through his veins, leaving him feeling trapped within a raging fire while observing his pet. he loathed the mere thought of someone soiling his captive kitten, for in his mind, the act translated into disrespect and unjustified self-confidence. a sharp tug interrupted his thoughts, dragging him away from his inner musings and forcing him to reawaken to the present. obsidian hued eyes gleamed with barely concealed irritation while his grip on lafayel’s wrist loosened, slender, blood stained fingers relinquishing their grip with each frantic tug. azar struggled to maintain an emotionless mask as the feline strain obtained his freedom, for despite his success in establishing distance between them, the blonde’s fate could only be decided by the blackette’s actions. he held the power to destroy his toy or to continue their endless dance. adrenaline surged through his veins as scenes of violence and bloodshed flashed through his mind; however, he wanted to present his captive the opportunity to continue living as his personal source of entertainment. with an exaggerated sigh, the dark haired mercenary dragged the blade down, lightly running the sharpened edge against his cheek and nearly purring in delight as the blood followed the movement of his preferred weapon. his arm descended to rest at his side, and due to his slackened grip, the dagger clattered to the cracked floor. the sound reverberated through his mind as he stepped closer to the blonde, eliminating the distance between them and towering over the spitfire of a strain. a blood covered hand reached out to brush pale fingertips against the other’s unblemished cheek. kitten, azar purred while letting his hand fall to rest on lafayel’s shoulder, fingers applying pressure against the bony body part and thumb digging into the youth’s collarbone. you sound convinced that you can escape, but you can’t. onyx tinted eyes gained a dangerous glimmer as he leaned forward, decreasing the distance between their eyes with his calculated action. no, he breathed while lifting his free hand to grab the strain’s chin, applying subtle pressure to ensure that lafayel could not avoid his piercing gaze. you are mine… with a smirk appearing on his pallid mien and destroying his apathetic mask, azar imagined that he embodied the monsters that prowled in his toy’s nightmares. for eternity. the pronouncement remained heavy upon his tongue as he awaited the response from the feline, expecting the fair haired youth to explode in rage and anticipating the potential punishments that he could rain down upon the rebellious youth. OOC TAGGED LAFAYEL IDLIWORD COUNT 509 NOTES i made him drop the dagger for you, amore. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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as the colorless king, azar displays absolute power over his clansmen, who gained his recognition during his tenure in the abandoned prison, and without a doubt, he remains one of the cruelest and most vindictive individuals within the explored lands. he, however, creates various masks to show the world, displaying himself as he wants to be seen and secretly plotting the demise of everyone and everything.
ORIGIN | COLORLESS CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | THIRTY-ONE |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | POLYSEXUAL |
STATUS | No Comment |
JOB(S) | PROFESSIONAL LIAR |
POSTS | 11 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 10, 2015 13:35:45 GMT -5 ♔
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"shall we have some fun?"
appearing as khalil vikhrov
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| come on, throw your hands up and pretend you wanna fight me |
as the colorless king, azar displays absolute power over his clansmen, who gained his recognition during his tenure in the abandoned prison, and without a doubt, he remains one of the cruelest and most vindictive individuals within the explored lands. he, however, creates various masks to show the world, displaying himself as he wants to be seen and secretly plotting the demise of everyone and everything.
ORIGIN | COLORLESS CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | THIRTY-ONE |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | POLYSEXUAL |
STATUS | No Comment |
JOB(S) | PROFESSIONAL LIAR |
POSTS | 11 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 6, 2015 15:15:41 GMT -5 ♔
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 I GAVE OFF THE WRONG IMPRESSION. blood stained clothing characterized the slumped figure that strode across the bridge. his movements exuded a careless aura as he haphazardly wove around the civilians that trudged from city to city with their wares. soft murmurings followed in his wake; however, the blackette maintained an emotionless façade, forcibly keeping his pale lips curved into a slight frown and hastening his steps whenever laughter threatened to overtake his resolve. strands of hair fluttered into his eyes as he sidestepped an approaching cart, pressing his lower back into the railing and watching as the horses plodded carefully forward. obsidian hued eyes followed the movement of the unknown merchant, whom seemed to be heading toward lilla—the city of pleasure and deceit. deceit—a wonderful term that characterized the peaceful kingdom perfectly—served as a word that the ravenette associated with himself, for he manipulated the populace’s perception of him, donning masks without a hint of remorse. pale lips quivered as he struggled to remain in control of himself, not wanting to present his true self to the plebeians that surrounded him. with amusement gleaming in the depths of onyx tinted eyes, the raven haired male pushed himself away from the railing, pivoting to face in his chosen direction and resuming his trek. tension riddled his frame as he continued his forward momentum, stepping closer and closer to his chosen destination. each step caused his expression to shift minutely, slowly easing into an emotionless countenance. to understand his actions, one needed to remember his chosen occupation as a professional liar. with a final inhalation of blessed oxygen, the man stepped into ble, shredding his true self and donning the fabricated persona of ziyad. ziyad— forgive me for i have sinned—had been the first step on the dark haired killer’s path toward his desired future, and despite his actions, he never experienced the mind numbing guilt that people preached upon. the world paid homage to the individuals that sought their own satisfaction, translating into the male’s continued success in surviving. his entire world revolved around seeking his own entertainment, and to cure his nearly constant boredom, he decided to pretend to be his deceased brother, silently slipping into the role of an imperial guard and serving in a manner reminiscent of his hazy memories of his deceased brother. midnight hued eyes roved over the nearby area, darting from face to face and stopping upon a male that hovered in the shadows of a nearby building. with his shoulders thrown back and a prominent frown gracing his features, he strode toward the stranger. recognition slowly dawned as he continued to observe the pale skinned male. casimir marinov, a voice within his conscious mind purred as the rumors regarding the dark haired strain and his master provided the undercover colorless king with ample amusement. his progression halted when he reached the feline strain's side, one gloved hand reaching out and hovering in the space between them. a grim expression remained painted upon his features while his voice carried a soft timbre, rumbling in his chest and aiding in his façade. pleasure to stumble upon you, azar murmured without any prompting and showing no signs of explaining himself until the other male acknowledged him. OOC TAGGED CASIMIR MARINOVWORD COUNT 538 NOTES sorry for the wait. orz MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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as the colorless king, azar displays absolute power over his clansmen, who gained his recognition during his tenure in the abandoned prison, and without a doubt, he remains one of the cruelest and most vindictive individuals within the explored lands. he, however, creates various masks to show the world, displaying himself as he wants to be seen and secretly plotting the demise of everyone and everything.
ORIGIN | COLORLESS CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | THIRTY-ONE |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | POLYSEXUAL |
STATUS | No Comment |
JOB(S) | PROFESSIONAL LIAR |
POSTS | 11 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 6, 2015 14:14:11 GMT -5 ♔
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I AM, I AM YOUR GOD. CALL ME YOUR MASTER. despite the feline strain’s pitiful howling and laughable combat skills, azar delighted in tormenting the young blonde, taunting and teasing him until he reacted. amusement colored his features as an explosion of noise assaulted his ears, but the words spoken did not register in his conscious mind. lafayel acted due to his intense hatred of the professional manipulator, which thrummed throughout his petite body and presented syn a viable tool. yes, the ravenette utilized the amber eyed cat’s emotions against him, manipulating the youth and watching as he launched himself toward danger over and over again. in a sense, their interactions reminded him of an ancient dance—a hunt of cat and mouse that covered the entirety of the main continent and the sev ocean; however, due to his lack of acceptable training, the colorless king could not commence the game, realizing that his toy’s brash attitude would result in his early demise. no one— absolutely no one—was allowed to steal his possessions from him, especially not his chosen toys. azar rarely felt driven to claim an individual as his personal doll; however, lafayel proved almost sinfully delightful. adrenaline rushed through his body as he sensed movement from his captive. utilizing his peripheral vision, the blackette watched as the knife slipped from the boy’s fingers—falling toward the ground, and while the knife proved important, syn could not forget about the leg hurtling toward him. determination glittered fiercely in his toy’s gaze as he shifted his own obsidian hued eyes to connect with the other’s. his smirk did not falter even as he allowed the attack to connect, rolling with the force of the kick and pulling his body into an upright position. chilled fingers remained tightly wrapped around the strain’s wrist despite the unexpected movement of the mercenary’s body. momentum caused him to take a step back, and with a harsh, short lived laugh, azar tugged upon the captive wrist, utilizing his strength to forcibly ensure his toy’s submission. tut, tut, he breathed, voice riddled in amusement and disappointment. onyx tinted eyes gazed upon his doll, appearing half-lidded due to his superior height. pale lips remained curved into a devious smirk while his free hand rose from his side, fingers wrapped around a previously unseen silver dagger. the blade moved closer to his own face, the metal pressing against his cheek and cutting into the unprotected skin. pain radiated from the self-inflicted wound while syn observed lafayel’s reaction, baiting the other and reveling in the moment. why do you insist upon defying me, kitten? despite his question, his voice lacked the heat of anger, appearing monotone and void of emotion, for he merely wanted to enrage the kitten further. rage muddled the fair haired male’s mind, which heightened the forgotten king’s enjoyment. OOC TAGGED LAFAYEL IDLIWORD COUNT 504 NOTES sorry for the wait. orz MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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| come on, throw your hands up and pretend you wanna fight me |
as the colorless king, azar displays absolute power over his clansmen, who gained his recognition during his tenure in the abandoned prison, and without a doubt, he remains one of the cruelest and most vindictive individuals within the explored lands. he, however, creates various masks to show the world, displaying himself as he wants to be seen and secretly plotting the demise of everyone and everything.
ORIGIN | COLORLESS CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | THIRTY-ONE |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | POLYSEXUAL |
STATUS | No Comment |
JOB(S) | PROFESSIONAL LIAR |
POSTS | 11 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 2, 2015 2:41:24 GMT -5 ♔
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★ MAYHEM
" i've never needed anyone so much " basically, i’m just gonna reel off a bunch of potential plots by character, and i prob won’t have much info as i’m writing this at 2:30 in the morning. yes, i’m an idiot.AZAR LUSKI (SYN)potentially, i’d like to see someone that keeps him on his toes, leaves him second guessing and challenges him to highly complex mind games. my image of them is that their relationship revolves around physical attraction and hate… because syn doesn’t really feel love. his emotions center around himself… and his love manifest as his unwillingness to be parted from his possessions. yes, he would see this individual as a possession—someone that adds flavor to his existence.
idk what would really happen with them. i just want syn to experience a very shallow, destructive relationship… that’ll prob be him slowly chipping away at the guy’s self-esteem. maybe someone else swoops in and saves him... or he continues an endless cat and mouse game with azar. idc. i just feel like syn needs this in his life.
suggestions would be that the individual is a male because i love yaoi and that he is twenty-nine or older. i would doubt that he’d be older than syn, whose thirty-one. everything else is open. taken by ravynVALÈRE D’ARRASafter the d’arras massacre, only val and his cousin—astor—remained of the noble clan. before the dresdan slate appeared, the d’arras served as a vassal clan to the vasiliás, which explains val’s father’s loathing of the council… who basically replaced all of the original vassal families. HOWEVER, this is not relevant to my request. basically, astor died after living a long and fulfilling life, and when he died, he did have children. because he had a wife and was a good man that kept the d’arras line alive.
basically, i want to see some blonde haired, blue eyed descendents of astor running around. i really just want to make val’s existence PAINFUL. humor me pls.
suggestions include making sure that the fcs are blonde and blue eyed… like cloud strife from final fantasy or alice from are you alice? everything else is wide open. reservedSYEIRA CÂLŢ-LUPUfor eira, i have a legitimate request. we need his two younger sisters. they’re both crazy prob, but they like to think of themselves as eira’s personal matchmakers. their exact personalities can be developed by the creators; however, they are the reason behind eira’s and rayne’s disastrous date. they believe that eira and rayne would be perfect together… despite their awful start. as for specific details, eira basically raised them in piros until he ran away due to their father attempting to sell his body for extra income, and despite abandoning the family, he left a detailed letter for his sisters, not wanting them to think badly of him. they spent several years apart and were reunited with the deaths of their parents. i doubt the girls would know the reason, but eira does. when their parents died, the girls moved form piros to lilla, joining eira in his cramped apartment. and that’s all for the major past details. you can check eira’s app for more or just shoot me a message. i’m game for just about anything. pls try to keep them with either dark hair or silver eyes, and i have specific ages for both. one sister is twenty while the other is eighteen. obviously, they’re still under eira’s guardianship tho they prob have jobs of their own. i imagine they all still live together.
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as the colorless king, azar displays absolute power over his clansmen, who gained his recognition during his tenure in the abandoned prison, and without a doubt, he remains one of the cruelest and most vindictive individuals within the explored lands. he, however, creates various masks to show the world, displaying himself as he wants to be seen and secretly plotting the demise of everyone and everything.
ORIGIN | COLORLESS CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | THIRTY-ONE |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | POLYSEXUAL |
STATUS | No Comment |
JOB(S) | PROFESSIONAL LIAR |
POSTS | 11 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 2, 2015 1:37:47 GMT -5 ♔
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[attr="class",izzy"] [attr="class",shizzy"] ACCESSING INFORMATION ON SYN. as the colorless king, azar appears as an unpredictable component of radugan society. he was woven himself into various aspects of life within the walled cities, but syn prefers to think of himself as an actor, portraying a role depending upon the city and his own mood. his various aliases provided him with the opportunity to spread discontent and chaos throughout the otherwise peaceful domain. after all, he aims to obtain his own amusement by using both legal and illegal methods. azar shows no regard for human life and tends to be highly sadistic, deriving pleasure from inflicting pain and from merely observing the squirming of his chosen prey. if you’re wondering, yes, he is a heartless murderer and isn’t afraid of judicial punishment. prisons are merely rooms with bars, and they do not impact his opinion regarding illegal and legal activities. azar portrays himself as an apathetic and cruel man that seems bored and indifferent regarding life. some question whether he even cares about living, and in a sense, he doesn’t. life is monotonous and tedious. he wants excitement, translating into his constant search for the next rush of adrenaline and pleasure. pleasure, however, is merely physical for him as he does not experience emotions with the same intensity as the rest of the world. no, he is locked within eternal apathy, but from within his prison, he wrecks havoc upon the world and finds joy within being an enigmatic shadow that stalks through the moonless nights. currently, azar serves as the owner of lafayel idli, and his chosen aliases—zakhar, khalil, and ziyad—serve as a politician/diplomat, mercenary, and soldier. | [attr="class",izzy"] azar mikhailovich luskimale - thirty-one - colorless clan - king profile | [attr="class",izzy"] [attr="class",shizzy"] ACCESSING INFORMATION ON VAL. as a herbalist and medic, valère devotes a majority of his time to study and experimentation. he constantly seeks to obtain rare herbs, and the blonde refuses to live within the walled cities due to his fear of being trapped and forcibly kept in one location. the cities of raduga remind him of his childhood prison, which continues to haunt his dreams and manifests in his paranoia regarding people. he maintains an aura of unease and discomfort whenever forced to interact with people due to his lacking self-confidence and inability to string together a comprehensible sentence. when nervous, val finds himself stumbling over his own words either rambling needlessly or stuttering helplessly. despite his faults, valère merely wants to help people, believing that underneath the layers of greed and self-interest remains a kernel of selflessness. he assists anyone that he stumbles upon, healing them or providing them with extra money. the fair haired medic cannot bring himself to abandon someone in need as he is driven by his heart and emotions, which he wears upon his sleeves. well… in a sense, he does. his expressions remained limited, appearing robotic outside of a vibrant bluch and shy smile, but his eyes express his emotions with startling clarity, slightly shifting in hue based upon his dominant emotion and showing the depths of his heart without any signs of deceit. to many, val remains a fable as he is the medic of the shadows—someone that weaves in and out of history. he, however, is real and seems to be trapped within a world of his own nightmares and his desire to help everyone. most people know him as zaffre, the masked herbalist of the shadows; however, he does not seek a reputation as a healer as his goal is merely to find his lost king. val feels compelled to adhere to the final order from his dearly departed king, translating into his constant search for a seemingly unnamed individual. | [attr="class",izzy"] valère noe d'arrasmale - twenty-four - silver clan - clansman profile | [attr="class",izzy"] [attr="class",shizzy"] ACCESSING INFORMATION ON EIRA. despite being a loyal member of the purple clan, rumors constantly circulate about syeira’s objectives. few people believe in the dark haired escort due to his occupation and because of his apathetic façade. the male rarely displays his emotions, and many believe him incapable of feeling an notable connection with anyone. however, eira can be viewed as a bundle of contradictions. his words do not match his actions, and despite his willingness to commit cold blooded murder, he should not be viewed as a heartless fiend. his ability to care cannot be judged upon his ability to emote emotions for he does not care whether people believe in him or not. honestly, syeira prefers to be judged harshly as criticism lowers expectations. eira does not believe in humanity’s ability to be selfless as he sees the greed and lust displayed by the wealthy and destitute alike. he is constantly subjected to the darker side of life, and while he enjoys his job as an assassin, he loathes subject himself to the perverse desires of his clients. he occasionally wants to fly away from the world—to take on the form of a bird and just keep flying. chains, however, keep him locked to the ground as he has obligations as a purple clansman and as the guardian of his younger sisters. syeira constantly teeters between being the caring older brother and being the merciless killer. he never searches for a balance between the two and merely portrays himself as a cold hearted bastard, recognizing that his frigid attitude would scare people away and reveling in that fact. to be fair, syeira’s younger siblings try their best to correct his obvious misconceptions regarding the world, but he is stubborn and refuses to yield to their well reasoned arguments. he does not want to maintain romantic or platonic relationships with anyone. he does not want to care. a point of reference would be that eira operates as the assassin, mihr—an individual skilled in stealthy assaults and known for utilizing poisons. | [attr="class",izzy"] syeira anghel câlț-lupumale - twenty-six - purple clan - clansman profile | [attr="class",izzy"] [attr="class",shizzy"] ACCESSING INFORMATION ON KLAES. information coming soon | [attr="class",izzy"] klaes arjen da jaagermale - twenty-seven - blue clan - clansman profile | [attr="class",izzy"] [attr="class",shizzy"] ACCESSING INFORMATION ON KAS. information coming soon | [attr="class",izzy"] kasper alicio zweigmale - twenty-nine - green clan - clansman profile |
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as the colorless king, azar displays absolute power over his clansmen, who gained his recognition during his tenure in the abandoned prison, and without a doubt, he remains one of the cruelest and most vindictive individuals within the explored lands. he, however, creates various masks to show the world, displaying himself as he wants to be seen and secretly plotting the demise of everyone and everything.
ORIGIN | COLORLESS CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | THIRTY-ONE |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | POLYSEXUAL |
STATUS | No Comment |
JOB(S) | PROFESSIONAL LIAR |
POSTS | 11 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 2, 2015 1:06:03 GMT -5 ♔
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I AM, I AM YOUR GOD. CALL ME YOUR MASTER. obsidian hued eyes bored into the ceiling, which could barely be considered a ceiling due to its dilapidated state. blood soiled his garments, staining the pristine white with vivid hues of red that varied from crimson to maroon, and splotches of the dried liquid clung to his left cheek and fingers. the otherwise unblemished skin appeared nearly translucent due to the vibrancy of the blood; however, azar paid little attention to his appearance due to his lack of company. silver daggers gleamed due to the moonlight that shattered the darkness of his chosen alcove—one decrypt corner of the abandoned prison that remained hidden within the wilderness of fehér. the ravenette found solace in the fallacious peace of the area though screams continued to echo throughout the aged structure, reverberating in the almost empty shell of a building and adding a soothing background noise for syn’s own amusement and pleasure. pale lids descended over his eyes as a breeze slipped in through the cracks that littered the wall, ruffling ink colored strands of hair and tugging at the tattered clothing. a scar graced chest moved rhythmically with azar’s breathing as he lazed upon his decidedly uncomfortable perch. the ragged edges of his seat bored into his flesh, creating a dull sensation of pain whenever his body moved. it, however, proved inconsequential as physical pain proved fleeting. wounds healed with merely scars as remainders, so syn greeted pain with a welcome embrace, accepting it and reveling in it. imbeciles treated pain like a monster that they could not win against, descending into blubbering piles of flesh and bones whenever subjected to abject cruelty; however, their panicked begging and strained moans delighted the sadistic male, encouraging him to continue taunting them. soft chuckles escaped him as his mind began replaying the recent incident with a supposed traitor. during a moment of apparent mercy, azar decided to spare the lives of shipwrecked merchants, pretending to be the benevolent god of the island; however, the blackette merely waited for the perfect moment, wanting to savor the opportunity to torture his prey without interruptions or time restrictions. the captain of the ship claimed that a trio of oarsman attempted to flee from the prison when the dark haired psychopath granted them momentary freedom from their chains. the man’s pronouncement sealed the fate of the three oarsmen, who became his playmates for a round of late night fun, and their blood still coated his lithe frame, splattered across his features and clothing. pale lips quirked into a delighted smirk while another round of chuckles slipped from his parted lips. however, the sound died instantly due to an unexpected noise from behind him. onyx tinted eyes remained hidden as he lifted a hand lazily into the air, feeling the blade of his pet’s chosen weapon slide against his unprotected skin. blood gathered upon his palm even as slender fingers wrapped around the young strain’s wrist, tightening subtly with each passing second. silence remained for a brief moment until azar decided to respond to his toy’s unprovoked attack. tsk, tsk, the mercenary began while tipping his head back and pinning the blonde with an unimpressed stare. kitten, did you really believe that i wouldn’t notice you? his smirk gained definition as he tugged on the captive wrist, silently demanding that lafayel step closer. do i need to restart your training, lulu? i would love to see your doll state once again. amusement seeped into his tone with each word that escaped him. and for the first time, syn’s blood escaped from an inflicted injury, staining his palm and lafayel’s wrist. OOC TAGGED LAFAYEL IDLIWORD COUNT 602 NOTES this is so horrible. orz MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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as the colorless king, azar displays absolute power over his clansmen, who gained his recognition during his tenure in the abandoned prison, and without a doubt, he remains one of the cruelest and most vindictive individuals within the explored lands. he, however, creates various masks to show the world, displaying himself as he wants to be seen and secretly plotting the demise of everyone and everything.
ORIGIN | COLORLESS CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | THIRTY-ONE |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | POLYSEXUAL |
STATUS | No Comment |
JOB(S) | PROFESSIONAL LIAR |
POSTS | 11 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 1, 2015 23:48:01 GMT -5 ♔
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as the colorless king, azar displays absolute power over his clansmen, who gained his recognition during his tenure in the abandoned prison, and without a doubt, he remains one of the cruelest and most vindictive individuals within the explored lands. he, however, creates various masks to show the world, displaying himself as he wants to be seen and secretly plotting the demise of everyone and everything.
ORIGIN | COLORLESS CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | THIRTY-ONE |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | POLYSEXUAL |
STATUS | No Comment |
JOB(S) | PROFESSIONAL LIAR |
POSTS | 11 |
GEMS | |
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THE OBSIDIAN WRAITH NEUTRAL EVIL ● KING ● COLORLESS CLAN  death and blood characterized azar’s life, for he left a trail of carnage in his wake. the ravenette preyed upon people, utilizing them as puppets and abandoning him when they ceased amusing him. he treated everyone in his life like a living, breathing marionette, forcing them to unconsciously succumb to his desires. his silver tongue granted him the advantage while his ability to alter his personality allowed him to accept various roles. for him, life amounted to playing the role necessary to obtain his own satisfaction. he sought bloodshed and violence, despair and submission, and darkness and war. his desires centered exclusively around causing mayhem and havoc, for he found that peace offered few distractions from his own apathy. emotions evaded his grasp though he crafted highly believable charades for the sheep minded masses to enjoy.
in one word, syn could characterize his adolescence as eventful. he managed to survive the apparent massacre of his family, which he featured intimately in, and despite the authorities ruling the incidents as an accident, azar murdered his younger brother and father without any apparent signs of remorse. he never experienced guilt over his actions. in fact, those murders morphed into his stepping stone as he slowly accumulated experience and knowledge regarding the human body. the blackette understood how to kill with multiple weapons and utilizing various methods though he aimed to elicit pained screams and endless begging from his victims. he constantly desired a break from his seemingly constant boredom and found momentary bliss in watching the writhing and pleading of his chosen prey; however, their screams eventually grew bothersome, leading to their ultimate demise.
however, azar did not lead an existence that revolved around torture and death. no, he appeared in several different facets of radugan life—acting as a mercenary, politician, and soldier. syn proved to be a professional liar and discovered an affinity for fabricating emotions. he altered the world’s perception of him with each mask that he donned, and he obtained a new hobby---one that he utilized whenever he needed a break from life as the colorless king. his various aliases provided a wealth of unexplored potential and vibrancy to azar’s life. it signaled the start of the newest chapter in his existence. he could cause four times the havoc with one wave of his hand, and he delighted in the possibilities that spread out before him.
his life gained another unexpected source of entertainment with his acquisition of lafayel idli, the nephew of andrus idli—a male that became indebted to the heartless king due to his own idiocy. layafel became his property as signified by the piercing in the strain’s ear, yet the brat did not submit to him, challenging him whenever possible. azar, however, found himself amused by the insubordinate attitude. he delighted in pushing the youth’s buttons and watching as he flailed because he knew how to control the blonde, having learned of the other’s doll state early on. despite lafayel’s claims of attempting to find freedom, he only escaped when syn allowed him. the cat, however, still needed to learn that azar’s leniency was not infinite and would reach a breaking point in the near future.
| TIMELINE TWO YRS OLD
» witnessed the birth of his younger brother.
» with his father's promotion to traveling merchant, the family moved out of chrysós and onto a boat, which traveled the sev ocean.
FIVE YRS OLD
» during a terrible storm, azar pushed his three year old brother overboard, waiting only a moment to watch the body sink into the churning waves.
EIGHT YRS OLD
» due to his mother's severe depression, his father dissolved into a mindless rage, and with the absence of his rational mind, he murdered his own wife.
» azar witnessed the event, and as he watched his mother's blood create a pool of crimson liquid, he decided to see how his father's blood meshed with his mother's innocent blood.
» with the demise of his parents, azar was forced to abandon the ship once they landed in ble.
ELEVEN YRS OLD
» after traveling from ble to lilla, azar snuck aboard captain aliyev's ship, wanting to experience a new adventure.
» during the three year interlude, he honed his skills as a thief and liar.
FOURTEEN YRS OLD
» with three years of little excitement, azar decided to stage his own entertainment by manipulating aliyev's crew.
» he convinced the quartermaster to revolt and merely watched as the pieces fell together.
» regardless of his efforts, he remained a lowly deck hand.
FIFTEEN YRS OLD
» while docked in ble, dissenters attacked their ship, mistaking them for the imperial guards.
» as azar served as the night watch, he managed to escape the burning ship, leaving his crew mates to burn alive.
» he does not know or care if any survived.
SIXTEEN YRS OLD
» after the uprising, azar became a ward of ble; however, he caused trouble due to his boundless energy and flippant behavior.
» with complaints constantly following him, he garnered a reputation as a menace, a tyrant, an unwanted burden.
» of course, the imperial guards could not arrest him as he did not break any written laws.
» but then, he decided to play along and vandalized, robbed, and set fire to businesses in ble.
» azar was promptly thrown into jail.
TWENTY-ONE YRS OLD
» in contrast with his behavior outside of jail, azar resembled an angel, following orders and being a role model to other prisoners.
» however, when the guards were not looking, he showed his true colors, silently ruling over the prisoners despite his age.
» due to his constant superior behavior, the guards took pity on him, underestimating him and suffering because of their stupidity.
» he managed to escape from under their noses.
TWENTY-THREE YRS OLD
» despite securing his own freedom, he maintain contact with the other prisoners, bidding his time for a rescue operation.
» during his tenure in prison, azar created his clan, so he needed to release his clansmen.
» and he did so, causing a huge uproar in ble and sneaking away with his underlings in the wake of the devastation.
TWENTY-FOUR YRS OLD
» with boredom addling his brain, azar decided to create a specialized mercenary group that accepted quests based upon their amusement value.
» they tended to prefer quests that involved violence or brutality.
TWENTY-FIVE YRS OLD
» in another fit of boredom, he created several false identities to utilize as members of the aristocracy and imperial guard.
» with his fabricated lives, azar managed to satiate his boredom while incurring life debts from the imbeciles that flocked toward his various personas.
» and as the colorless king, he plotted his return to the forefront of the stage.
TWENTY-NINE YRS OLD
» while aiming to claim the life debt of andrus idli, he stumbled upon layafel idli, his client's nephew.
» the strain revealed his uncle's death by his own hands, and due to his uncle's prior actions, azar claimed the male as compensation for the unpaid debt.
» and he marked the strain with a piercing to his right ear.
THIRTY-ONE YRS OLD
» as the years passed, his various alternate lives garnered notable reputations throughout raduga, leaving azar with little free time.
» however, he continued to discipline his rebellious servant.
» plus with assistance from his clansmen, he began to spread his influence as the colorless king throughout raduga, patiently waiting for the fallout.
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 » SIGNIFICANT PEOPLE[/u] mikhail zakharovich nazarov - thirty-eight - deceased - azar can barely remember his father, and his vague recollections feature him as a kind man that wanted the best for his family. he rarely spent time around them until his promotion, which resulted in him dragging his family to sea. syn, however, respected his father for killing his wife in cold blood though he was more delighted regarding how beautifully mikhail’s blood mixed with his wife’s blood. ❥ mother cyla ospovna luski - twenty-nine - deceased - like his father, azar cannot recall his mother beyond hazy images of a pettie female that had a loud voice and harsher hand. he remembers feeling pain from slaps that he received for incurring her wrath, which appeared and disappeared like a flickering flame. syn cannot claim to understand why his father killed her; however, he never experienced the sensation of missing her, having never viewed her as his mother in the beginning. ❥ brother ziyad ilyich luski - three - deceased - ziyad was an unwelcome addition to his family, for azar never wanted to share the limelight. he wasted three years of his life competing with the immature brat; therefore, when the opportunity appeared to ensure his disappearance, he grasped it with both hands. ziyad’s death marked the beginning of syn’s downward spiral and the beginning of his experimentation with death. ❥ captain salim levovich aliyev - forty-two - deceased - unlike his family members, azar respected salim to an extent. he witnessed the man’s power and understood that salim was a man of the sea, being someone that commanded the waters with ease due to his knowledge and experience. however, his respect was short lived as he secured the warrant of salim’s death by staging a coup-de-tat with the assistance of his fellow crew members. ❥ servant lafayel vernon idli - twenty-two - alive - when andrus signed luffy as collateral, azar did not expect a domestic cat strain that refused to submit to his authority; however, he delighted in the chase that the younger male initiated. syn finds entertainment in dealing with the spunky blonde, translating into his refusal to release the other. luffy will only escape him if the younger can guarantee his demise.[/ul] [/div] » INVENTORYsilver daggers
from an early age, azar understood that he wanted to be a close combat fighter. he wanted to see the pained expressions of his prey, and he needed to feel the sensation of blood coating his hands. therefore, syn deemed daggers the perfect weapon for him, leading to his acquisition of a set of five silver daggers. he hides them in various places and will occasionally replace them with spares as he does not want them to become dull. | leather whip
for his secondary weapon, azar decided to train in the art of utilizing a whip, wanting to see the affect that the weapon had on his opponents. he takes glee in hunting his servant and attacking him with the flexible weapon, which explains why it remains on him at all times. he never knows when he will run into his insubordinate kitten. many of his deceased victims’ bodies showcase signs of being brutally beaten with his whip as he uses them as practice, preferring to hone his skills on dead or soon to be dead individuals. | miniature figurine
before killing his brother, azar stole his prized figurine—a glass rendition of the legendary kirin. he continues to carry the object around as a reminder of his beginning, for syn believes that the kirin blessed him with the opportunity he desperately wanted (i.e. the perfect moment to murder his baby brother). | leather-bound journal
after obtaining his freedom from the prison in ble, azar decided to begin keeping a record of the information that reached his ears, wanting to compile a hefty tome of blackmail against a wide array of people. few understand why he seems to stalk through the streets of the various cities, but they will when he comes knocking at their door. |
the imprint
as the colorless king, azar has the ability to witness the past associated with an object. the ability has a higher chance of being triggered if associated with a heightened emotion such as fear or desire; however, syn has to physically touch the item with his bare skin. basically, his skin acts as a conductor for the lingering impression of the event, traveling from the point of contact to his conscious mind and playing in his head like a movie. when viewing an event, he becomes completely unaware of the world around him until the end of the memory, leaving him vulnerable while providing him with valuable information.
azar does not have any control over his ability, and on occasion, he can witness someone’s memory by touching their bare skin. this happens rarely though, meaning that he does not place any reliance upon the ability. in general, syn views his ability as mentally taxing though the accumulated blackmail pleases him. | the judgment
aside from merely witnessing memories, azar can project the images that flash through his mind for the external world to see. the ability is highly taxing on him mentally and physically though, and he finds little use in sharing information with his underlings or companions. the memories, however, appear as a faint image upon an available surface, playing like a movie with images and sounds thought without the immersion that syn experiences. |
obsidian hued eyes bored into the ceiling, which could barely be considered a ceiling due to its dilapidated state. blood soiled his garments, staining the pristine white with vivid hues of red that varied from crimson to maroon, and splotches of the dried liquid clung to his left cheek and fingers. the otherwise unblemished skin appeared nearly translucent due to the vibrancy of the blood; however, azar paid little attention to his appearance due to his lack of company. silver daggers gleamed due to the moonlight that shattered the darkness of his chosen alcove—one decrypt corner of the abandoned prison that remained hidden within the wilderness of fehér. the ravenette found solace in the fallacious peace of the area though screams continued to echo throughout the aged structure, reverberating in the almost empty shell of a building and adding a soothing background noise for syn’s own amusement and pleasure.
pale lids descended over his eyes as a breeze slipped in through the cracks that littered the wall, ruffling ink colored strands of hair and tugging at the tattered clothing. a scar graced chest moved rhythmically with azar’s breathing as he lazed upon his decidedly uncomfortable perch. the ragged edges of his seat bored into his flesh, creating a dull sensation of pain whenever his body moved. it, however, proved inconsequential as physical pain proved fleeting. wounds healed with merely scars as remainders, so syn greeted pain with a welcome embrace, accepting it and reveling in it. imbeciles treated pain like a monster that they could not win against, descending into blubbering piles of flesh and bones whenever subjected to abject cruelty; however, their panicked begging and strained moans delighted the sadistic male, encouraging him to continue taunting them.
soft chuckles escaped him as his mind began replaying the recent incident with a supposed traitor. during a moment of apparent mercy, azar decided to spare the lives of shipwrecked merchants, pretending to be the benevolent god of the island; however, the blackette merely waited for the perfect moment, wanting to savor the opportunity to torture his prey without interruptions or time restrictions. the captain of the ship claimed that a trio of oarsman attempted to flee from the prison when the dark haired psychopath granted them momentary freedom from their chains. the man’s pronouncement sealed the fate of the three oarsmen, who became his playmates for a round of late night fun, and their blood still coated his lithe frame, splattered across his features and clothing. pale lips quirked into a delighted smirk while another round of chuckles slipped from his parted lips.
however, the sound died instantly due to an unexpected noise from behind him. onyx tinted eyes remained hidden as he lifted a hand lazily into the air, feeling the blade of his pet’s chosen weapon slide against his unprotected skin. blood gathered upon his palm even as slender fingers wrapped around the young strain’s wrist, tightening subtly with each passing second. silence remained for a brief moment until azar decided to respond to his toy’s unprovoked attack. tsk, tsk, the mercenary began while tipping his head back and pinning the blonde with an unimpressed stare. kitten, did you really believe that i wouldn’t notice you? his smirk gained definition as he tugged on the captive wrist, silently demanding that lafayel step closer. do i need to restart your training, lulu? i would love to see your doll state once again. amusement seeped into his tone with each word that escaped him. and for the first time, syn’s blood escaped from an inflicted injury, staining his palm and lafayel’s wrist. [/div][/div]
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as the colorless king, azar displays absolute power over his clansmen, who gained his recognition during his tenure in the abandoned prison, and without a doubt, he remains one of the cruelest and most vindictive individuals within the explored lands. he, however, creates various masks to show the world, displaying himself as he wants to be seen and secretly plotting the demise of everyone and everything.
ORIGIN | COLORLESS CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | THIRTY-ONE |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | POLYSEXUAL |
STATUS | No Comment |
JOB(S) | PROFESSIONAL LIAR |
POSTS | 11 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Dec 20, 2014 9:35:32 GMT -5 ♔
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[/u] as the colorless king and former convicted criminal, azar began operating under the pseudonym of syn, using the name as a calling card and warning regarding his morals and objectives. ❥ zakhar nazarov when integrating himself into the aristocracy of Raduga, he donned an alias and new appearance, hiding himself under lies and a fabricated persona. ❥ khalil vikhrov after deciding upon his occupation, he crafted a new identity to hide behind, knowing that his true self would never be accepted as a mercenary, so his other alias is a world recognized and highly coveted mercenary that accepts quest based upon his level of boredom. ❥ ziyad luski with the death of his unborn brother, azar adopted his name as an additional alias to utilize during crisis moments, and he has become fond of representing his deceased brother as a member of the blue clan and a low ranking member of the imperial guard.[/ul] » SEXUALITYpolysexual » ALIGNMENTneutral evil » POSITIONking (colorless clan) with the untimely death of the former colorless king, azar greeted the world with a wailing cry, and unbeknownst to his gullible parents, the power of the forgotten king existed within his infantile body. his young age granted him momentary innocence; however, with the passage of time, his abilities began to surface, displaying themselves during emotionally charged moments and disappearing before the child could grasp the situation. syn did not recognize his true purpose in life until the death of his parents. the act of murdering his father awakened the damocles sword housed within his petite frame, and his discovery led him on an adventure that resulted in a sea voyage, a jaunt in the prison, and a rediscovery of the colorless clan. [/div] » THE LIKESancient mythology and convoluted plots, being in control and establishing connections, meddling in the lives of others, shadows and revenge, theatrical embellishments and danger, torture and blood and war. » THE LOATHESboredom and betrayal, dealing with children and their parents, having knowledge withheld or destroyed, insubordination and egos, scheming clients and whiny individuals, shrill noises. » OCCUPATION(S)the liar.after escaping from prison and rescuing his clansmen from captivity, azar debated on a possible career because he desired to submerge himself into radugan society; however, he needed an adequate explanation for lengthy absences and trips outside of the walled cities. with advice form his clansmen, he decided to being operations as a mercenary, dragging his underlings into the mix and creating a formidable group of skilled assassins. syn opened the newest chapter of his existence with his emergence as a mercenary, utilizing the alias khalil and proving to be a dangerous entity. his altered appearance and chosen name became household legends with each quest that he successfully accomplished, and within the underbelly of raduga, he gained a reputation for being a merciless killer, slaying anyone and anything without batting an eye.
moreover, after spending several months as a measly mercenary and hired gun, azar desired another avenue of excitement in his life. he wanted to implement himself into the aristocracy of raduga while invading the imperial forces, so syn established himself as zakhar—the charismatic heir to the nazarov family—and ziyad—a low ranked member of the imperial guard. he utilized his fabricated personas to collect information and to cause trouble amongst the various socioeconomic classes of raduga. furthermore, he spent his time outside of the walls plotting the return of the colorless clan with his clansmen. PHYSIQUE AND PERSONALITIES | | |
» FACE CLAIM[i]johnny rayflo[/i] from [b]VASSALORD[/b] - @neith01» HEIGHT, WEIGHT AND BODY TONEregardless of his apparent disregard of people, azar boasts of a lean frame, lightly muscled and compact. he reaches a height of approximately five feet and eleven inches; however, despite his obvious combat skill and experience, he weighs a measly one hundred and fifty-eight pounds due to his high metabolism and disinterest in food. » SCENT(S)as an individual with a penchant for spilling blood, azar’s natural scent suits him, for underneath the cloying scent of blood, he emits an aroma similar to the woods, musky and enigmatic. » HAIR AND EYESdespite his reputation, azar does not resemble a burly man with bulging muscles and little hair. no, he boasts of long, curly locks of black hair that he keeps tied into a ponytail with a ribbon, and due to his age, he tends to be seen with a light spattering of stubble across his face. his eyes, however, showcase the reason behind his reputation due to their uncanny color. they appear obsidian in most lighting though they contain flecks of red and yellow, leading to a variety of different colors between black, yellow, and red. » DISTINGUISHED FEATURE(S)during his childhood, azar experienced danger after danger. he subjected himself to the unknown willing, and due to his endeavors, his pale skin gained a number of obvious blemishes. his signature scar resembles an x that stretches from under his ribs to his spine, creating an intersection on his side; moreover, his forearms, shoulders, and upper back play homage to a collection of short jagged lines from an unknown origin. finally, syn decided to tattoo his clan’s mark under his left collarbone, signifying himself as a member of the forgotten colorless clan. » PIERCING(S)to complete his look, azar decided to pierce his ears, and he steered toward an ideal of less being more, meaning he got one on his left cartilage and one on each lobe. » POSITIVE TRAITSambitious, bewitching, diplomatic, enigmatic, observant, opportunistic, realistic, unbiased. » NEGATIVE TRAITSapathetic, lackadaisical, manipulative, possessive, ruthless, sadistic, tyrannical, uninhibited. » DISORDERSfrom an early age, azar displayed an overwhelming indifference to the suffering of other people, and as the years passed, he showcased signs of taking sadistic pleasure in observing the tormented cries of unfortunate souls. the blackette displayed signs of sadism and antisocial personality disorder though he preferred to think of himself as unique. he seemed amused by the vast discrepancies in opinions regarding him. syn felt entitled to rule over the mindless sheep that inhabited the world, and he did not care whom he stepped upon to reach his goal, which he refuses to reveal to anyone. as a final note, azar is ambidextrous though he prefers to cause unease by showing a preference toward using his left hand. his various personas have distinctive handedness with ziyad sharing his ambidexterity, khalil being left handed, and zakhar preferring his right hand. moreover, many associate the yellow tinted eyes with zakhar, the red colored eyes with ziyad, and the obsidian hued eyes with khalil. "THE DARK SIDE IS HOW WE'VE BEEN LIVING
LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT YOU'VE BEEN MISSING" | | THIS CHARACTER IS PLAYED BY NEITH |
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