Post by anaisbarin on May 16, 2007 16:48:52 GMT -5
[Name]
Phelan nó Jasmine
[Pronunciation]
FEY-lin
[Age]
19
[Race]
Ch'n/D'Angeline
[Gender]
Male
[Appearance]
Phelan's striking features were gracefully given to him by his loving D'Angeline mother. The smooth arch of his cheek bones, near razor sharp, give him a look of slight arrogance (a gift from his father) as his sunlit honey-colored eyes, uncharacteristic to either parent, hold an air of muted amusement. That secretive amusement is only further flattered by his near-smile. Full lips, the color of spring-born cherry blossoms, hold a slight and natural pout, almost always pulled upward at the corners, as if he is withholding a delicious secret.
And he is.
The exotic blood coursing through his veins seems to have seeped through to his very flesh, giving his toned physique a tanned hue. With his mother's good graces, Phelan is blessed with a dancer's body. Though toned and kept well in check, he's as nimble as a feline, and somewhat of a contortionist at heart.
[History]
A bastard child, to say the least, of a notable whore of grace and beauty, Talin Ceróse. She herself had been an adept of Valerian House and had completed her marque at a young age. Still heady with the taste of men on her tongue, but the pang of loneliness in her heart, Talin took any man who would have her, in hopes of sating her hunger for love.
She kept her head above water, renting rooms throughout Night's Doorstep with the little money her patrons would toss her way, or simply by paying off her debts through personal "favors".
Then, as if Elua himself had smiled down upon her, Talin met a striking traveler. He was exotic, handsome, and a natural charmer. The ladies surrounding him at The Cockeral all giggled and flushed at his piercing gaze, leaning closely in hopes of deciphering his foreign tongue. His d'Angeline was broken and heavily accented by the Ch'n language. Talin could bare the loneliness no longer. She would have this man as her own and teach him the honorable d'Angeline language, have patience with his otherworldly ways and educate him about her own.
It took all of twenty seconds to capture her heart, and twenty minutes to shatter it.
A clumsy, half-drunken romp behind The Cockeral...and he was gone. Her heart and head misplaced, Talin sat in denial, shrouded in the dank shadows of the tavern, dress askew and heart pumping wildly. He would return to her...wouldn't he?
Baojia would never return to Talin's side. Nor would he ever know of the bastard child that soon began to take shape in the d'Angeline whore's belly. He would be far, far away by the time the boy was born. Little Phelan would haunt his mother in the coming years, serving as a reminder of her hopeless teenage heart. She would soon grow wary of her son's presence, and at the tender age of five, would be sold to Jasmine House.
Now a refined individual, Phelan has his marque nearly forty percent finished. The beautiful handiwork of Javier d'Channing is slowly spreading the twining vines of Jasmine House down Phelan's sculpted back. Though he's eager to have his marque complete, he has yet to come to a decision as to what he will do with himself once it is done.[/center]
Phelan nó Jasmine
[Pronunciation]
FEY-lin
[Age]
19
[Race]
Ch'n/D'Angeline
[Gender]
Male
[Appearance]
Phelan's striking features were gracefully given to him by his loving D'Angeline mother. The smooth arch of his cheek bones, near razor sharp, give him a look of slight arrogance (a gift from his father) as his sunlit honey-colored eyes, uncharacteristic to either parent, hold an air of muted amusement. That secretive amusement is only further flattered by his near-smile. Full lips, the color of spring-born cherry blossoms, hold a slight and natural pout, almost always pulled upward at the corners, as if he is withholding a delicious secret.
And he is.
The exotic blood coursing through his veins seems to have seeped through to his very flesh, giving his toned physique a tanned hue. With his mother's good graces, Phelan is blessed with a dancer's body. Though toned and kept well in check, he's as nimble as a feline, and somewhat of a contortionist at heart.
[History]
A bastard child, to say the least, of a notable whore of grace and beauty, Talin Ceróse. She herself had been an adept of Valerian House and had completed her marque at a young age. Still heady with the taste of men on her tongue, but the pang of loneliness in her heart, Talin took any man who would have her, in hopes of sating her hunger for love.
She kept her head above water, renting rooms throughout Night's Doorstep with the little money her patrons would toss her way, or simply by paying off her debts through personal "favors".
Then, as if Elua himself had smiled down upon her, Talin met a striking traveler. He was exotic, handsome, and a natural charmer. The ladies surrounding him at The Cockeral all giggled and flushed at his piercing gaze, leaning closely in hopes of deciphering his foreign tongue. His d'Angeline was broken and heavily accented by the Ch'n language. Talin could bare the loneliness no longer. She would have this man as her own and teach him the honorable d'Angeline language, have patience with his otherworldly ways and educate him about her own.
It took all of twenty seconds to capture her heart, and twenty minutes to shatter it.
A clumsy, half-drunken romp behind The Cockeral...and he was gone. Her heart and head misplaced, Talin sat in denial, shrouded in the dank shadows of the tavern, dress askew and heart pumping wildly. He would return to her...wouldn't he?
Baojia would never return to Talin's side. Nor would he ever know of the bastard child that soon began to take shape in the d'Angeline whore's belly. He would be far, far away by the time the boy was born. Little Phelan would haunt his mother in the coming years, serving as a reminder of her hopeless teenage heart. She would soon grow wary of her son's presence, and at the tender age of five, would be sold to Jasmine House.
Now a refined individual, Phelan has his marque nearly forty percent finished. The beautiful handiwork of Javier d'Channing is slowly spreading the twining vines of Jasmine House down Phelan's sculpted back. Though he's eager to have his marque complete, he has yet to come to a decision as to what he will do with himself once it is done.[/center]