Post by Erie Shahrizai de Amodour on Oct 25, 2009 15:32:59 GMT -5
Name: Erebos Shahrizai de Amodour, Future Comte de Amodour
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10
Race: D'Angeline (Kushieline)
Home province: Kusheth
Appearance: One would be blind were they not able to see that Erebos was a Shahrizai, his hair is perfectly cast in the colour of midnight blue, and is cut shorter then most of his kin. His eyes sparkle like saphires at night, his skin pale like white marble. Erebos is built like a man, despite his young age. Though he is neither muscular or overly large, he is still strong and more lithe in nature. He is shorter though, something he finds both serves him and doesn't, making him easy to disappear in a crowd, but often teased and over looked by some of the girls his age.
Personality: Erie is quick to sarcasm, negativity, and generally mayhem and anger; though he's not with out control should the situation warrant. Because of this he is often seen as unpredictable and aloof in certain situations. To a certain degree he likes this, above all things he hate arrogance, or people who believe they know him simply by looking at him. This often results in uncharacteristic behaviour from the young man. Erie doesn't talk much, and for the most part is a horrible student, if his sister is a genius, then he is the complete opposite. As it stands, he can do little more then read and write, and speaks no other languages other then D'Angeline.
History: Compared to his Shahrizai kin, Erebos, or Erie as he as know as, has perhaps had a strange life. His mother Marisol was always a strange child and fanciful, always in trouble or telling stories to the younger children around her. It was Marisol's desire to live a life beyond what every one considered 'normal'. At a young age Marisol cared little for the games and up bringing that most of her kind received, though she was well educated, even by D'Angeline standards, in both the regular schools of thought, as well as her family's own special brand of education. When she was fifteen, she met Comte Maurice-Jean Shahrizai de Amodour. a man 20 years her older and the last of his family, one with title, but no money left. Despite her young age, she knew that he was a perfect match, and at 16 she convinced her parents to sign off on the marriage. She moved in with her new husband, and began her strange quest for fantasy. Maurice-Jean was wholly enamored with her, finding her innocence bright and fun, making him feel young and carefree, which was nice, considering he had lost a wife and child in her early twenties. The pair, though perhaps not perfect, fit well together and made each other happy. By the time Marisol had reached her age of majority, she had lit her candle, and the pair began at producing heirs. For years they worked at trying to conceive, Marisol became adamant about it, trying herbs, teas, foods, positions, everything they could, but to no avail. Marisol learned about people who would cast spells upon a person in order to induce pregnancy, and convincing Maurice-Jean to try, they set sail for Alba in search of these people. There they found exactly what they had been hoping for, a brew, a witch, and a magic bag, they used them all and began to try again. At thirty, Marisol returned home with child, happily looking forward to her first child. Tragically though, by the time Marisol was in her fourth month, Maurice-Jean passed while in his sleep. Despite being sad and alone, Marisol never outwardly showed her emotions, the staff whispered about her and her husband's death, but she didn't care. As she grew with child, she focused on reading, finding that it took her from thoughts of loneliness. Mostly mythology and romance, she cared little for the running of the house hold, allowing the senchel to do most of the work. By the time she was ready to birth, she was enormous and confined to her bed, only giving her more reason to spend her time, drifting away to the worlds in her novels. Late in the fall, in the middle of the night, she gave birth to a set of twins. Marisol was over joyed to hear that she had birthed two children, even more so when she was told she had two boys. It was only later the next day when they came to realize that she had had a girl and a boy. But either way it hadn't matter, she had her children.
Being the strange and quirky person she was, she decided to gift her son with the name of Erebos meaning deep darkness or shadow. In ancient Hellene myth was the son of a primordial god Khaos and represented the personification of darkness and shadow. Marisol changed greatly after the birth of her children, but only in the sense that she was more fancy free and with a wilder imagination. Unbeknownst to her at the time, Marisol named her son well.
Always close to his sister, Erie was the complete opposite of her. As a child he was always quick to anger, and often found doing something dangerous by himself, or torturing the other children his age. He was never resentful of his mother, for the most part he cared very little for what she did or didn't do, and in his opinion she was far more entertaining then any one else's parent. As he aged though he soon developed a protective streak when it came to his mother or sister, always defending them should others say something mean or cruel, this more then not, landed him in trouble for fighting. He and his sibling received a proper education, but by the time they were ten Marisol was the very definition of mad. Her once quirky, free spirited nature turned in on itself and she was often found naked in the middle of the night, wandering with out knowledge of who she was. Some times lucid, some times not; in a moment of clarity she realized that her children would suffer should they continue to live with her. At eleven they left their home and were sent to live with there mother's father, to be raised properly by their kin.
Much like his sister in the sense that he was often found deep in books of fantasy, or more reluctant when it came to conversing with the cousins of their age, he too changed much after intervening before his half breed cousin could do anything serious to his sister. After that he became a little less wild, though he was always known to have a penchant for trouble that earned him more then a few lashes of punishment; he became firmer in his pursuit to become more responsible. Learning to ride and how to fight, hold a sword and basic survival skills became the things he loved best, finding a natural aptitude for these things. Unlike his sister though, Erie wasn't much liked with girls his age. He was often seen as strange, he tended to leer at the girls that caught his attention, which like his sister garnered a wave of rumours regarding his nature.
By the time he was sixteen, he was known for being as strange as his mother, and though never overly uncomfortable around girls romantically, he has little use for pleasantries or courting. Coupling for the sake of coupling is all he cares for, and he'll work very little to get it. For many years the pair had bounced between different houses, spending time at their patriarch's home and earning a few enemies in the process. Just recently, their mother Marisol, died in a freak accident, reportedly she jumped head first off the roof of their estate while in a fevered dream, leaving the pair completely without parents. In an attempt to try to normalize their lives, their grandfather has asked the Duchesse Anacrasia Shahrizai to take on the pair to foster in the City. Its a hope that Erie will find himself seated more firmly in court life in preparation for when he gains his majority and take the title of Comte.