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Seterios

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  • Age: 45
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  • Joined: Thu Jan 19, 2012 5:52 am
  • Last visited: Wed May 27, 2015 11:42 pm
  • Total posts: 18 - Search user’s posts [ 0.36% of all posts / 0.00 posts per day ]
  • Most active forum: Out of Character Archives [ 7 Posts / 38.89% of user’s posts ]
  • Most active topic: Siren's Corner [ 4 Posts / 22.22% of user’s posts ]

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"Something wickedly delicious, this way comes."
  • Level: 6
  • Experience: 1989
  • Primary Class: Mage
  • Secondary Class: Mage
  • Gold Remaining: 4600
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  • Hit Points: 9
  • Hit: 9
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  • Soak: +1
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  • Age: 24
  • Race: Other ( Satyr and Lycan Hybrid )
  • Origin: Other ( Eternelle Lune )
  • Religion: Other ( Callidora Worship )
  • Physical Features:
    "Mirror, Mirror, on the wall. Whose the handsomest stud of all?"

    Mirror: "You are, Set, you are."

    Set: Smirks devil-may-care like. "Awww, how sweet of you."

    "Yeah...I swiped the mirror from the wicked witch. Deal with it!"

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    He was the only one to acquire any physical attributes of his father. His ears are only very slightly pointed, so slightly that those who were not familiar with his race would realize, but it was there. For all that anyone might suspect, he could be a Half Elf if none were the wiser. Standing around 6'3" in height, this young man had not got his slightly tapered ears from his father, but his swiftness and athletic build. Broad shoulders flowed into a narrow waist, leaving him with a well defined torso that fingers couldn't get enough of.

    His muscular legs were well defined, often confined in a pair of comfortable fitting pants. Tanned from countless days in the sun, he had a complexion some might describe as 'earthy', or golden bronze. Layered, well kept, silken locks of a rich chestnut hue flowed down to his shoulders, which was arrayed into various styles depending on mood, necessity, or maybe even the weather.

    More often than not, he could be found shirtless when indoors. Or when he did wear shirts, they left open to reveal his well defined chest. Weather permitting, he often went shirtless outdoors.

    Far as clothing went, he preferred fine, well made raiments. Most times he would be found wearing something suitable for being outdoors. Golden eyes glimmered brilliantly and seemed to darken or lighten in hue depending upon his mood. There was also a haunted depth in his eyes for those who knew to look for it. A part of him was missing. Part of his soul.

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"Awww.....do I gotta put stuff here? Seriously? Go read Cytara's page...I'm tired."

*Grabs a couple priestesses and shuts the door. Locks it too. "SORRY...time for me to teach these girls how to..."

All you hear is giggling girls and what sounds like a swat to one of their asses. Ya get the idea..you should go before your drug into the party and never leave.

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Eyed the person peeking in through the door and opened it, motioning them to a chair. "Let me guess, your here because your curious? Then I'll do my best to satisfy your curiosity. "Ask what you will." When asked about himself, he nodded. "I see.." he drawled a bit.

"Soo...you wish to know a Satyr's Tale, do you?" He pondered for a bit and decided to begin at the beginning. "Two decades and four years ago, I was born to my mother, Veronique. She is the High Priestess and most favored of Dionysus, over in Eternelle Lune, my home realm. I was born in a temple and have lived there the whole of my life." he began. "Temple life, politics, drama, parties, worship stuff, it's all I've known."

"The long and short of my story is quite simple. I had a childhood only children can imagine. I had a loving mother, a sister younger than me I adored. And I had friends and boy did I get into trouble constantly with them. I was always into things, my curiosity sometimes being my doom. I was once in trouble for stealing all of the under garments of some of the priestesses. They tried to catch me, but I was pretty quick on my feet. My doom was tripping over a tree root and smashing into a wine keg. Wine went -everywhere-. I wound up grounded for three weeks. And ugh, I had to clean up the mess. So not fun." he muttered.

"My mother saw to my education despite my escaping of my tutors more times than I can recall. There was just so much to do and see, books were boring. But when I reached roughly around fifteen, I decided I'd buckle down some and start learning, so I've studied hard since then." He didn't want to be stupid later in life, or cheated out money, or thought of as dumb by those more scholarly than he, so he studied his tail off. Not literally, his tail was awesome!

"Not long ago, my beloved sister passed and I decided to come here, make a life as best I could. My best friend is Najia and she convinced me to leave the temple. I can't live with my mother forever, so here I am, working to make myself a life and have some adventures. We shall see what transpires from here."
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