#faelon

(Warning: Flashing Image, Blood)

Rogues and their shady histories...

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“We come to mourn a friend, a comrade who fell in combat and sacrificed himself in order to protect Toril from the wrath of the Night Serpent,” the Tiefling begins as she takes the stand, her voice quiet but quivering with rage as she spoke while her hands dug into the sides of the podium she stood on. Her face was tear-streaked, 

Alongside her were a group of fellow adventurers, those who had watched his sacrifice- a lanky, blonde half-elf who clutched his instruments and sobbed quietly, looking older than he should while being comforted by a much younger halfling with twin tails, along with a blue-haired human in robes who kept quiet throughout this as well as a heavily armoured half-elf that merely sat at the pews with his hands clasped together in a silent prayer. 

As the coffin was opened to let the mourners have one last look at their comrade, there was...nothing. Nothing but a single, glowing bow of elven made, and the widow of the man shielded her face at seeing that there was nothing left behind except his beloved bow- erased from existence as he was, it was a miracle they could even retrieve an artefact he had to host this ceremony. The procession continued, and the blonde half-elf soon took the stage with the halfling to perform a piece they had created in memory of their friend. Throughout this, the widow- a beautiful human woman clad in robes seemed surprisingly quiet and subdued, not at all interacting with the rest of the mourners that milled around the place. 

All the way at the back, however, there was a group that sat quietly, almost distancing themselves from the crowd and subsequent motions that occurred around the place. One shed her hood to reveal a red-headed half-elf, looking blank faced despite having obviously been crying, while the other flipped his helmet off to reveal an older human male with a buzzcut. Around them sat another group- a younger woman who donned a set of purple armor with pink trim, a stoic-looking man with the unmistakeable symbol of Tyr emblazoned on his robes and a stiff half-orc that had a wolf draped over his shoulders. 

“It could’ve been you,” the human male spoke now, pulling out a translucent pendant that seemed to have some sort of smoke-like markings within, “It could’ve also been me.” 

The half-elf matched the gesture, pulling out a pendant of her own that pulsated with black energies. “I know. We cannot fail.” 

I realized that I never showed the updated versions of the R’E characters! These were done a while ago, so I’m showing them now!

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)As a void beast, Faelon has a completely different appreciation for looks than others might. It’s not a gauge of attractiveness to him, but rather the little trickster is interested in the potential for his own amusement.Anarba’s forced stoicism makes the voidsent a bit uncertain, as it might mean he could spend so much time watching and trying to coax Anarba into some sort of reaction without success. On the other hand, though, it could be a long game with a suitably worthwhile payoff in the end. In that regard he remains hopeful.

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)Everyone Faelon takes an interest in is the dearest of friends to him, whether they want to be or not.

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔(wanting to have sex with them)Sexual desire is something that Faelon simply doesn’t feel, and finds this behaviour in non-void creatures to be both fascinating and disgusting. He understands the reproductive purposes of the act, but anything relating to desire is incomprehensible to him. As a means to an end he may engage in the act, however it would most likely be a mechanical, awkward experience. A demon of seduction he is not.He doesn’t believe there’s anything to achieve in attempting to seduce Anarba.

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔(hoping for a romantic relationship)Romantic intent is another fundamentally incomprehensable thing to Faelon, and while he sees more potential in the stage act of being romantic towards another over sex, it is behaviour he engages in very infrequently, viewing it as largely a waste of his time and effort. Unsurprisingly, the idea of coaxing a romantic relationship out of Anarba is simply an unacceptable use of his time.