#general-verse

TAGGED BY: @cloaked-menace

NAME:  Aiges Stower

AGE:  1700+

SPECIES: Human tainted with fey blood

GENDER:  Male

ORIENTATION:  Straight

INTERESTS:  Weapon-play, Culture, Cusine, Sightseeing, Religion

PROFESSION:  Vigilante, Mercenary, Exorcist

BODY TYPE:  Peak human, Wide shoulders with a body that is both bulky and well toned.

EYES:  Blue & Brown, A mutation caused by the fey blood

HAIR:  Brown

SKIN: Tanned white

HEIGHT:  6″7

WEIGHT:  250 lbs (325 with full harness)

COMPANIONS:  Deceased. 

ANTAGONISTS: None in particular, But with him being human he has many close-encounters with the guard.

PET PEEVES: 

Drunken people always get under his skin, especially the ones who act like absolute fools when intoxicated.

Those who hurt others purely for selfish gain without reason.

Those who have a blind sense of justice annoy him, Who cannot look at both side of a person.

COLOURS: Green

SMELLS: Nature, Flowers, Tea

FRUITS:  Apples, Oranges

DRINKS:  Tea is a delicacy to him.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?  yes [ ]  ||  no [ ]  ||  occasionally [ X ]

SMOKES?  yes [   ]  ||  no [ X  ]  ||  occasionally  [  ]

DRINKS?  yes [  ]  ||  no [   ]  ||  occasionally [ X ]

DRUGS?:  yes [    ]  ||  no [ X   ]  ||  occasionally [  ]

DRIVERS LICENSE?:  yes [  ]  ||  no [ X ]  

Send ◀◀ To get a glimpse of my muse’s past!

Aiges nods to the peculiar annon. A subtle yet, Respectful gesture, while aiges could not understand why such hostility. He was sure that this man had his reasons.

“Thy forgiveness ist accepted, I bid thee farewell.”

Aiges looked to the Saracen in front of him... Heavy chest, Weak arms... Yet, an undying anger towards this person... A Saracen, a warrior by the looks of it. Similar to those whom he had fought in the crusades...

Aiges was silent, in thought... Memories, bad ones... Ones that he’d sooner forget yet... Memories that he wished he could only have a firmer grasp on...

What was their name again?

Aiges looked to the Saracen who DARE Speak as if aiges’ people had struck first! Their GREED and GLUTTONY for power caused them to invade Europe, his home!

But, their words were not unwarranted. Being on the crusades himself he knew of the atrocities some Christians had committed... But, such was war. There is nothing pretty noir glorious about it at the bare-bones.

“...”

Aiges took a second... Those words, he could not find them to be more true... Truth be told, these anons, while being a slight curse with their constant pestering. It was nice to talk with one who seemingly knew some about him beforehand.

To see empires rise, to see them fall.

To see children born, and then to see them succumb to age.

To construct friendships, only to see them...

...

He best not think about it, lest he becomes crestfallen over those in his past once more... However, he should still grace the anon with an answer, lest he come off as rude.

“... Tis best to admire a flower in its prime, than to continue to gaze until it crumbles to dust.”

Aiges was surprised for a moment! ... Was that Latin he had heard? ... He looked to the robed anons, they were chanting of the lord, asking him for their protection, and for the lord to fight for them... That coupled with their armor, Were they perhaps paladins? ... He had not much to say to them but, a simple gesture would be in place. To wish them the Lord's guidance.

“Sit Dominus autem dirigat viam vestram.”( May the Lord guide your way)

“W-Wha-?”Aiges could only extend his hand towards the strange figure as they bolted away from him... That was odd? He had never seen anyone afraid of him for being a knight! ... He wished to say something to them to calm the strange gray faced individual but, it would appear they were gone...