Enoch of the Firstborn
Details
Full Name: Enoch
Race: Bloodborne Lysanrin || Avialae
Sex: Male
Age: 35
Height: 7'5" || 226 cm.
Wingspan: 20' || 6 m.
Weight: 275 lbs. || 124 kg.
Birthdate: Forgotten in favor of his birth as an Avialae.
Birthplace: Isle of Atoria
Profession: Escort and Warrior
Housing: World at large
Partners: Whisper in the Dark, Light Bond
Titles: King of Diamonds
Factions: None
Fluencies: Akiroth
Conversationals: Common
Ineptitudes: Kathalan, Synskrit
Appearance
Light golden tanned skin set the base of portrait of this warrior. Amber deep-set eyes framed in jet black curly hair. He take pride in his body and looks. Always taking care of his features. Grooming and hygiene a large part of his daily routine. He exudes the desire to look powerful. From physical strength to looks that tempts men and women alike. Fixed in the center of his forehead a natural crystallized resin horn at its base a deep black, thinning through crimson to amber at its tip. His black feathers and tail tipped in amber and golds.
If not in his battle worn armor, he is often seen wearing military styled riding boots, leather pants and elven silk vests and sashes. Deep v necked and sleeveless. Adorned with copper and polish Jet stone.
Personality
Calm and cocky, He rarely is seen in a serious light away from the battlefield. He is a man that is unashamed and will speak his mind. Beware his honied words for that is when he sees something you have that he wants. A charming smile always precedes his joy in the game of seduction. Gild yourself, resist his charms if you can.
If you do not possess something he wants, he can easily be seen staring off into the distance with an air of boredom. There is an eerie look in his eyes during these moments. As if charmed by some distant silent song.
History
As a child he grew up in a sheltered life. Away from most of societies his parents raised him in a quite mountainside farmstead. Keeping to themselves for they had no need of the rest of the world and their prejudices. His father was human and his mother Lysanrin. Learning from them what it meant to be in love and deeply and fiercely protecting that love. When he came of age, he sought after his own love to protect, to fill the emptiness growing in his heart.
The problem was when he left his family he was not prepared to face the hardships that Lysanri faced. Work was hard to come by leaving him to turn to his looks. Allowing people to live their fantasies with a forbidden one such as him in exchange of coin. He would cage his heart until he could leave and make a name for himself somewhere else.
Then the news of a terrible creature known as Hellmaw destroying whole cities began to circulate. This heralded the many waves of refugees fleeing their homes. It was clear Hellmaw was reality and not rumor. Soon enough it would come. No one was safe. Attempt after attempt saw to little damage to the nightmare creature as skies blackened and monsters rained from the sky. The end of days seemed to be upon the world and Enoch feared he would never get to share his heart. Steeling his emotions he would wait for death, but not without a fight.
New talk started pouring in from the wake of Hellmaw's path. A strange man would appear where ever it went, a slew of winged warriors at his side. They would fight.. and fail each time, but it began to encourage talk to aid this man. One man in particular spoke up. Looking for those who would join him in going to find him. Emmerich was a leader. When he spoke, he inspired. A heart full of noble bravery. Wooed Enoch to follow. For once he found someone who's charisma outweighed his own selfishness. He never got the chance to really know Emmerich, too busy being a leader to get to know him. Still his faith in the cause was strong.
When they found the Mage Garel and offered themselves up to his experiments. They were met at first with confusion and acceptance. One by one they were subject to his magics and experiments. One by one, test of will saw most of them through. When he awoke, he founds wings where he didn't before. And a great web of life surged through him. He wasn't afraid. Felt only love and support at his back. It emboldened him. Made him stronger. Casting aside his old life for this one. A new start and and new birth. In quick time they were all ready to confront Hellmaw.
Chaos reigned, but bonds saw them through the thick of it. One truth was born that day. The Hellmaw could be defeated. Soon enough through hard won pain and suffering. The battle was won. Enoch in his celebration didn't see the danger in being so close to the fallen beast. Not until the earth below him opened up beneath his feet. Though he tried to take to the sky, the massive body of the horror hand tangled his hopes up, falling into the underground abyss with the creature.
Later when he regained consciousness it was to darkness as the earth overhead had caved in to burry him and the Hellmaw. A great pain filled his chest unwavering grief wracked his mind as he could not for some reason feel the others. He was alone in darkness.
Once the loss of his bond was gone, he felt nothing but numb. Wandering alone in a subterranean maze that felt like eternity. Living of fungi and invertebrates. The only thing to keep him company was a gentle whisper like a promise in the back of his mind. Whether it was madness setting in from loss and solitude it was the only companion he had. It drove him to hold on. Weakness slowed him, driving him into random blackouts of his mind. The gentle whisper would bring him back to consciousness. Until he found a crystal of pure aether, magic. As he touched it it would encase him into a form of stasis.