Viorel

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx «Name» Viorel «Age» 50 «Date of Birth» March 12th «Zodiac Sign» Pisces

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx «Gender» Male «Sexuality» Bisexual «Species» Suesai «Marital» Single

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx «Fur» Jet Black «Color of Hair» Black/Purple «Type of Hair» Curly «Eyes» Pink «Mutations» Scale Overgrowth «Markings» Wisteria Purple

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx «Webbing» Dark Purple/Violet «Mouth» Shark Teeth «Height» 5'11" «Weight» 160lbs «Scent» Sweet and floral «Other Features» Finned tail

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Qualities: A very charming, playful, and imaginative lad. Known for being sensitive, compassionate, and his overwhelming kindness. He was raised be selfless and sympathetic to the suffering of others.
Flaws: He has a very idealistic nature, and his forbidden love of the ocean has caused him learn vague and secretive tendencies. He is naïve to the horrors of the world, and can be easily mislead or tricked because of that.
Favorite foods: Very fond of sweets and candies.
Favorite seasons: Spring, when the frost thaws from the ground and mornings are crisp and refreshing.
Favorite time of the day: Dusk, when the land is quiet and the sea fills with reflections of the heavens above.
What he loves: His mother, their little quiet paradise, dancing and playing music.
What he likes: Sightseeing, exploring, adventuring, and sailing the ocean blue.
What he dislikes: Over fishing, those who make jokes about his appearance, and pirates who are of the plundering and pillaging variety.

What he hates: Undiscovered.
Opinion of himself: Viorel has no bad opinions about himself, he knows that he is soft and yet he does not see that as a weakness. To be kind is a strength all in its own. To smile and share his light and love? That is a great gift.
Ambitions: He knows there is more the world that he is missing-- and he longs to find out more about what he is. The warnings his mother has given him about the ocean has only lead him to want to see what it holds. They were born for the water. They should not avoid it!
Philosophy of life: “A bird is safe in its nest - but that is not what its wings are made for.”
Religion: None
Attitude to religion: He is aware of religion as a concept, but he has no education on it and the multitude of gods. He thinks these practices are interesting, but has no desire to subscribe to any of them. He is more familiar with the water gods that sailors worship. Like Poseidon, or Amphitrite.
Biggest fears: His love of the water hurting his mother.
Traumas: None

Employed: Occasionally helps the fishermen by corralling fish into their nets and helping them load their ships. They on occasion let him sail with them, but do not employ him.
Job: None, he is too busy wandering and adventuring.
Hobbies: Fishing, dancing, playing music, and making little jewelry pieces out of his scales and seashells.
Education: Since he was raised on land, Viorel has learned to read and write. He is decently educated about the world above the ocean-- but not well learned about the ocean depths. His mother was raised on land too and could not contribute much.
Talents: Has remarkable skill with sailing, and navigating the ocean surface. He also has excellent rhythm and a natural born skill with music and playing instruments.
Abilities: Great abilities to bend and manipulate water. Has some average abilities with ice manipulation taught to him by his mother. He has the hidden potential to learn blood-bending, but has not revealed he is capable of it yet.
Dreams: To find and locate more of his kind and try to learn more about the world below the ocean surface. A place he has been forbidden to see-- and yet it draws him.

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____From a lineage hunted to near extinction, comes a bright light in the abyss. A charming lad who was born from Pruina, one of the triplets of Stellis and Orbis. Though his sire remains a mystery? He was raised under a brilliant sun, with warm sands at his feet and the ocean's call like a siren. A music in his heart. A beating rhythm that drove him. A pulse that filled him with purpose, and talent.

Viorel was not raised in the waters his people called their home. He was born upon the land and raised to its freedoms. It's culture and it's languages becoming his own. It's people more friendly faces then any of his ill-fated kin. His childhood was filled with warnings from his mother. Do not tempt your fate with the ocean. Do not be drawn to it's call. For it brings only your doom. The only good thing the ocean had bore? Was him into her life. Yet even with those haunting advice? The boy could not ignore the sea. It lured him, though forbidden, and he answered it's call. Slowly becoming better with explaining his absences to his mother, and being evasive about the use of his free time.

The lad explored the ocean from it's surface for the first while. Working for sailors, and fishermen in exchange for the thrill of seeing more of that vast blue world. But that soon was not enough. Viorel knew there was so much more to the world then he had seen in his 30 some years-- and he longed to know more about where he came from. He wanted the answers his mother refused to (or could not) give.

So he left their homestead under the guise of a 'work term' with a traveling circus, pretending that he wanted the opportunity to better train his talents with dancing and music-- when in truth? He turned his eyes to the ocean.