Set Calabrian

A Forgotten

• Wolf Form (The infiltrator)

  *Set's Short Description*
  
  The frame, slender though somewhat toned, is held with a grace and elegance like few others. Deep strands of darkened sapphire spill through his face uncontrolled, mostly blocking the astral blue eyes. Poetic motions almost drawing ones mind from reality with planned actions in a twisting harmony to the choired humm of metal on metal vibrations. Blackened choker encasing his neck would feed life into twin chains, each coiled around their respective arm as if the broken platemail of a fallen soldier. Scorched fingerless gauntlets of unnatural construction capped each arm, offering an eerie overall feel to his already strange aura. White sleeveless top clung tightly to his chest, serving as little more than second skin, or accent to the cut down white robe bottom.
  
  
  *Set's Expanded Description*
  
  

  As most commonly seen (and dressed for combat):

  
  
  Standing just barely over 5'9, the dark, wolven bred creature seems a sight of great elegance and beauty. His fur, short and well-kept, was what could only be described as the black of a moonless night, reflecting little to no light in most circumstances. Wild strands of deep sapphire shimmer within the light, as the long straight hair hangs halfway down his chest in the front, and far longer in the back. Under the hair, and partly blocked by it, sits an unmarred, fragile looking face, home to the majestic astral blue eyes that seem to hold an eternity within them. The shifting and swirling blues of the iris glide slowly and softly around the slightly lighter bluish white pupil, almost offering the effect of a midnight ice storm.
  
  
  
  His frame seems extremely skinny, though well built muscles dawn and shape each part of it, offering him the look of one with mild power, though immensely great speed. His motions seem like one fluid poem, as every action he seems to take is graceful and poetic in its own right. His posture is placed with a paw set firmly at his waist, resting on one of the thick black leather belts. The belt, being only one of six, held tight the lower half of a white kingly robe, accented in a dark sapphire coloured to match his hair. The upper half of the robe had been removed to provide extra mobility and cut lose some unneeded weight. The bottom robe section was open in the front, as it gave way to what lays beneath it. Clear to view from most angles in front, black leather trousers lined his legs, seeming to be somewhat of a tight fit as they tuck militarily into his boots.
  
  
  
  The boots were constructed of hard black leather, with a one-inch sole, and a small amount of steel placed into them in key locations. Some of such being implanted over the toe, as well as studs that run up the sides and along the edge of the sole of the boots. Small solid black greaves that match the colour of his pants, sit low on his shins, protecting from mid-ankle to just an inch above the mid of his shin. The greaves seem to hold a small emblem right at the top of each one; a crest embedded with a dragon atop a wild blue crystal, a strange halo is perched over the head of the dragon. Instead of being gold and vibrant like most would see a halo to be, the one over the dragon’s head is a dreadful black, as if it itself was a prison for the fallen mind. From behind the halo sprouts two large black feathered wings that curve gently down to surround the full of the crest. Loose feathers are depicted as if captured in time as they fell to the ground a few inches below the rest of the crest.
  
  
  
  The back of his legs as well as most of his upper legs are host to dozens of small belts or straps, all made of black leather, and each one crossing differently and at different angles. Some were used to hold the greaves on, though most dawn his legs for other reasons that are unknown. He wears a very small white shirt over the top of his frame, though even so, such a shirt is little different from nothing at all. The shirt starts almost at the top of his neck, as it runs down his body, holding no place for sleeves as it leaves his arms and shoulders fully exposed, clinging tightly to his chest.
  
  
  
  Clear to vision sitting over his right shoulder, and sized as to not add too much weight, is a black metal shoulder guard. The guard is lined with eight slender four-inch spikes that lay scattered around the sides and top of the curve. The thin metal plate protects his right arm from most light and medium downward strikes at high angles, as the spikes may be used to add injury to any careless attacker that wanders too close to them.
  
  
  
  Around his neck, over top of the shirt, sits a thick metal choker, with two detachable chains hooked to loops on each side of it. The chains droop slightly down his chest as they are then wrapped around his lower arms and wrists, each on its own side. The chains then fall further more, as they find their way back to his waist, wielding two kusara-kamas at the end of each. The kamas are held in place by small clasps on one of the many belts he wears around his waist, though they are only placed in loosely to allow for quick access to them in times of need.
  
  
  
  As well as the two kama in clear sight, a single black rapier hung loosely on the front section of the left side of his hip. From what little of the weapon could be seen, it was still clear that it seemed of regal construction and well detailed, though the blade itself was blocked from view due to the black leather scabbard. Hidden mostly by the lower section of the topless robe, and clasped to his outer right thigh, sits a tursiri-kama. The tursiri-kama fits snugly onto some of the small straps that line the leg, as it provides a reachable secondary weapon in times of need, or when greater speed is desired for closer combat.
  
  
  
  On his paws sit two black metal fingerless gauntlets, the left jutting out into thin spikes above the forearm, as the right seems more curved and sculpted smooth as to receive and deflect attacks instead of inflict them. The odd black gauntlets seem as if crafted by demonic hands, as their shape and texture of black give them a eerie and dreadful look, enough to bring an ominous feeling over most that look at them. In place of armour over the fingers, he wears black leather gloves that rise to his elbows. The black gloves laced together along the insides of the arms, the laces continue up his arms a shot way after the ends of the gloves. Near the top, they wrap around the circumference as they then tie on the inside of his upper arms, a few inches below his shoulders.
  
  
  
  Trailing the slender form’s every motion, and sprouting from upper back, are two large black raven-like feathered wings, that seem to add an odd sense of elegance and mystique to the form. On close inspection, or were one observant enough, the match would be almost assured of those odd wings, and those on the outer of the crest that line the greaves.

  
  
  
  *Physical*
  
  
  •Build: Lean and agile
  
  •Height: 5'9
  
  •Weight: 135
  
  •Eyes: Shifting Astral Blue
  
  •Hair: Long Dark Sapphire
  
  •Wings: Feathers to match the darkest of nights, offering hues of blue to any source of light.
  
  •Posture: Grace, elegance, and keen footing are akin to him as breathing to most.
  
  •Handedness: Where weapons are concerned, nearly ambidextrous, for anything else primarily right.
  
  
  
  
  
  *Mental*
  
  ~Most of his mental characteristics in this form are forced, as a mask to hide his true self~
  
  
  •Personality: A caring, playful and outgoing soul when comfortable. A sly, calculating, socially awkward solitarian, appearing broken of the mind when not.
  
  •Alignment: Unpredictable at best, and most often unwilling to truly show his hand; he will however force a smile to strangers in hopes of not being given a second look.
  
  •Likes:Forests, Night (when alone), Adventure, Rain.
  
  •Dislikes:Large groups, Night (with strangers), Being forced to constantly relocate.
  
  •Phobias:The past, Losing grip, Self-reflection.

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• Abilities

  Shifting form (Dragon)- Set has spent years in the embrace of the monster that lies within him, and far more at battle with it in attempts to repress the draconic rage. Should his need be dire, he may consider stepping out of it's way, and giving up the ruse of this form completely.
  
  Flight- Set has wings in all forms
  
  Combat Veteran- A strategist and Warlord for years, Set is proficient with combat in most forms, specializing in guerrilla and siege warfare. Well acquainted with many types of weapons, he is most proficient with those he carries.
  
  Ethereal Fire-a weapon or skill in no way, the contact of direct moonlight to Set's eyes will engulf them in blue ethereal flames burning 8-10 inches upward. The exact cause is unknown, though suspected to do with the void corruption to his original celestial lineage.
  
  Magics- Naturally gifted with some elemental magics, though more often than not, forgotten about due to this gift being largely unnecessary.
  Poison- Gifted
  Earth- Well versed
  Fire- Little skill and little interest, mostly serving at the level of parlor tricks