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Tomai Demetriou

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    |Moniker||Athanasios Nikolas Orosco
    |Dub||Aethan; will only answer to a call of this moniker.
    |Sex||XY; male.
    |Race||Nephilim; half-human, half-angel.     		|Age||26; ages as a normal human.
    |Birthplace||Imerovigli, Greece; a dugout hovel somewhere in the isolated countryside, far from proper medical care.
    |Birthday||June 26
    |Astrology||
    Western; Cancer
    Chinese; Dragon
    		|Nationality||Greek
    |Language||Multilingual, pretty fluent in all known modern-day languages, though prefers to use the common tongue relative to wherever he's located.
    |Voice||
    |Scent||Indiscernible; male, for all intents and purposes. Slight musk, though veiled by cologne and deodorant... and maybe a tinge of seawater?

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    |Build||Mesomorph; athletic and toned.
    |Height||Five-ten.
    |Weight||One fifty-five.
    |Complexion||Pale, mildly tanned.
    |Countenance||Gruff, clean-shaven; expression often condescending.     		|Scars||A fair few, glamored away.
    |Tattoos||Shoulder
    |Piercings||--     		|Eyes||Green, piercing; seemingly able to gaze into the soul of another.
    |Hair||Brown, styled to something that never sticks, no matter how much he tries to get it to cooperate.
    |Body||Smooth; rarely ever a trace of hair on him.

    Clothing? For a being that spends much of his time in the air, they're too much of a hindrance for his true form for the many times he needs a quick getaway. He'll always be found in nothing but a set of tattered rags draped over his shoulders, and a flimsy loincloth that looks like even the faintest of breezes would set it to dust.

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    PsychologyPredominantly introverted; a by-product of both not knowing himself anymore-- the war going on in his mind--, and the reactions of populations to his kind.
    Behaviour
    AlignmentDepends on context, usually chaotic neutral.     		Handedness
    Mannerismswip
    BalanceLogic barely even comes into play, with how often his mind is tearing itself up over his decisions. Emotion reigns supreme in his body, and he never, ever comes out of it unscathed because of it. Every passing day leads him more and more into insanity and the heavily-influencing beckon of the unholy.     		Vices
    Virtues
    Faith


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    Aethan's bloodline is unknown even to himself. This leaves plenty of room for him to end up hurt, or worse; he definitely realizes this. But he's very much out for blood and knowledge when it comes to his family.

    Mother; unknown
    Father; unknown
    Siblings; unknown

    Sexual Orientation; unsure
    *Probably doesn't mind getting acquainted with either gender, though probably prefers the masculine sort.
    Status; unshackled