The Seelie
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Efrin Jaeger, Commander of the Spring Court
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aName|| Efrin Caoilfhionn Jaeger
Pronunciation|| Eh-frin Kee-lin Yay-ger
Moniker|| Rin
Gender|| Undoubtedly male, cisgender
Race|| Gancanagh
Lineage|| Seelie Fae, born of noble blood
Age|| Unspoken; neglected to continue keeping records
Safe to say he's filling out his fourth centuryBirthdate|| August 18
Birthplace|| Glendalough, 'the garden of Ireland'
Wicklow Mountains National ParkZodiac|| Leo
Current Location|| New Versailles
aaaaNo fixed residence
Nationality|| Irish
Language/s||
English, German, GaelicVoice|| Suave, rich baritone
The Gancanagh, a male faerie in Irish mythology best known for his ability to seduce human women with a heavenly voice and one simple touch. That touch is thought to have an addictive toxin in their skin that make the humans they seduce literally addicted to them. The women seduced by this type of faerie typically die from the withdrawal after one night of lust-filled fun, pining away for the Ganacanagh's love or fighting to the death for his love. It is unknown for absolutely sure, even among seasoned researchers, but he is likely a member of the seelie court, despite his rather randy behavior.
Unbeknown to others, there is no known record of what this effect has on the same gender, or other supernatural races, for that matter. Addiction could be a problem, death may invariably be a problem... or maybe not. He could very well be more aligned to sit himself down next to another man for a rollicking good romp or storytelling time, boasting of his escapades. The only way to know is that unlucky encounter some distant night in the future.
You can normally spot a Gancanagh by his smell, but if you are of the male persuasion you might find a debonair little man with a clay pipe and a farmer’s hat; or just some random, well-dressed guy. He has no shadow and no animal makes a sound when he's around; his dark, rich baritone is all the sound his forest needs.
Isn't that an Incubus?Nope, sorry.
Firstly, an Incubus is said to be a hideous, night-stalking demon (already a pretty gruesome start). Dating back to 3000 B.C., the Incubus seduces women while they sleep. Well, “seduce” is really too kind a description of the authentic events. The women who actually survive the attack usually either, A) go insane and commit suicide, or B) give birth to equally-hideous demon children (who then go on to commit horribly demonic acts, not the least of which involves eating their Mother). Secondly, and still a pretty terrifying trait worth mentioning, an Incubus will become enraged in the presence of a human male figure, taking it as a sexual threat/competition for its intended victim (no matter the male’s age or actual relation to the woman). Therefore, a human male who is unfortunate enough to encounter an Incubus in the course of their nightly dalliances usually either, A) flees, driven insane by terror, or is B) killed outright.
Pretty fucking gruesome, if you ask me. But, compared to all that... can the Gancanagh really be any worse? To the poor, unfortunate girl he sets his sights on, if indeed it is a woman, he is just as surely as heartless a demon as the Incubus… wrapped in much prettier packaging.
Over two thousand years ago, the Gancanagh made a name for himself skulking around lonely glens, lakesides, campfires, and hills. Not confined to the night (as an Incubus is), and dressed in his upper middle-class Irish or Scottish finery, he’d catch scent of a young human female. Following her, watching her, he’d listen in on her innermost thoughts and desires. Then, as if by magic, he’d suddenly appear, leaning casually against a rock or tree, with a clay or unlit wooden pipe pursed in his full, pouty lips. To describe him as handsome would be a vast understatement, for both his face and body would somehow exactly match the ideal man of this maiden’s dreams! The air would shimmer around him, enveloping them both in a sweet, intoxicating mist, drawing her ever closer. She’d hold her hand out to him…if she could but touch him, and prove this is only the sweetest dream…
And it’s then that the Gancanagh would spring the fatal trap. One touch of his skin…just one touch… renders the woman instantly, insatiably, and irreversibly addicted to him. At that moment she becomes his possession, his to do with as he wants (and he usually wants repeatedly, often, and in the most inappropriate of locales). The Gancanagh wouldn’t care if that very morning the young maiden was as pure, pious, and virtuous as the driven snow. She was now his slave, and each moment spent together was another piece of her own will (and good name) gone.
Could other people see this Gancanagh? Yes. But to those not under his spell, he would appear as an absolutely ordinary stranger. Indeed, for the men who might have previously been wooing that maiden, his power over her would be completely unexplainable, confusing, and maddening. For the girl’s family, there would be shame and horror at her actions and behavior. And for the rest of the town (and into the surrounding villages, depending on how rigorous and scandalous the exploits), the girl was now an outcast. Shunned as a harlot, a floosy…and all the other charming terms that usually accompanied those.
Another chilling, yet telling, trait of the Gancanagh that sets him apart from an Incubus is this Fae’s absolute delight at sharing a raunchy, bawdy bit of gossip, bragging, and jokes with other men. Oh, how he loves to boast about his conquests, and goad other men into doing the same!
But what would become of the girl? I’m afraid her fate was sealed with that first touch. Aside from shape-shifting, this particular Faerie’s “gift” is a type of toxin secreted through his skin. If a sexually-mature female comes into contact with it, they’re done for. Instant, total, hopeless addiction, for which there is no cure. When the Gancanagh becomes bored, and he quickly does, he disappears…. literally. Leaving the poor lass obsessed, thinking of nothing but him. The rest of her short life is spent in an increasingly frantic search, pining for her lost love, and driven to progressively more destructive fits of utter madness and paranoia. Finally, interested not in food, drink, nor sleep…the girl will die of a broken heart.
As the centuries have passed, tales of the Gancanagh still surface in Ireland and Scotland, though this Faerie has had to alter both his appearance and habits to fit the times. In the early days, he kept to the outskirts, forest and glens, drawn to campfires, clutching his pipe in his perfect teeth. Oddly, the pipe was never lit, as it was said this Fae did not like the smell of tobacco smoke, but the pipe was thought to make him look more debonair during those times. Today, the pipe might be replaced with a cigarette. However, since smoking has become a bit of a no-no, the modern Gancanagh might have done away with that identifier altogether. Since this clever creature has survived this long, he’s no doubt discovered how coffee shops and pubs draw women like moths to the flame. And, since his appearance to the general public is so mundane, he might have even have taken to blending into the pulsating, drink-and-lust-filled human presence of night clubs to hunt his prey.
Along with his appearance, the effects of the Gancanagh’s toxin, too, have altered over the years. Hundreds of years ago, a young lady afflicted with this plague almost always succumbed to the heartbreak and madness in a matter of weeks. Science and medicine being what they were (basically herbs, tonics, and prayers), her condition would be sudden, unexplainable, and terrifying. Along the way, she may have acted out her madness by accusing her closest friends of stealing her love, tipping over a few wagons full of livestock, setting fire to some hay bales, and wreaking general havoc on her fellow townsfolk, before crying and starving herself into an early grave. By the time the culprit was found to be the Gancanagh, the girl would be dead, and the Faerie, of course, long gone. Today, depending on how destructive a “tear” a woman was set upon after losing her Fae lover, you might find a string of keyed cars, slashed tires, broken windows, and assorted boiled rabbits and cryptic messages scrawled in either lipstick or blood, depending on what might have been handy for the poor, deranged girl at the time.
- -- - -- - -- -Gancanagh are approximately the same shape and height as human men - including rounded ears (pointed ears are a mark of impure blood somewhere in their family line). They are especially attractive, usually pale and with dark hair, although they do occasionally come in other human-like shades.
Health: 100%
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Body Type|| Hybrid; ectomorph and mesomorph. Deceptively powerful.
Build|| Lithe, bordering on mesomorph. Tall bastard with naught but definition to accentuate his form, his occupation more-than-requires he keep himself at a set condition to effectively act as he needs. Too bulky and he loses that competitive, agile edge needed to stay one step above the adversary. Too thin, he'll easily lose the effectiveness of his combat style.
aaaaHeight||6'2"
aaaaWeight||188 lbs.
Complexion|| Relatively pale, by human standards. Skin is generally unblemished.
Tattoos|| None apparent.
Piercings|| None apparent.
Scars|| None apparent. Glamoured, thinks them to be of demeaning value.
Hair|| Blond, natural. Often tagged with a few streaks of lighter-hued chocolate tones if the occasion is proper.
aaaaStyle|| Faux-styling, mostly. Pompadour, comb over, whatever tickles his fancy.
aaaaBody|| Relatively smooth, save for whatever is socially accepted for his gender. You know where to look. Scruff often adorns his visage.
Eyes|| Blue; often piercing, always observing whatever happens in his vicinity.
aaaaIrregularities|| His eyes glow slightly at night, could be attributed to night vision. Upper-class supernaturals can notice this right away, if he's staring right at them. Others may just think its a trick of the light.
Peculiar|| Nothing much; appears human for all intents and purposes.
Distinguish|| Highly defined cheekbones and jawline.
Like all fae, Gancanagh are deathly allergic to iron. Iron reacts strongly with the magic that is an integral part of their anatomy, and causes a violent allergic reaction in the form of a burn. This starts out resembling a rapid and intense sunburn, but prolonged contact with iron can cause any fae's flesh to blacken and die; extreme circumstances even leading to a limb simply rotting off, leaving behind a grotesque, stringy stump. Gancanagh are capable of dwelling in cities, but are uncomfortable in cars, planes, elevators - basically any metal box.
Gancanagh are as immortal as any true fae - they will not die of natural causes. They reach peak physical maturity after a period of about six centuries, though socially they aren't considered mature until after their first millennium. From then on, Gancanagh essentially stop aging. Because they often outlive their partners, children are incredibly rare for them - but if they have a son, he too is a Gancanagh. Daughters are Aes Sídhe, depending on the species of the mother.
Gancanagh are omnivores, but can also temporarily thrive on love. They do have a typical fae fondness for sweets, however.
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Health: 94%
Humans are extremely irritating.
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Social|| Extroverted, without a doubt. Proud of it. Is there a bar nearby? You can bet he's probably in the thick of things, spilling just about everything. Generally, this lands him in hot water, but nothing a good strong arm and plying of alcohol can't fix.
Behaviour|| Unpredictable. Playful, far more often than not.
Alignment|| Regularly swings between Lawful Neutral and Neutral Good.
Priorities|| Arguable. With no set singular priority, his interests usually revolve around the military, his Court, his Prince, his own wellbeing, and occasionally the firm, rough romp at the hearthside.
Handedness|| Equally comfortable with both hands.
Mannerisms|| Militaristic; all actions are carefully acted with precision.
Balance|| Logical; a majority of his life lived under the dictating rule of cold, calculating, brutal military precision. Emotion rarely ever plays a key role in his game, but when it does, he usually takes swift action to quash such desires; the mortal world may end up one less member.
Traits - Positive|| Loyal (almost to a fault), jovial, extremely social.
Traits - Negative|| Stubborn, reckless, always ready for combat.
Fears|| Exile. His whole life has known order and heirarchy; he has no clue what he'd do if he had none of that.
Quirks|| His biggest issue is that of being touched. He's been around long enough to know what contact with his skin does to human women; so-much-so that he would rather stick needles in his eyes than make contact with the outside world. He hasn't yet had a chance to discover what such a "gift" does to those of the same sex or supernatural races, but he's not very keen on finding out anytime soon.
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Faerie is a perilous land
...and in it are pitfalls for the unwary
and dungeons for the overbold.
- J.R.R. Tolkien
aaaaJason Vaele, Prince of the Spring Court, commanding officer of the royal army; my best friend. My duty is to him, my action is his arm. My fealty was sworn upon the very ground to which I was born, that is something I shall carry with me forever; something I vowed to never break. A vow I intend to keep for as long as I am able. I follow a code, learned well in my first few years after a daily recital at the most ungodly hour imaginable:
Death Before Dishonor: A member of the Seelie Court shall protect his or her honor to the death. Honor is the single source of glory for the Seelie, the only way to attain recognition. A true Seelie would rather die than live with personal dishonor, and would never bring dishonor to another of the Seelie.
Love Conquers All: For the Seelie, love is the perfect expression of the soul. It transcends all other things. Though romantic love is considered to be the highest and purest form of love, platonic love is also encouraged.
Beauty is Life: Beauty is one of the first tenants of the Seelie Court. To belong, a fae has to be beautiful, and all beauty is to be protected. The Seelie are known to go to war to protect beauty, whether it is a beautiful person, place, or thing.
Never Forget a Debt: This tenet works in two ways. The Seelie are bound by their code of honor to repay any debt owed as soon as is possible. This includes both favors and insults. The Seelie will repay a favor in a timely fashion; at the same time, they will exact vengeance almost immediately.
Rank|| Seelie Court noble, Lord.
Fealty|| Unwavering, sworn to Jason Vaele, King of the Spring Court.
Status|| Kinsey 4; engaged to Svetlana - arranged marriage that he so desperately needs to escape.
Skills|| Myriad, though only a few are actively focused on for the betterment of his Court, and he likes to think his flair for the unique is far more useful for sabotage.
aaaaMelee: Dual-wield, sword and shield, polearm. Dual-wield is preferred over all others, his innate grasp of hand-eye coordination is far more superior than the lumbering gait he's stuck with should he spar with the polearm, or try his hand at defense. He's always found himself more useful out on the front lines for scouting, among other things; heavier weapons are less-conducive to effective patrols.
aaaaMagika: Unlike most others of his kind, his grasp of affinity comes down to the mind. Not strictly control or psychic ability, per se; more often used as influence and deterrence.
Glamour
Mindtap
Illusion
Flight
Farsight
Tenacity|| His strengths are few, but enough to make a name and reputation for himself.
Honor As Knight-Commander of the royal army, it is of utmost, absolute importance that there is held a fine-lined balance between honor and duty, and justice. Of equal importance, the ability to recognize both his superiors and subordinates. With all things, honor is to be held to the highest-possible standard regard. He doesn't take very well to being wrongfully accused of things he had no involvement in. On the same hand, if he is made aware of someone going back on their word for anything even remotely trivial, he has no qualms about going out of his way to label someone treasonous.
Agility His greatest strength, when all the dust has finally settled. From the start, he's always known that speed would be his greatest ally, easily outdoing strength or intimidation, like most of his classmates as he grew up under military discipline. Its always amusing to him when he's presented with a challenge twice as big as him, only to find them turning tail after an average of ten seconds for him to completely dismantle armor and have armament lying yards out of reach. During educational trials, he'd always top the leaderboards to both the chagrin and excitement of many an officiator, so it was no surprise that he was quick to lay his life down for his Court on behalf of being selected to become second-in-command. He's not yet met a match that he hasn't bested in-combat, either in a friendly skirmish or on the battlefield, but pit him against someone else in the bedroom... there's almost a zero percent chance for him to come out unscathed.
Music Like with most Fae, Efrin is deeply indebted to music of any sort, though owes most, if not all of his general luck to that of a romantic genre. He prides himself on his ability to woo a lady with naught but his voice, and should anyone find themselves insulting such an ability, whether indirect or otherwise, chances are the next time they're seen is completely bled out down a dark alley. If there's alcohol involved anywhere that also boasts an open mic night, it shouldn't come as a surprise for anyone to catch him hogging all the spotlight. Playing a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse, this is also one of his biggest vulnerabilities should a discovery be made about about his absolute favorite style: anything instrumental that sets his overactive imagination into overdrive.
Language No Fae is capable of telling an outright lie, lest they desire to forfeit all that they are; social standing, affinities, family, etc. They become but a shell of who they once were, unable to ever find themselves welcomed back into the good graces of their Court. As such, its become second-nature for Efrin to dance his way around questions tossed his way until he's able to answer it both to satisfy one's curiosity, as well as to keep himself. If presented with a question that he cannot answer to meet these requirements, there is no mistaking that he'll go irate and likely get physical.
Vulnerability|| Though hard to discern unless under immense scrutiny, once discovered, these can easily be played to his downfall.
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