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Name: Cole Byrne
Bernie, Loe
Gender: Male
Age: Appears early 20s
Shhhh
Species: Sluagh
One famously fucked up fae
He's out for your heart and soul
Nationality: Irish
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Orientation: Why choose?
Status: Affianced
Promised to a stray.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
In chaos there is opportunity
Scent: Dior Sauvage
A subtle woodsy seduction, that definitely fails to mask the faint but ever present suggestion of ash
Occupation: Nothing legitimate
A professional trouble causer
Hair: Dirty blond
Eye Color: Cold steel blue
Skin: Perfectly pale
Permanent soft shadows under his eyes
Height: 5'9"
Build: Appealingly if subtly toned, little by way of padding. Takes care of himself
Scars: Ugly pale patching at both elbows and shoulders, ranging extensively across the back of his neck.
Gravel rash is a bitch
Tattoos:
Neck - The mark of the revolting trade.
Eyes alight with the souls of the innocent
Left Calf - Blot style raven, tribute to his lesser shape.
Spite and self service drove this lascivious Fae to the cruelties that would come to define his very being. A bug who would find far too much sadistic pleasure in the torment of those lesser mere mortals in the city! Tricks taken a trifle too far, pranks overused, to death in many cases. How quickly those affronted would grow vengeful at his evils. Too bitter and dark for his own kind, his crimes against other poor souls soon began to extend to those of his immediate ilk too. No one was spared his wickedness, and none were left with any love for the black hearted little wretch. Execution came swiftly at the behest of the violently spurned. Sending the boy reeling into the dark to become little more than a desperate, black winged shade, flocking in the night in search of the unfortunate dying. To steal away their souls for his own keeping became his every calling. The damnable Sluagh. A horrifying creature of dark whims and dreadful desire. Ah but, in this act he found sweet, sweet sustenance! It was not long before he came upon, in the fading last moments of a handsome young lad, the opportunity to take what was owed him. What he deserved! A good, strong body, and a lifetime to abuse it.
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Closer
Likes
Menthol smokes
Filthy comedy
Shameless lover of
the American Pie movies
Lechery
MDMA
Sneaky violence
Dropping heavy things from
high places or a sleeved shank
Jägermeister
Dislikes
Early starts
Sobriety
Consequences
Getting caught with his
hand in the cookie jar
Fae
Rules
Snobbery
Needles
Losing face
Fears
Loss of his human self
Permanent reversion to his bad bird state
Entrapment
Chains, cages & cells
Personality Traits
Violent
Unpredictable
Egotistical
Impetuous
Immature
Materialistic
Outgoing
Determined
The Sluagh
Cole is, in essence, the vengeful spirit of a deceased Fae, restored from his state as a creepy cursed corvid through the determined harvesting of poor unfortunate souls, and the fortuity of chancing upon a freshly vacated body. This unlikely occurrence makes the Slu unique among his ilk. He is still fundamentally fae, and as such shares many of their typical attributes. However, his adopting of this human shell has as many drawbacks as it does benefits.
Revels - A slightly reduced iron intolerance
Marginal - Magic Detection
As with most fae, has a supernatural
sense for the arcane. Though it is dulled.
- Bad Bird Self
An ugly, raven like alternate form.
His only decent power being the one shift between.
Though he detests using it, as a throwback to his
lowest low.
Ramifications - Complete lack of Glamour
All magic save his ability to change between forms
is repressed thanks to his human body. - About that detection
In human form it is hazy at best. Unable to
discern too much beyond the presence of magic. - The Mortal Coil
No supernatural strength or sweeteners.
Not even a drop. Poor, practically powerless, but fucking pretty.
- A slightly reduced iron intolerance
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