Post by Fingall Akesh on Aug 8, 2014 13:09:48 GMT 1
 G E N E R A L P E R S O N A L I A Name: Fingall Akesh Nickname: Flight Gender: Male Day of birth: 12 June (Gemini) Age: thirty Species: human Status: mortal Face claim: unknown male Voice: listen Theme: feel it S U R R O U N D I N G S Parents: Myou (mother), Avareth (father) Family: Vouh (twinbrother), Lune (younger sister), Mohave (daughter) Lovers: Evan V. Baeshra, Satine D. Dereith Friends: Hazel Rah Pets: N/A O T H E R Quote: 'Half?' (…) 'Are you also a half? A half of a whole, but nonetheless not divided by two.' (…) 'Two times a half, never apart, together not complete, yet alone never divided.' inMind: You know it's what I desire most. For love has nothing to give me, words don't say a single thing. I whisper to their listenings and I'm always always longing for more. For desire is in my heart, and pain is in my soul. It's what I love most. My flight is in flying and running. This is joy. This is mine. This is real. Fly with me. Song: I know the answers from the words of the prophet. I've seen the light through the fingers made of magic. I've seen an image of the future: it's a vision and I know who you are. Go away. Can't you see you're not real? Open your eye some place far away. I've seen the ocean and I've seen the sky. I have got my Wings and I am starting to Fly. ~ Linkin Park Starting to Fly  A P P E A R A N C E body: the first thing you will notice when you see Flight, is his length: with his almost two meters, he reaches above practically everyone else. Although he might be muscular, he isn't really a giant of a guy, he isn't huge enough for that. You might think of the fact that somebody with such length in his body is quite clumsy, but this guy got the deadly elegance of a predator. He also got the same wild dark allure, combined with a stormy sphere surrounding him. The aura saying 'you better get out of my way if you don't have the guts to come any closer'. However, the ones who dared to come closer, would notice his brilliant eyes: sometimes the intense black of a very dark night, sometimes as sweet and gold as honey. But usually they were like smouldering coals: black with hot, shimmering golden dots. wear: comfort is far more important than beauty, but that doesn't mean those things can't work out pretty well together. He prefers wearing comfortable jeans, mostly bleached blue, and simple blank shirts. He never closes the upper buttons, getting very nervous and claustrophobic when he does. Usually it gives him a nonchalant vibe, but in some situations it is inappropriate. Just like his habit not to wear shoes. If he does wear them he chooses for black sport shoes, but he prefers being barefooted. He doesn't wear any jewellery, no watch because he isn't attached to time and he knows other visible jewels will make him a possible victim of robbery. Most of the time he got some money with him, but not more than is necessary. He doesn't wear weapons of any kind, unless he magic. colours: typical for Flight is the winter palette: dark blue's, shades of grey and black, red and magenta. Most of the time he choose to wear pure black or white's and sometimes a bit of gold which matches his eyes perfectly. If he wears any green, it is a dark, forest-like tone. You will never catch him any pastel colours or something which is light and shiny. If he wears any jewellery, he hardly ever does, he chooses for gold, you will probably never catch him wearing silver.  I N W A R D P E R S O N A L I T I E S a gentleman: Fingall can be a highly attractive person with his eyes like liquid cold and his voice as warm and sweet as honey. At the spare moments he is thinking before he is acting, he can lure others easily into believing him. For, when he is controlling the storm inside his mind, he knows he is good looking; he knows what to say to make the people trust him. Deep inside, he knows how to be nice, but he got a hard time making it true. He can be the type to take you at a nice, candlelighted dinner and wake you up with gentle music and a nice breakfast. When he feels like it, he is the one to open the doors for lady's and keep an umbrella above your head. He can be entertaining and really friendly, sometimes he is a real gentleman, but he is only waiting for the wind to change: sooner or later he will show his true nature, for he is as unpredictable as the weather. a predator: this is probably the appearance which comes closest to Fingalls real personality. Whenever you talk to him, whenever you watch him walking, you always see the wild, animal like instinct he keeps inside. It is giving him a grace which no human can live up to. However, it is not only making him beautiful, it is also making him very dangerous. It causes him to act before thinking, which might even result in seriously wounded victims. Because, like a mountain-lion, Fingall flights when his instinct tells him to run, but, also, he attacks when his instinct tells him to do so. For living with the grace of a predator, means acting like a predator: in the mind is only place for the now, there is no future nor consequences of the way you act. With another mind his body might be clumsy, but Fingall uses it with a deadly elegance: his attacks are swift and you hardly see them coming. His defences are also good: sharp and quick he is able to ward off most of the danger. When this sphere is hanging over him, you better think twice before you come any closer. In his stormy eyes you can read the beauty and danger which come naturally with predators. Be sensible: mind your step, he is no fluffy pet you can stroke. He is the black panther who will froze for a second and then jump … to kill. a bird: don't be one of these fools who is thinking you can tame a lion-heart. You can't. You can lure him into staying by feeding him the most delicious food – gifts, or women, but as soon as he notices the, maybe even golden, cage you closed him into, he will flight. He is not the one to sell his heart to one certain place or person. The only thing he really desires is the one thing probably no lover ever can give him. Love means leaving a part of yourself within someone else, so you never can be free again - and what he desires most is to be free, to be truly able to fly. Maybe he will allow you to come close, but at some point he will shut you out and tell you it didn't mean a thing. He won't remember your name. So, for your own sake, be reasonable and stay way from this man: he is like a bird, he will only fly away. the storm: if Fingall is on his best as a gentleman, than he is definitely on his worst when the storm is reigning in his head. At those moments he isn't listening at all. Sometimes you can even doubt the fact he is seeing you at all. He can be asking your name for the one moment and seconds later he will be annoyed because you are telling him what you are called like. On a whim he can dart away and disappear in the crowd – and probably never coming back again. He is wild and chaotic: charming and sexy the one moment, aggressive and dominant the other. When he is following his animal instincts, he is always dangerous, but when his mind is clouded by the storm, he can be friendly. What is making him even more dangerous, because you never know when his mood is going to change. Be always careful when he doesn't seem to listen to you: you never know when his mood is going to make a swing. I N S I D E an issue of name: Well known as Flight, Fingall is the one to hide his name behind a charming smile and quick talk. Not to tell you what his name is, but to mention he is like the wind, and he loves to fly. You can call him Flight. Probably he will rush over you and you forget to ever ask about his name again. If you don't, if you ask again for his real name, he will tell you about reality being an illusion. A name should fit a person. Flight fits him, or, if you don't like Flight, you can call him Wolf, or Blackhair, or Fire-eye. Whatsoever. It doesn't matter how you will bring the question, he won't answer it with 'Fingall Akesh'. So have peace with any other name he will give you: it is all you will ever get. the wind: somehow Fingall got quite an obsession with the wind. Partly cause the ability to fly gives him the ultimate feeling of freedom, but mainly because he can identify himself with the features of this elements. Sometimes it is harsh and cold, sometimes warm and gentle. He might come out of nowhere and bring fragrances of whole new worlds with him – or thunderstorms with lots of rain. On the other hand he might drive away the clouds and give the sun the ability to shine, and in whatever shape he might come, he always stays the same. He is as well young as old, he changes, but after ages of time, he will still be what he has always been. Like Fingall can change his mask everyday, he will always be true to himself, no matter how erratic he might seem to be. cages: although Fingall might claim he isn't afraid of anything, he definitely doesn't like cages from whatever kind. It might be mental, as well as physical, but whenever he gets the idea something is closing in on him; he isn't free to fly any more, he panics. That is the main reason why he has to be to in control in relationships, and why he always needs an escaping route – which might be as simple as the key of the front door. A cage doesn't have to be small to be considered dangerous: introducing him to your friends as your boyfriend, might be enough to make him run. The idea to be bounded to someone, or something, is such an oppressing thought that he doesn't even want to think about it. listen close: another thing which Fingall isn't quite able to deal with is the ability to listen to someone. Mostly he is thinking something like 'bla bla bla' and eventually he will say something that doesn't make the slightest sense – and probably he will be proud of his conclusion. When you catch him in a good mood, you probably will be able to make a normal conversation. This, however, won't give you any assurance that he will remember the conversation, or that he will forever listen to you. He might as easily decide again that you ain't worth any of his time anymore. Only the ones which have catched his genuine interest, will be able to talk with him over and over again. But this also isn't a guarantee that he will always listen, it is just slightly easier to convince him into listening.  B I O G R A P H Y early years: Fingall is born as the son of the lovely Myou and untameable Avareth. He hasn't seen his father a lot in his early years, but his mother has always spoken with love about him and Fingall has learned to respect him very much, although it is in a very silent way. In contrast of the never ending love of his mother, he has never been home a lot. Since he is able to walk, he is flighting the house to discover the world. Young as he was, he is always coming back before dinner and hardly ever leaving before breakfast. At the late, dark winter nights he is warming himself for the fire together with this twin-brother. Making stories together about the worlds they will once discover, when they will be older. Dizzy of the sleep, their mum brings them to their safe and warm beds, suddenly far away from the adventurous world outside. youth: although Fingall is eager to learn, he is a difficult student: for he is not willing to give everything he has, and once he decides he knows enough about a certain subject, he won't learn anything anymore about it. Something which results in failing half of the tests he has to make. At his early teenage-years he is not much at home. He travels around the country and has many different jobs, quiting school at a very early age, but making himself quite useful as 'jack-of-all-trades'. Usually when you ask people how he is doing his job, they will mention he is a great employee, but difficult as human-being. And whatever kind of job he is doing, he will never stay long. Like a true student, he is finding something to learn in every single thing, no matter how small it might be. Sometimes it causes him to stay for some time, but mostly he just absorbs the information and drifts away with the wind again. He might be away from home most of the days, when he returns, his bed is soft and warm – and his mother is always waiting with love. For most people Fingall's youth might seem tough, but he would never wish for another past: he loved being the traveler, and he would never want to change a single thing he has done. wanderings: Fingall has seen a lot of the world, always impatiently searching for more knowledge. During his long travels, he doesn't make any friends, the only onces he contacts now and then are his brother and sister, for they seem to belong as less the world as he does. Despite he is hardly ever at home, he always is keeping a bed over there – and it happens more than once he is coming home at a very late hour and leaving far before the day will start. It doesn't bother him when he has to sleep in the open field when it is too late to find a place to stay in a near village. He can wander for months, with never seeing even a trace of a nearby civilization, without ever feeling lost or lonely. He enjoys being there, without other human-beings, for the nature is giving him enough company: he doesn't feel lonely, for he simply isn't alone. In every animal-breath, in the rustling sound of the wind, in the whispering creek, he finds living, he finds company.  A B I L I T I E S M A G I C A L a touch of the sky: in his oldest dream he is flying. Flying with big, black wings. The young Fingall could feel the caress of the wind, the rustling and vibrating of his feathers, long for he was able to summon them, maybe even before he was able to walk. When you have a dream like that, when you wake up one morning and you can still feel the weight of those wings, you know you are born to fly. It is not just something you wanted, it is not something you needed. It is more like you will no longer able to live when you can't have it. Now, summoning wings, isn't something you will learn overnight, or even in a few months. You will have to create something out of nothing: it is against the laws of the universe. For years Fingall lied awake at night, dieing of the pain. For every time he tried to create his wings, he would tear away the skin of his back and reshape his shoulder-blades and -bones until they would break. It took him until his early teens to realize it is utterly impossible to create something out of nothing. If he wanted his wings, he should create them out of his own body … or he should find a way to summon them from somewhere else. Nearly weeks later he got the two, black wings tattoo on his shoulder-blades. It was his sign of surrender … to realize at the same night, that if you can't create something out of nothing, you might still be able to create something very big out of something very small. Impatiently he waited for the tattoo to heal, to start, as soon as possible, with his new experiment: letting his wings grow out of the small black lines on his back. And it worked. Well you couldn't name the very small feathers at the start 'wings', but with practice he grow better. It took him years to learn how to grow the wings big and strong enough – and even more time to let them appear and disappear quickly and smoothly, but once again he showed how dedicated he could be to something he really believed in. And now, after almost a quart century of practicing, thinking, failing and trying again, he is perfectly able to summon and use those beautiful feathered, big black wings. The only limitation he has left is his own energy: like every other action it asks a certain effort of him and after hours of flying he will, naturally, tire. He can float on the wind, but he knows he is not unconquerable and if he won't take care of himself he will eventually crash down. if lightning strikes: his other magical ability is his capability to cause thunder storms. Electricity has always been in his hands and he would leak it a lot when he was young. Literally shocking others around him. With time he learned how to put the energy away and not, unwillingly, project it on others. Nevertheless, he did never forget the use of this possibility and during his travels he used it to shock off thieves and other undesirable visitors. An other side of this magic gift was the possibility to summon thunderstorms and lightning. However, it took him till his late teens to discover he was able to partly control the weather. Since then he is practicing to refine this gift so he is not only able to summon a thunderstorm, but also to control it's size, direction and moment of vanish. Combined with his ability to summon wings, it can make him a true fallen angel: just imagine him with his black wings against the fierce light of the thunder, drown with the rain.  C O M M I T M E N T S Mother: Myou – Nevermind. Love you How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Leading you down into my core, where I've become so numb. I've been living a lie. Frozen inside without your touch, without your love. Only you are the life among the dead. Don't let me die here, there must be something more. Bring me to life. Father: Avareth – ... I see, I understand Look at your face, you're the pretender. I'm just another soul for sale. I'm the voice inside your head you refuse to hear. I'm the face you have to face mirroring yourself. I'm whats left, I'm whats right, I'm the enemy. I'm the hand that takes you down and brings you to your knees. So who are you? Even in the dark, you know they all pretend. Twin-brother: Vouh - Twin brother. Beloved Stop and stare. I think I'm moving but I go nowhere. I know that everyone gets scared, but I've become what I can't be. Stop and stare. You start to wonder why you're here not there and you'd give anything to get what's fair. But fair ain't what you really need. Can you see what I see? Little sister: Lune – With dreaming eyes of wonder I believe there's a time and a place to let your mind drift and get out of this place. I believe there's a day and a place that we will go to, and I know you want to share. There's no secret to living, just keep on walking. Walking in the cold. There's no secret to dying, just keep on flying: there'll be a searchlight on the mountain high. God knows we are lonely souls. I'm going to die in a place that don't know my name. Please, let this vision end. |
I just noticed.
didn't have time for a post today, and I will also probably be busy tomorrow >< sorry.