Talimar
The Basics
Full Name: Talimar, Tali
Age: 327
Gender/Pronouns: male/him/his
Ethnicity: Eyrien
Birthplace: Askavi
Current Location: Askavi
Profession: Innkeeping bartender
Caste: Prince
Birthright Jewel: Summer-sky (CUT 18)
Offering Jewel: Opal (CUT 73)
Face Claim: Emilio Flores
The Body
Height: 6'1"
Body Type: Athletic
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Gold
Appearance:Not the tallest of the brothers, or the broadest, Talimar still cuts an intimidating figure. Lean, strong, but without the excessive muscle or cut definition of a man who regularly uses his body for battle. Remnants of a time when he had are evident, however. Especially in the spread of his wings. One shockingly shorter than the other. Half of it sheered away in battle.
Telltale scars mar the rest of his body. Most are hardly noticable, well tended by healers after their making. Forgettable when he is mostly clothed. Overshadowed by his warm smile, and laughing gold eyes. Unbroken by the forces that snatched away half his wing and all of his flight.
The Mind
Craft Strengths: 15pts
Craft Weaknesses: Physical Shields. Telekinetic Manipulation. Tracking.
Personality:A prince of the finest caliber, Talimar possesses a tongue that often gets him into trouble. Sweetly sarcastic, or at times just saccharine. Teasing in his affections, with just a hint of bite in his regular interactions. Oft times it is hard to be sure where one stands with the Eyrien prince. But Talimar is not shy, what he wishes you to know, he will tell you.
Protective temper, he is not easily riled in defense of himself. He will laugh at his failings, make fun of the missing half of his wing. But his defense of friend and family is bitter and often deadly. Easy to forget while he is behind the bar counter that Talimar once wandered Askavi, fleeing and fighting Witch's forces in turn. He is not a man with blood free hands.
But he prefers them clean. And gentle. A lover. Talimar is a romantic at heart. Willing to fall for nearly any pretty face or sweet demeanor. He gives freely, and takes just as nicely. Perhaps not deep, abiding love, but quick, gentle passion. Come and gone again. An inn is not for staying, after all. And this prince's heart is not quite ready to hold on forever.
Forever is a very long time, after all, when you have nearly an eternity. And romance is just too hard to pass up when the chance arrives.
The Backstory
Family:- Morela | Mother | Yellow to Summer-sky Healer (fate unknown)
- Hanivar | Father | White to Tiger Eye Warlord (deceased)
- Rian | Sister | Rose to Opal Black Widow
- Dorinmar | Brother | Summer-sky to Purple Dusk Warlord
- Asvar | Brother | Rose to Summer-sky Warlord
- Belmarivar | Brother | Summer-sky to Opal Prince (deceased)
- Provar | Brother | Yellow to Summer-sky Warlord (deceased)
History:Family. A squalling pack of them. The one who suckled him longest different than the others. No dark shadows over her back. Wingless for all they claimed she too was Eyrien. But her eyes were gold like the sun. More yellow than burnished. Talimar remembers them. Remembers too how she talked him through his first attempt at flight.
A low croon at his shoulder. Fingers setting his wings just so. The air rustling past as he glided from rock face to grass, her laughter ringing out behind him. Her smile proud after his Birthright, when he brought her his Summer-sky to show. Her Jewel to his Jewel, points touching so that they would never forget.
Sometimes he does. Gone before his Offering. Talimar does not know where. Vanished in a skirmish. Their camp discovered, their father slain. And she was just gone. Not a drop of her blood anywhere to be found, or a hint of her footsteps. As if she had grown wings and flown away, she was simply gone.
He could not search for her. Not with Rian to guard. More running and fighting. Offering taken in a fell swoop. Practically ripped from the Priestess and the Darkness. He needed his power. The well of his Opal deep enough to see all that needed done done. Fed the webs that protected his littlest brother. Fed the weapons Talimar wielded in their defense. In the defense of Askavi.
Not deep enough to protect him from the furious blow of a Green. Just quick enough, just strong enough. Shield shattered and half his wing burned away as if it had never existed at all. But even a Green could not withstand double Opals. agony fueled revenge. They had to go by foot after that. Slower but less conspicuous, he supposed.
So much death. Even banded together they could not escape. Not enough of them to save their brother. Even their sister had to save herself in the end. But most of them survived. Together, building a home in a way point for strangers. The others couldn't let their roots run deep. Too many years on the move, they splintered once the world seemed calm again.
Talimar stayed though, when the others wandered. Remained with Rian to dig roots deep into the soil. A little richer now that Askavi had queens again. Queens. Sometimes he slipped away. From a full bed or an empty one. Took the long walk up to the Eyrie. Looking for the soft hands of queens to soothe the tumult in his soul.
The Writer
Player Name: dergon/cole
Player Pronouns: she/her
Timezone: -6
Contact: PM or discord
How did you find us?: I was in the closet
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