bladewandered

[bladewandered]

@yearningsongbird location: vissai's castle grounds, ember hall

zephyros  had  been  invited  to  this  royal  gathering  like  many  others,  but  not  for  the  blue  blood  running  through  his  veins—no.  he  was  here  on  behalf  of  the  watch,  the  ever-watchful  eye  guarding  the  realm,  but  most  importantly,  vissai’s  northern  border.  vissai  &  feranthor  had  always  shared  a  unique  connection,  long  before  zephyr  ever  joined  them.  not  that  he  minded  his  duty  to  attend  this  once-in-a-lifetime  event—he  never  turned  down  festivities  of  any  kind,  always  eager  for  good  company  &  fine  mead.

clad  in  his  finest  garments,  though  not  without  feranthor’s  sigil  proudly  displayed  on  his  chest,  zephyr  roamed  the  hall,  cup  in  hand,  a  spring  to  his  step,  scouting  his  surroundings  &  slipping  into  conversation  whenever  he  saw  fit.  but  a  familiar  blonde  mob  of  hair  caught  his  attention.  with  an  extra  cup  in  hand,  he  strolled  over,  slinging  an  arm  around  the  young  royal’s  neck  &  pressing  the  drink  against  his  lips.  “drink  up,  little  brother.  can't  believe  they  let  you  out  of  the  cage  for  this.”  he  huffed  out  a  laugh  &  downed  the  contents  of  his  own  mug.

[bladewandered]

zephyr  didn't  spend  a  lot  of  time  thinking  about  the  other  kingdoms  or  why  any  of  them  did  what  they  did.  it  didn't  impact  him  per  se,  because  whatever  happened,  feranthor  would  be  okay  on  its  own.  they  had  support  &  shipments  from  some  of  the  kingdoms,  such  as  weapons  &  armor  from  vissai,  corn  from  varlinnis  &  other  goods  from  other  places.  he  didn't  know  too  much  of  it,  truth  be  told  he  didn't  care.  they  all  had  their  duties  &  places,  zeph  knew  his  on  the  road  &  in  a-many  men's  beds,  not  up  on  the  pedestal  or  behind  a  desk.

he  belonged  right  here  among  the  very  men  &  women  who  they  protected  on  a  daily  basis,  those  he  recruited  to  do  the  bidding  for  the  watch  if  they  so  chose  to  believe  in  their  cause.  in  a  tavern,  where  ale  &  mead  tinted  his  cheeks  a  light  red  &  the  air  was  thick  with  sweat  &  laughter.  of  course  calen  chose  him  to  go  with  him,  no  other  would've  deserved  it  more.  the  social  gathering  of  the  year.  if  not  the  decade,  unless  another  king  fell  ill,  which  was  doubtful.

being  the  social  flower  of  feranthor,  he  wouldn't  have  missed  this  for  anything  in  the  world.  who  knew,  maybe  he  could  catch  himself  a  prince  or  king,  even?  or  he  got  exceptionally  lucky  &  caught  himself  a  certain  lord  commander.  ah,  he  didn't  dare  hope.

zephyr  watched  him  with  an  almost  lazy  amusement,  fingers  still  idly  drumming  against  the  table.  then,  as  calen  took  his  cup—his  cup  &  drank  from  it,  his  lips  parted  slightly,  an  expression  of  mock  scandal  crossing  his  face.  "oh,  commander,"  he  murmured,  voice  rich  with  feigned  offense.  "stealing  a  poor  man's  drink  right  from  his  hands?  you  really  aren't  a  gentleman."

but  there  was  nothing  but  mischief  in  his  eyes  as  he  leaned  in,  resting  his  chin  on  his  palm.  "and  here  i  thought  you'd  at  least  pretend  to  play  hard  to  get,"  he  teased,  his  smirk  deepening.  "taking  my  cup,  drinking  from  it—if  i  didn't  know  better,  i'd  say  you  wanted  to  taste  me."  his  lashes  fluttered  just  enough  to  be  noticeable,  a  deliberate  bait.  "but  I  suppose  i  should  be  flattered."  he  sighed,  all  faux  resignation.  "if  i  must  be  your  good  company  for  the  night…  i  suppose  i’ll  endure  it."  elbow  on  the  bar,  eyes  up  on  the  other's  despite  the  mock  sigh  he  let  out  at  his  own  words.  waving  for  refill,  he  snatched  the  cup  back  from  calen's  hands,  no  intention  to  get  the  man  his  own  &  held  it  up,

"keep  it  coming,  will  you?  we've  got  a  long  night  ahead  of  us  and  my  friend  here,  tall  and  handsome  as  he  is,  needs  it."  wide  grin  shared  between  bartender  &  calen.  "did  you  find  us  a  room?  i've  no  qualms  sharing,  you  know?"

An invitation to come to the coronation in Vissai had made its way all the way to the wall. It was for the Lord Commander, the change in the sworn brother's leadership having only taken place a handful of months before. News of the Night's Watch didn't reach many ears. In kind, it was just as cynical for Calen to think, wasn't it wonderous that the other kingdoms remembered those who swore their lives to protect against what lay beyond. It would have been so easy just to ignore it; but as much as he pretends he is away from playing the game, he knows not going would be worse.

The invitation was for the lord commander; there was no way he was going to this thing on his own; that was how he wrapped Zephyr into going with him. Though it hadn't exactly been like he was twisting the other's arm, he mentioned a coronation, there would be parties, drinking, food, and company to keep. That was all it took and they had been on their way.

They had arrived in the city and asked for places to stay; that was how they ended up at the tavern. Calen had gone and spoken to the tavern keeper arranging for places to stay while they were there. In luck, there were still rooms there despite the amount of travelers coming in for the royal coronation.

Calen had also gone to see to their horses taken care of until they would be needed to return back. Entering back into the tavern, hazel eyes followed over the local crowd that had filled the place, though, with no amount of surprise, Zephyr had made himself at home at the bar. He crosses the room to join the other and there's an obvious roll of his eyes.

"You know I hate when you call me that, especially in that way," he says chiding, but there's a teasing nature to his tone. "And don't even try to say you don't have any idea what I'm talking about. You know exactly what you're doing." For as composed as he tries to be, a grin forms on his features, and a chuckle slips out.

Calen reaches over and takes the cup from Zephyr that he had been drinking from and drinks from it himself. "I would be that cruel. I don't pretend to be any kind of gentleman." Though it's hardly true, the now lord commander had always been different from many of the sworn brothers, they all knew where he came from and the choices he made. "Well, you're in luck, I too am looking for good company," He looks at Zephyr and gives a shrug, there's a playful tone in the next part. "I guess you'll do."

[bladewandered]

some  days  zeph's  offers  came  with  hidden  meanings,  with  ulterior  motives  on  his  end  or  with  a  co-dependence  to  a  greater  good  only  he  knew,  but  this  time  it  was  a  purely  selfish  endeavor.  when  men  struck  his  fancy,  their  eyes  weary  &  their  bodies  firm....  he  couldn't  help  but  need.  it  was  instinct  or  something  along  the  lines  of  that.  this  handsome  stranger  would  comply  soon  enough,  zephyr  felt  it.

"i  don’t  offer  lightly,  you  know.  but  for  you?  i  just  might  make  an  exception."  zephyr's  lips  pulled  into  a  grin  of  sorts,  though  he  was  angling  his  head  upwards  to  face  balthor.  fingers  trailed  along  his  arm  &  back  when  the  half-elf  resumed  circling  his  prey,  zephyr's  fingers  moved  up  the  back  of  balthor’s  neck,  just  enough  to  send  a  shiver  down  his  spine.

then,  with  deliberate  slowness,  he  leaned  in  &  up,  barely  reaching  the  man's  neck  while  on  his  toes,  but  his  breath  warm  against  the  half-giant's  ear  as  he  murmured,  "what's  in  it  for  me?  ah  well,  i'm  but  a  humble  servant  of  the  people.  the  satisfaction  of  knowing  i’ve  tamed  a  beast  for  the  night.  or  at  the  very  least,  made  him  purr."  fingers  drifted  to  balthor's  shoulder  after  that,  squeezing  just  enough  to  hint  at  something  more  before  he  pulled  back,  letting  tension  linger  &  flourish  between  them.  "me?  i  ask  for  nothing  but  your  company.  a  hardworking  man  like  you  shouldn't  be  dealing  with  the  aftermath  of  a  long  walk  alone."  voice  velvet  soft,  zephyr  was  almost  purring  himself.

"mh,  your  eyes  would  betray  you,  but  they  don't.  unless  you  and  i  define  ill-intent  differently,  but  regardless,  i'm  sure  i'll  be  fine.  hopefully  better  than  fine."  fingers  had  slid  down  the  man's  arm  by  then  &  pushed  inbetween  balthor's,  giving  it  a  gentle  tug.  "come  now,  let's  get  you  off  those  feet,  shall  me?"  the  tavern  wasn't  far,  zeph  had  scoped  it  out  earlier,  but  was  glad  nobody  there  struck  his  fancy  so  that  he  could  be  here  now  with  this  mountain  of  a  man.

how wonderful, balthor thought to himself with only slight exasperation, he got himself a seducer who probably charms people left and right with his sweet words and coy looks. he was no stranger to attention and compliments, but he didn't make it a habit to accept them readily; if he were a little younger, he might have thrown himself to the man in front of him, but age and experience had made him wary of someone whose smile was as pretty as the words he spoke. they were always up to no good.

"and you are offering?" balthor asked slowly, his eyes narrowing. he realized that the distance between them was no more and, this close, balthor could feel his warmth. balthor could smell him and the thoughts that crossed his head, impolite and borderline filthy, all because of what he was offered, made him grimace a little. "what's in it for you, boy?" his voice was low, a little raspy. balthor needed a drink badly, if this was what he had to go through. "do you make it a habit to keep strangers company? give me a little foot rub—" and something more, balthor's traitorous mind supplied, "—and what happens next? what would you ask from me?"

there was no denying that the man's words affected him. balthor was well familiar with attraction despite rarely acting on it, though it was easy to mistake irritation with attraction when he was half dizzy from exhaustion. balthor felt his knees throb, but he still didn't budge. he kept his lips pressed in a firm line and brows furrowed deeply, an attempt to not let it show through. "what if i have in my an ill intention towards you, little charmer?"

[bladewandered]

@oflordcmdr (calen)

festivities  were  zephyr's  favorite  way  to  spend  his  days.  he  could  drink  &  enjoy  himself  every  day,  but  it  felt  different  when  there  was  a  deeper  meaning  to  it.  like  a  coronation.  he'd  been  to  vissai  before,  he'd  been  pretty  much  everywhere  in  the  realm,  but  vissai  wasn't  his  favorite  kingdom  to  be  in,  but  also  not  the  worst.  usually,  he'd  be  on  the  prowl  by  this  time,  looking  for  a  target  -  either  someone  to  spend  the  night  with  or  someone  to  recruit,  someone  of  weak  mind  who  could  be  swayed  easily,  or  both;  an  idiot  to  spend  the  night  with,  but  not  this  time.  he  wasn't  alone  &  he  wasn't  here  to  recruit  for  the  watch.  not  this  time.  his  company  was  ...stubborn,  but  that  never  stopped  zeph  before.

the  tavern  hummed  with  life,  a  warm  glow  cast  by  lanterns  flickering  against  the  polished  wood.  music  played  in  the  background—something  lively,  something  inviting—and  zephyr  lounged  at  the  bar  with  a  lazy  grin,  his  fingers  idly  tracing  the  rim  of  his  cup.  he  swirled  the  dark  amber  liquid  before  taking  a  slow  sip,  letting  his  gaze  flick  to  calen,  who  stood  near  the  entrance  with  his  usual  composed  stance,  looking  as  if  he  belonged  more  in  a  war  room  than  a  place  of  revelry.

zephyr  tilted  his  head,  a  playful  glint  in  his  eyes  as  he  leaned  just  a  little  closer.  "come  now,  commander,"  he  purred,  voice  smooth  as  honey, little pout on his lips,   "don’t  tell  me  you’re  going  to  leave  me  all  alone  with  a  full  cup  and  no  one  to  toast  with.  what  kind  of  gentleman  does  that?"  he  sighed  dramatically,  fingers  drumming  against  the  mug.  "it’s  a  tragic  sight—me,  sitting  here,  waiting  for  good  company.  you  wouldn’t  be  so  cruel,  would  you?"  he  arched  a  brow,  watching  for  a  flicker  of  hesitation  in  calen’s  stern  features,  already  tasting  his  victory.

[bladewandered]

zephyr,  ever  the  picture  of  charm,  couldn’t  help  the  amused  smirk  that  tugged  at  his  lips  as  balthor  vented  his  frustration.  he  leaned  a  little  closer,  his  posture  relaxed  but  still  offering  a  playful  energy,  as  if  his  ease  could  soften  the  other  man’s  gruffness.  it  was  endearing.  he  liked  his  men  a  little  rough  around  the  edges.

"ah,  no  need  to  apologize,  my  tall  friend,"  zephyr  said,  his  voice  warm  &  light,  the  kind  of  smoothness  that  rolled  over  a  person  like  silk.  "i’d  be  lying  if  I  didn’t  say  it’s  hard  to  find  a  view  that  doesn’t  include  a  charming,  broad  back  like  yours."  he  paused,  his  eyes  still  glinting  with  a  spark  of  teasing  mischief.  "and  don’t  be  too  hard  on  yourself  for  not  knowing  the  way.  i’d  say  you’ve  more  important  things  to  worry  about,  like…  perhaps  those  poor,  tired  feet  of  yours."

zephyr  took  a  slow,  deliberate  step  closer,  the  air  between  them  charged  with  his  usual  playfulness  as  he  slowly  stepped  around  him.  "if  you’re  looking  for  a  little  relief  after  such  a  long  day,"  he  continued,  his  tone  softer,  coaxing,  "i’d  be  more  than  happy  to  offer  some  company.  i’m  sure  the  journey  has  taken  its  toll  and  nothing  beats  a  good  foot  rub  after  all  that  marching.  though,  i  must  admit,"  he  added  with  a  wink,  “i’m  very  skilled  with  my  hands.  i  could  offer  more  than  just  that.”

his  smile  was  almost  too  innocent,  though  the  suggestion  was  as  clear  as  day  &  his  gaze  lingered  on  balthor,  leaving  the  offer  open-ended  &  full  of  the  possibility  of  more,  which  he  really  hoped  the  other  would  accept.  he  could  be  a  potential  new  member  of  the  watch,  or  maybe  just  a  comfortable  pillow  for  a  night  or  …well,  time  spent  with  a  handsome  man.

out of all things balthor caught in his journey; the half-giant let out a groan that sounded closer to a throaty growl before turning around fully to face the stranger. with exaggerated care, he removed himself from the stranger's line of view and made a gesture to the road ahead of them. "i apologize for blocking the view," balthor said or rather grumbled under his breath. he knew he was being unrealistically irascible, but the long journey had thoroughly exhausted him. his knees throbbed painfully from the long trek to this small settlement and his ankle might be a little swollen. ah, the joy of being old. at times like this, balthor could only curse his father's weak genes.

"what made you think i know the way there?" balthor huffed. still, despite his prickly tone, he followed the stranger closely. "if i know, you wouldn't have seen me standing there like a buffoon." the blacksmith then heaved a sigh after the short rant, scrubbing a hand over his face. perhaps he was more exhausted than he realized, if this was the way his mouth ran in front of a stranger. "i apologize, it's been a long day. thank you for showing me the way to the lodging."

[bladewandered]

with  no  kingdom  to  truly  call  home,  zephyr  owed  fealty  to  no  king  or  queen.  he  lived  by  his  own  rules,  even  if  he  still  thought  of  himself  as  umorian  at  heart.  it  was  simply  easier  this  way—especially  for  a  lone  wolf  like  him.  ties  &  loyalties  only  complicated  things  &  all  he  ever  sought  were  fleeting  trysts  at  best.  a  spirit  as  restless  as  his  rarely  lingered,  but  he  had  a  few  connections  in  nearly  every  town  or  village  he’d  passed  through—which  were  many.  no  kingdom  was  too  grand  or  too  lowly;  he  made  his  way  through  them  all.

the  battles  fought  at  feranthor  were  brutal  &  fresh  recruits  were  always  in  demand.  zephyr  did  his  part,  scouring  every  settlement  for  potential  fighters.  no  town  was  too  small  to  yield  a  worthy  blade—or,  if  nothing  else,  an  afternoon’s  diversion.  though  refusals  were  rare,  he  never  minded  finding  other  ways  to  pass  the  time.

zephyr’s  smirk  didn’t  falter  as  he  tilted  his  head,  gaze  sweeping  over  balthor  with  deliberate  slowness.  "caught  me,  did  you?  well,  can  you  blame  me?  hard  not  to  look  when  something  so—"  his  eyes  flicked  up,  all  feigned  innocence.  "—imposing  blocks  the  view."

then,  as  if  the  thought  had  only  just  occurred  to  him,  he  added  smoothly,  "now,  about  that  lodging.  i  was  rather  hoping  you’d  take  me  there  yourself,  but  allow  me  to  lead  the  way."

location; time: any capital city aside of vissai; at night status: open to all!

when balthor traveled to other kingdoms, he usually didn't remain for too long. he had a workshop and customers to attend, and since he usually spent half a moon cycle up in the mountain of vissai, they tended to complain whenever balthor had his workshop close. their broken tools could not wait any longer, that was what balthor heard. if only he didn't need the gold to live, he would be throwing them out of his workshop, one by one.

he always found blending in with the locals extremely hard to do. partly, it was his intimidating height and physique, but other times, it was his inability to strike up a small conversation and ask for help. balthor stood silently on the side, watching people come and go, only feeling slightly self-conscious. something pricked his attention and, as he turned his head, he caught someone staring at him. "what are you staring at?" balthor grumbled at them. "i'm trying to figure out which way is the nearest lodging."

[bladewandered]

there  were  only  few  reasons  why  people  attended  the  harvest  festival  of  ritrinc  &  most  of  them  weren't  reason  enough  to  drag  ansegar  all  the  way  to  ritrinc,  curiosity  or  not.  but  he  was  growing  older  &  more  stubborn,  while  zephyr  found  himself  growing  ....weaker  in  a  sense.  softer.  when  anse  looked  at  him,  all  bright-eyed  puppy  in  training,  he  found  it  increasingly  more  difficult  to  deny  him  wishes.  even  more  so  when  they  were  ...simple.  humble.

the  harvest  festival  may  not  mean  much  to  him,  but  he  knew  it  did  to  the  little  boy  who  grew  up  where  no  child  should  grow  up.  what  harm  could  it  be  to  show  him  the  lights  up  close,  right?  it'd  be  fine.  "ah,  well,  you  know.  too  many  people,  too  many  eyes.  not  exactly  the  safest  place  for  someone  with…  your  particular  circumstances.  it  wouldn't  have  been  wise,  even  if  I  had  wanted  to."  it  still  wasn't,  but  at  the  same  time  ansegar  was  a  skilled  fighter  who  trained  hard,  he  could  protect  himself.

sometimes  he  envied  the  younger  man,  his  innocence  endearing  almost,  so  joyous  at  the  sight  of  ...lights.  it  was  just  that.  he  saw  the  world  differently  &  some  days  zeph  would  like  to  know  what  that  was  like,  but  he'd  probably  never  know,  which  was  okay.  they  all  had  their  lives  &  burdens  to  carry  -  he  actually  preferred  his  own  to  anse's.

"well."  usually,  he'd  find  himself  a  pretty  man  to  spend  a  few  hours  with,  but  now  that  he  already  had  company.  "traditionally,  one  might  sample  the  food,  enjoy  the  wine,  perhaps  even  dance...  but  i  suspect  you’re  asking  what  we  should  do.  in  that  case,  i’d  suggest  keeping  to  the  less  crowded  corners  and  not  drawing  too  much  attention—though  i  suppose  a  little  indulgence  wouldn’t  hurt.  within  reason,  of  course.  wine  or  dine?"

EXT.    HARVEST MOON FESTIVAL GROUNDS.    NIGHT.

"   whoa ...   "    ansegar says, craning his neck back ...           so far back that he almost fell over, as he tried to look at the entirety of the lights above them, with his expression nearly mimicking it as well-- bright and awestruck as he was bathed in color. all he could remember about ritrinc's harvest moon festival are from stories his brothers would tell him-- from the housekeeper and his run down of the festivals history which he clung to as a child, from the new arrivals who would indulge the curiosity of the child, and finally from the scouts who would bring him gifts of food and trinkets from the festival stalls. and when he was old enough to see over the wall, all he could see of it was the faint view of blinking lights in the distance, but it would still imagine what it would be like to be there.

and from all of these, his young mind has built a picture of what the festival must've looked like ...

... and to his surprise, the real thing was even better than what he could imagine. and this realization made the boy euphoric.    "   you've never brought me here before.   "    ansegar says to them, as a statement with no hint of sadness or disappointment. he knew why he wasn't allowed to leave the wall until he was old enough, or strong enough. the words of his mother and his future still ringing in his ears. but still ... it would've been nice to be here when he was younger.

before he knew it, he was already lagging behind. so he quickened his steps to catch up.    "   so, uhh ... what do you usually do here?   "

closed starter for @bladewandered.

[bladewandered]

isn’t that ZEPHYROS VELATHIEN? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of FERANTHOR. i hear they’re 36, but they’re also a HALF-ELF. they’ve risen up the ranks to become a RANGER/RECRUITER (BASTARD PRINCE). they seem to be CONFIDENT & INDEPENDENT, but also ARROGANT & ALOOF. if you look closely, you'll see their aesthetics include DARK SILHOUETTE OF A BODY BATHED IN MOONLIGHT, BRIGHT LAUGHTER AND SOOTHING WORDS, THE COLD EMBRACE OF DEATH.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: [ ZEPHYROS BLAIDDWYN VELATHIEN ] NICKNAME: [ ZEPH, Z, LITTLE SHIT ] AGE: [ 36 ] GENDER, PRONOUNS: [ MALE, HE/HIM ] TITLE: [ BASTARD PRINCE RANGER + FRECRUITER ] SPECIES: [ HALF-ELF ] KINGDOM: [ UMORIA FERANTHOR ] HOUSE WORDS: [ NEVER FELLED, NEVER DEAD ] CASTLE NAME: [ OAKENHOLD KEEP, FERANTHOR CASTLE/WALL ] OCCUPATION: [ RANGER + RECRUITER ] RELIGION: [ THE HORNED STEAD, EVEN THOUGH HE LIVES IN FERANTHOR, HE STILL BELIEVES ] LANGUAGE: [ COMMON, UMORIAN, HAS PICKED UP ENOUGH CHASQUIAN, VISSAIC, RITRINCIAN AND LYSINLINGUAL DURING HIS TRAVELS TO COMMUNICATE ] ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ HOMOROMANTIC ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ HOMOSEXUAL ] SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [ SWITCH] SEXUAL POSITION: [ BOTTOM ]

RELATIONSHIPS

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ TBA ] CHILDREN: [ NONE ] PARENTS: [ KING LOTHAR ADRIEL BLAIDDWYN (ELF) + TAVION VELATHIEN (SORCERER) ] HALF-SIBLINGS: [ GETHIN BLAIDDWYN, TBA. ] FRIENDS: [ ANSEGAR, TBA. ]

PHYSICAL TRAITS

FACE CLAIM: [ LUKE THOMPSON ] EYE COLOUR: [ GREEN, GREY, BLUE ] HAIR COLOUR: [ BROWN ] HEIGHT: [ 1.81 METRES / 5'11 FT ] BODY BUILD: [ FIT, STRONG, BUT ALSO KINDA LANKY. NOT SUPER CHUNKY. JUST ... WELL, JUST RIGHT HEHE. ] FACIAL HAIR: [ LIL BABY STUBBLE BUT MOSTLY SHAVEN UNLESS HE'S NORTH OF THE WALL AND CAN'T SHAVE. ] TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ A FEW SMALLER ONES; UMORIA'S CREST BEHIND HIS LEFT EAR, FERANTHOR'S ON EACH WRIST UNDERNEATH PROTECTIVE CUFFS, ELVEN FOR ICE ON HIS ANKLE, 1 RING IN THE NOSE, NIPPLE PIERCINGS ] NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: [ ALWAYS WEARS A BUNCH OF RINGS AND A SIMPLE SILVER NECKLACE WITH AN AMULET HOLDING HIS MOTHER'S PORTRAIT, ALWAYS HAS A SWORD BOUND TO HIS HIP AND A DAGGER ON HIS LOWER BACK, USUALLY SMIRKS ]

PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS

PHOBIAS/FEARS: [ FALLING IN LOVE, BEING TRAPPED, FAILING AT THE WALL/ LOSING AT THE WALL. ] MENTAL DISORDERS: [ AVOIDANT ATTACHMENT ]

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: [ QUITE SMART TBQH SMARTER THAN I'LL PROBS BE ABLE TO DO HIM JUSTICE ] LIKES: [ COMPANY, OUTSMARTING/OUTDOING COCKY ALPHA MALES, TAVERNS, COIN, WINNING, GAMBLING, SMITHING. ] DISLIKES: [ LAWS/RULES, BULLIES/TYRANTS, ALPHA MALES TALKING DOWN ON HIM, SLEEPING UNCOMFORTABLY OUT IN THE OPEN, BAD ALE ] POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ CONFIDENT, INDEPENDENT, SMART, CUNNING ] NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ COCKY, ARROGANT, ALOOF, OVER-CONFIDENT, RECKLESS (SOMETIMES), LIL' SNOBBISH ]

AESTHETICS

AESTHETICS: [ BRIGHT LAUGHTER + SOOTHING WORDS, THE COLD EMBRACE OF DEATH, DARK SILHOUETTE BATHED IN MOONLIGHT, DARK LEATHERS, FLURRY OF ICE. WHISPERING WINDS OF THE NIGHT, SWORD IN THE SHADOWS. ] INSPO: [ EZIO AUDITORE, HAN SOLO, PRINCE OBERYN MARTELL, DORIAN (DA), KAZ BREKKER, FLYNN RYDER, CENTURIES BY FALL OUT BOY, THE MAN BY THE KILLERS, YOU KNOW MY NAME BY CHRIS CORNELL, DIRTY DEEDS DONE CHEAP + BACK IN BACK BY AD/DC, HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN BY THE ANIMALS, RENEGADE BY STYX, THE PRETENDER BY FOO FIGHTERS, WAY DOWN WE GO BY KALEO, FAR FROM ANY ROAD BY THE HANDSOME FAMILY, MY BLOOD BY TWENTY ONE PILOTS. ]

KINKS

KINKS: [ QUICKIES. CASUAL HOOKUPS, BREEDING. VERBAL FEMINISATION. PUBLIC. PRAISE. WORSHIP (HIM :P). HUMILIATION. SOMNOPHILIA. WATERSPORTS. TEASING. AFFECTION. TOYS. PLAYING HARD TO GET HE HE. KNOWING HE'S WANTED. ] ANTI-KINKS: [ VORE. SCAT. INFANTILISM. ]

BIOGRAPHY

Zephyros Velathien, born the illegitimate son of King Lothar Adriel Blaiddwyn of Umoria and Tavion Velathien, a gifted sorcerer, grew up in the capital of Umoria without knowing his royal heritage. Raised by Tavion, Zephyros lived a life far removed from the opulence of the palace. Tavion was not wealthy, but he provided his son with love, warmth, and a sense of belonging. Zephyros’ beauty—his striking features, inherited from his father, and his undeniable charm—was the one thing they could claim as their own.

A natural rebel, Zephyros made trouble wherever he went. His mischief came in the form of playful pickpocketing, mostly to collect little trinkets for Tavion—things that would brighten his father’s day. Tavion never reprimanded him; he knew it was a part of who Zephyros was. But there was something else about Zephyros that couldn’t be ignored: his love for his father. Despite his rebellious nature, Zephyros was always a “momma’s daddy's boy,” fiercely loyal and protective of the man who had always been there for him.

As he grew older, the capital began to feel too small, and Zephyros yearned for freedom. Tired of the same faces, tired of the same routine, he decided to leave Umoria and explore the world. He was tired of the same fleeting encounters in the cities, the same men who came and went. He wanted something more—something new. So, he traveled light, relying on his charm to secure a place to sleep and food to eat. Zephyros didn’t care for relationships. His encounters were brief and transactional—he’d sleep with whoever could offer him a warm bed or a meal and coin, though he usually went for nobles he knew had plenty of coin to spare for a pretty face. Love was never on his radar; he was too focused on his own desires and needs to entertain anything deeper.

During his travels, Zephyros came across a recruiter for the Night's Watch, a mysterious and dangerous organization stationed at Feranthor, a northern outpost guarding against the evil forces that lay beyond the wall. Zephyros was intrigued by the Watch, their cause, and the freedom they seemed to offer. After a few days in their camp, Zephyros was convinced to stay on and see if he could be of use to them. His charm, wit, and connections were exactly what the Watch needed in a recruiter. The fact that Zephyros wasn’t above sleeping with men to get what he wanted worked to his advantage.

At first, the benefits were what mattered: free food, free shelter and an opportunity to travel even farther, all while serving a cause he barely understood. But over time, Zephyros came to realize the importance of the Night’s Watch. He grew to understand that the work they did was vital—not just for Umoria but for all the kingdoms. Though he was still reluctant to form emotional ties, Zephyros could not ignore the sense of purpose the Watch gave him. It became his new focus, and he was good at it—charismatic, persuasive, and quick on his feet.

A year after joining, Zephyros took the oath of the Night’s Watch. He swore an oath to protect the people from the monsters that lurked beyond the wall. His love for freedom remained, though, and his life continued to be one of constant travel and movement. As a recruiter, he would visit villages, towns, and cities, always looking for new blood to bring into the fold. While his charm and beauty made the job easy, Zephyros was more than just a pretty face. He was a skilled fighter, known for his precision and speed with a sword and dagger. He was quick, deadly, and resourceful, and when he fought, he used his ice magic to enhance his attacks. His blades would grow cold, and he became a blur of icy movements, striking down his foes before they could even react.

Zeph never sought love or emotional connections. He had little interest in relationships, preferring the temporary pleasures of a casual encounter. But after joining the Night’s Watch, something shifted. His encounters weren’t just for material gain anymore—they were more so for the sake of satisfying a craving. It wasn’t about food or shelter; it was about the fleeting satisfaction of the moment and coin, because he did still like dressing pretty. Despite the temporary nature of his encounters, Zephyros kept everyone at arm's length. Love was not for him, and he never allowed anyone to get too close.

However, in Feranthor, one person learned of Zephyros' true bloodline—the fact that he was the bastard son of a king. At first, Zephyros didn’t believe it. He returned home to confront Tavion, who confirmed the truth. While the revelation didn’t shake him—he had already found a cause worth fighting for—it did feel good in a way to learn more about himself, to meet a potential sibling. He took some time to let it all sink in, but eventually, he returned to Feranthor, knowing his place was with the Night’s Watch.

He was no fool; he had a sharp mind and knew how to survive. His travels had taught him how to fend for himself, and his quick wit and fighting skills had made him a force to be reckoned with. But it was in Feranthor that Zephyros found an unexpected bond: with Ansegar, a young warrior who had grown up in the Night’s Watch. Ansegar, ten years Zephyros' junior, had always looked up to him, and Zephyros took him under his wing. Though their relationship wasn’t blood, Zephyros cared for Ansegar like a brother, protective and loyal.

Zephyros had come a long way since his days in the capital, pickpocketing for trinkets and sleeping with men for material gain. He had found a place in the world with the Night’s Watch, and though he kept his distance from relationships, he had discovered a new purpose in life. No longer was he a boy running from responsibility—he was a man with a cause.

But that didn’t mean his nature had changed entirely. He still loved his freedom. And he still had a penchant for fleeting pleasures.