William Alexander Von'Dire

[William Alexander Von'Dire]

William Alexander Von'Dire

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Standing like a flame in the darkness, an oddity amongst the commonplace. Drastically different from the surroundings and those that moved about. So much so in fact, it gave one pause to wonder if perhaps the figure was a figment of imagination. A shard of dream still lingering in the depths of the mind's eye. Every facet of this stranger rippled with something unique, some unspoken demand of respect, an air that set him high above those around, as if by the simple act of being he was placed upon a higher pedestal. With the same natural reaction that draws the moth to the flame so too were eyes drawn to this new and inescapable presence.

His clothing was not the rough-spun fabrics of the laborer, nor the soiled aprons of the craftsmen, or even the trifling ensemble of those nominal merchants trying to act that the jingle from their purse came from gold talents instead of copper bits. The raiment of this stranger artlessly brought out the imperfections of those around, while simultaneously elevating it's own make. The material gained further compliment from the fashion and form in which it was cut. Each seam flawless, no loose thread or wayward string, no bulge or modification from imperfect measure, no stain or blemish, never so much as a wrinkle could be seen upon this stranger in the devil's clothing. These garment's spoke of masterwork craftsmanship, they were not pulled down from some shelf, or plucked from some window, these were the clothes that were made for you. They knew of no other owner but the stranger, and their fashion hinted at the high taste most commonly found amongst the nobility.

His own natural coloring was no less breathtaking. His hair was so rich and so black it looked like ink put to form. His hair was neither too long nor too short for his sharp and angular features. These obsidian strands hung in perfect contrast to his light skin tone. His flesh was neither tan or devoid of color. It was a soft and pure white, the color of fresh cream. As such if one looked close enough they would note that no blemish was privy to be seen. No scars, no cuts, no scrapes, bruises, or even callous was witnessed. Soft hands and slender fingers unmarred by the effects of struggle or conflict, the hands of an angel. The type of hands you wished to feel upon you, yearned to have upon you in the darkness of night and away from prying eyes. Yet most shocking of all were the eyes. Large, round orbs of shifting hues. Roving the gauntlet from light blue, and almost crystalline icy tone to deep rolling azure and even almost black like the sea when no moon could be shown. Always lurking within them was a predatory cunning and a keen knowledge of his surroundings.

Nobody had seen him enter the tavern, but all seemed at some level aware that he stood motionless within the crowd for the span of several long heartbeats. Walking over to seat himself across from a withered old man acting as the local Keeper he gave a tip of his head and a wide Cheshire grin.



Affiliation: Rhyfellion ab Sangui
Position: Advisor, Friend, Ally, Bystander, Midnight Rendezvous, Lover, Companion, or anything else that suits his fancy.
Class(es): Psion, Charmer (Primary) & Noble
Rank: Gles'ni Marshall
Dice: 2d78

Race: Bastet
Height (Homid): 74 inches (6'2")
Weight (Homid): 14 stone (195 lbs)
Eye: Azure
Hair: Raven, neither too short nor too long
Age: Unknown, appears to be in his mid-twenties

Languages: Oddly enough, William never seems to not understand the things about him.

Property: In the works my dears, in the works.

Adventuring Gear: Carries nothing. Oddly enough when he does show up for a job, he seems dressed more for some Ball than a work detail.

Weapon: Himself....quite obviously.

Mount: Naur. A friend most unique.

Coin: More than you, I assure you.

Interesting Baubles: Secrets are best, when kept.

The Rumors About Him (As per the skill: Reputation Precedes): A creature of striking looks and a feral allure. Most known for his ease at slipping into the folds with any sort of creature (sentient or not), befriending and seducing those around him with the same effortless behavior as one has whilst drawing a breath. A bastet and a psion of renown. William is the son of Emmarie, though his wild and unique mannerisms label him vastly into the chaotic rather than the lawful of his lineage. Often seen playing around with a small golden coin.

Flaw(s): Flicker, Living Shadow, & Insatiable Curiosity. Sometimes I am all here, other times I am not. While at other times, I am here but not whole. Though always, always....I must know.


Skills 2 saved[/size]

• Psionic Affinity (Class Perk)
  
• Flaming Strike Taught by Naur (Adventure Perk)
  
• Leadership I (Adventure Perk)
  
• Bestial Fury (Racial Perk)
  
• Shapechanging (Racial Perk)
  
• Acrobatics
  
• Alert
  
• Aura of Lust
  
• Alluring Tongue
  
• Darksight
  
• Delay Spell
  
• Enraged Casting
  
• Fearless
  
• Innate Spell (Feline Prevarication)
  
• Lightning Initiative
  
• Lingering Spell
  
• Lucky Duck
  
• Reputation Precedes
  
• Scent
  
• Self Healing
  
• Side Step

Spells (36 Total)

• The Cat's Meow - (Effect)
  
• Traipse of the Uncia - (Effect)
  
• Up-side Right & Left-side Down - (Effect)
  
• Quite Obviously Odd - (Effect)
  
• Assuefaction - (Effect)
  
• Deep Inside the Pocket - (Effect)
  
• Through the Looking Glass - (Effect)
  
• Pure Imagination - (Effect)
  
• Temporal Recess - (Evade)
  
• Chronomatic Exhibition - (Effect)
  
• Forget Me Not - (Effect)
  
• Predominate the Deviation - (Effect)
  
• Magnum Opus - (Attack)
  
• Communal Grievance - (Reflect)
  
• Excogitative Ballast - (Defense)
  
• Ameliorate - (Heal)
  
• Prattle & Prose - (Effect)
  
• Cabalistic Font - (Effect)
  
• Feline Prevarication - (Evade)
  
• Trium Literarum Homo - (Effect)
  
• Esoteric Vanguard - (Effect)
  
• Concordant Disposition - (Effect)
  
• Dialectic of the Legerdemain - (Effect)
  
• Problematic Junction- (Effect)
  
• Vellum Variance - (Attack)
  
• Oscillation of Speculation - (Attack)
  
• Instinctual Response - (Duality)
  
• Evanescent Aperture - (Duality)
  
• Amnemonic Violation - (Duality)
  
• Unwritten
  
• Unwritten
  
• Unwritten
  
• Unwritten
  
• Unwritten
  
• Unwritten
  
• Unwritten
  

Spell Descriptions[/u]
One would find a blank tome upon the desk that William used when both time and desire found him. When you opened the book, the pages all just looked back upon you, vacant and empty. The more you rifled through the pages, the more you would think you heard a melodic chuckle behind you. Just as you went to shut the massive, leather bound thing, writing would appear.[/color]

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"You truly did not think I would make it that easy for you, did you?"

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Mount's Abilities
William would stand there and look from the raw beauty that was his dear friend over to the person questioning him about such a creature. With a soft smile and shake of his head William would answer as only a feline could.

"Naur, is a private creature. Had he wished your company or you to be privy to such things, I assure you, he would have told you. By your line of questioning, it would appear he did not, thus I can not. Such is the bond of friends."