Name: Aengus
Nickname/s: Drunkard, Mage, That Guy.
ID: 9748
Owner: Toomsy
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Height: 160cm
Species: Vayron
Type: Puller
Fur: Lisse
Traits:
- Dumbo Ears
- Puff Tail
- Round Eyes
Genotype: Crl+nBe/nDp/nPn/nBm/nSb/nEl/nFl
Phenotype: Bleached Dappled Pangare Coral with Bloodmark Sable Leucism and Flaxen
Purity Trials: Completed
Training: Completed
Magic: Enchanted
Low Class: Scholar
-ICQ: Completed
High Class: Theurgist
Familiars:
- Cardinal Gryphon: +1CP to images portraying the Reosean in Thedale.
- Scarlet Roundbeak Gryph: Grants an additional ticket in Anomaly Events.
Citizenship: Thedale
Political Status: Exemplar
Personality:
His pelt looks like someone took a great deal of time mashing up raspberries, strawberries and cream until it made a thick, delicious topping for a cake. Aengus’s tail has a playfully impertinent curl. His eyes are a little redder than his fur.
At one time in the past he’d been a powerful mage travelling the lands with a band of adventurers he called, and counted as, friends. That wasn’t now. These days he ran a tavern. His idea of ‘running a tavern’ meant having all the liquor he could ever drink and making enough money to buy more when the barrels started to run low.
Somewhere he doesn’t particularly care about, or think about really, Aengus is distantly related to the ruling family. It’s one of those things that mean more to you when Gran is telling family stories to you and you’re getting to stay up late to hear the tales. It wasn’t as if he was hiding anything, he just had no reason to care...until he was slammed into full sobriety. Getting told that he, himself, by right of succession and because of a few unexpected--sometimes suspicious--deaths made him the ruler was all it took to clear his head.
Now he’s not sure whether to run into the nearest bottle, maybe just run away with that bottle or whether this might be a chance to--to do what? Clean up? Get back on his feet? He wasn’t an emperor or king or whatever. He was a drunk tavern owner who barely broke even. He didn’t deserve a chance. Hadn’t earned it or even wanted it. He was fine dying like a drunkard in a dirty pile in the corner of his tavern. That didn’t seem like the direction his life was heading now though.
Items:
♦ Adornments:
Holy's Heirloom;; x1 Allows for up to 3 pieces of jewelry on your import.
Vaybelline Shampoo;; Allows for mane length and hair edits on the import.
Warrior's Embrace;; X2 Allows for up to 3 scars on your import.
♦ Battle:
- Divine Leg Armour
Lineage:
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Sire: Unknown
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Dam: Leyanna 5468
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Design by: Toomsy Bloodmark by Riazey
Edits by: Lairai