Description


S'rael boasts the sort of lean height that makes one seem taller than one truly is — an optical illusion played all the more readily when belowground, with stone ceiling hovering just overhead. Those ceilings will not inconvenience him; in truth, lean strength present notwithstanding, the appearance of his carriage notwithstanding, S'rae lacks in height what he makes up for in the depth of his piercing gaze. Smiles frequently touch both thin lips and black-brown eyes; fine features are balanced by a long nose which ends, undaunted, underlined by a haphazard attempt at a mustache. A similarly-lackluster beard lines a narrow, pointed jaw, kept trimmed with scrupulous neatness. In truth, the wealth of his hair lies atop his head, where a thick, wavy black mass stretches past his shoulders — unless it lies bound in a knot atop his head.

There is nothing fancy here, but thank Faranth, it does fit. The tunic is saffron yellow, the pants crom-coal black, and the lines of both are a little bit more military-precise than the former stablehand is wont to be found in on his own. His belt seems a mis-match at first, tastefully mottled brown against the yellow and black — except that it matches his boot, rather than the rest of his uniform. Boots that are the same as they were pre-Impression, same as they were pre-candidacy as well: sturdy and thick-soled and built to last and definitevely, if variegated, brown.


Common Knowledge

  • If you're from the Underground:
    • The middle child of Baham's brother, Esirael is regarded with the same sort of respect just for being related. Sort of the area's equivalent of Blooded.
    • Cares for animals of all kinds, though he works most with the runners because there's the most work to be done. Spends more time with animals than people.
    • Not an asshole.
    • Some think he is unwaveringly dangerous, and hiding a vicious streak a mile wide under that animal-loving exterior. He does carry himself with a somewhat intimidating look.
  • If you're from the Weyr:
    • He was Searched by S'ayde's dragon, and became a candidate.
    • Seems to keep to himself, though he grew close to — or was already close to — several members of the candidate class he was in.
    • Impressed last of all of Rhiscorath and Abraxath's clutch, to bronze Wovocyth.

History


He isn’t really Baham’s son, but in some regards he may as well be: Esirael, like his brother Hlaraken (would be 29, now deceased) and sister Cymlei (twenty) are the children of Baham’s own brother, also a member of the Rokuul. This means they had the sort of childhood that came from being thieves’ children, but once the Underground was established (Esirael would have been about thirteen) they also had the sort of young adulthood that came with being treated like minor royalty. Thieves’ royalty, sure. But there was still some magic to it, and a definite magic to the shadows that became their home.

Despite being expected to take to a criminal trade, Esirael never really did. He didn’t fit in the same way; he wasn’t bawdy, and wasn’t adventuresome and bold. While he was good enough at dressing for the storms of desert sand, he didn’t have the guile for the family business, exactly. Esirael felt ill when it came to inflicting injury on others, and became regarded as a ‘soft touch.’ It ended up being his actual talent that was cultivated, much to his eventual pleasure — let his brother be a master thief (eventually, with his pretty forger wife), and his sister could twist men around with her girlish wiles when she became old enough, but he was a natural in a different area. He’d always had an affinity for runnerbeasts when they were moving around, and within a turn or two of the underground’s establishment was one of the runner-keepers. Which in turn progressed over time to being the runner-keeper, and the other-animals-keeper as well: Esirael was responsible for the safety, health and well-being of any of the livestock that weren’t for slaughter.

Of course he was given a lofty position at a young age: it came with the territory of being the founder’s blood. It also came with the fact that there weren’t all that many people who were viable candidates and someone had to do it.

So it was that he never really took to a criminal trade, but he was indispensable for supporting it. (In the case of the runners, the occasional canine … not so much the indoor waterfowl, but he still did care for them.)

He was far less ruthless and obnoxious as Baham’s actual progeny, so many of the … call them citizens found him more pleasant to deal with. So Esirael was known to many and in a positive sense, and while it was often as the animal man, that was fine — he was just as glad to tend to a child’s pet as he was to a man’s runnerbeast. Or to stolen animals for resale. There was nothing about him that objected to myriad crime, so long as he wasn’t a participant and had no knowledge of what illness and injury may have been inflicted upon people who didn’t do anything to offend him.

With the invasion by the Weyr, and the apparent disassembly of the Rokuul, Esirael is one of the few who doesn’t find himself so much at a loss as at a frustrating point: what will become of the small herd he cares for, and what will become of his home? He has no interest in staying in temporary shelters forever, and he has even less interest in going somewhere new. That little bit of desert prince attitude he will always carry with him.

Even as a bronzerider, it seems.

Relationships

Ayolehe: Knows how to handle ice. Candidate classmate.
Baham: Uncle, once leader.
Beris: Second sister, chosen.
Brynn: Seems kind. A candidate classmate.
Cymlei: First sister, blood.
Dinah: Not good at work. Candidate classmate.
Divale: Odd one. Also became a candidate classmate. Clutchsister.
Hlaraken: Brother, honored, dead.
Ixtli: Third sister, married in.
Lykhaistia: Sulky teenager, grown into ballsy young lady. Enough of a friend. Also became a candidate classmate.
Nasrin: Enchanting outsider. Candidate classmate: who's the outsider here? Clutchsister; weyrwoman. Still, always, enchanting.
Onari: Skilled at her craft, kind.
Qulandei: Cousin. Imprisoned.
Zavyr: Bewilderment. Fiery. Milk thief. Friend-ish. And, eventually, candidate classmate.


If you're from the Underground or other criminal-type elements and want to pursue a pre-existing backstory relationship with Esirael, just @send!

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Menagerie

Runnerbeasts

  • Most of the Underground herd is "his."
  • A couple of personal non-coded object mounts
  • Sugar Dream, purchased from Siraji

Canines

  • Two three yeah now it's four previously stray hounds

Firelizards

Coming soon~

Dragon

The free spirit of the plains has come to Igen, embodied by the wild courage of a stallion in dragonet form. Dark, aged bronze shimmies and shivers across a hide that appears dipped in the sun itself with a shiny, metallic gloss. Rich turquoise highlights whisper around the sleek shape of muscle and bone while antique copper lurks in the shadows, deepening the definition of a lithe, elongated frame that promises aerodynamic perfection to come. Smooth grace flows in extended limbs and large paws, especially the whipcord length of an agile, elegant tail. Shades of copper melt with reddish highlights as they approach the tip of that extensive tail, nature's nod to paternal heritage. The proud profile of an equine visage is his, snout drawn out and darkening to a polished tip of black tourmaline and expressive headknobs that flicker and twitch with velvety ease. A rich maternal legacy has left its mark on him as well as deepening ink stains counter the parchment fade of strong wings, a whimsical scribbled pattern leaving a dark script gilded along spars.

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esirael.jpg
Location Igen Weyr
Position Sirocco Wingrider
Dragon bronze Wovocyth
Birthplace Middle of Nowhere
Played By Avan Jogia
Player Aati