Name: Eric Jones [The latest Alias he's picked up/He doesn't really have a real name to begin with]
Nicknames: Liath Mallaichte, Mo Shiorghra, Latharn, Witch, Robbie
Age: Around 3000 [Appears as a young man in his twenties in human form]
Birthday: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Water Horse [Kelpie]
Category: Citizen
Career: Will actually do anything for money and a good [preferably human based] meal, Doubles as a questionable Fortune Teller and Miracle Healer
Appearance Description:
Human Form: Fairly tall, around 180 cm, with a kind of lanky figure, although it's mostly concealed by his clothes. Very fair skin, soft facial features, with long lashes and a mole under his left eye. Dirty grey hair, somewhat short in length and messy all year round, hinting at his natural curls, and peach colored eyes. Unlike most of his fellow kelpies, his eye color is quite light, which makes it a bit more difficult to distinguish his species at first glance; especially since he takes every measure to hide the silver necklace around his neck.
Horse Form: Resembles a gray friesian stallion, but is slightly bigger in size, with seaweed tangled in its mane, and water dripping from it, as well as from its tail.
Personality Description:
- Too proud for his own good, in the sense that, he thinks he is right regardless of the situation. Even if he is proven wrong, he'd never admit to it.
- He's very curious, but it's mostly due to the fact that he's lived for so long that he doesn't really consider the conequences of being curious.
- Bad with personal space, when he does approach someone. He doesn't usually allow himself to be physically close to people, especially humans, but when he does, he doesn't know much about being "proper", and can be very evasive.
- A very loyal person, to anyone who earns his trust. It's difficult to do that, and it jst depends on whether he ends up liking you or not, but when you earn his trust, you'll never lose it, no matter what you might do.
- It's easy for him to adapt to most situations, and change his outwards personality according to the person he's dealing with. He's fast to use his hypnotic abilities whenever he needs them, but he's not taken aback whenever they end up not working, and instead manages to find other ways to avoid the worst possible outcome.
- He can be extremely apathetic at times, especially towards human beings and generally anyone he doesn't respect. Morals don't mean much to him, and he only follows them so that he doesn't have to deal with people lecturing him.
Active Abilities:
- Shifting from Horse Form into Human form
- Light Hypnosis/Persuasion. Normally a few spoken words would do the charm, but since he doesn't have the ability to talk and must rely on written speech, he needs to convey the magic through either touch or direct eye contact. It acts as a sort of guide to the target's own thoughts instead of changing them completely, and Eric just guides them towards his preferred conclusions. It's not a long term thing, it usually fades after a day and the person is left with a tiny gap in their memories of the incident. Words are strong, and without them he is weak, so if the target or Eric break eye contact, or physical contact, the target can easily resist of the spell.
- Can cleanse poisoned liquids (including blood), but needs to mix the liquid with his own blood in equal amount (or more) to the poison, which leaves him drained and tired for a day or two usually.
Passive Abilities:
- Ability to breath underwater
- Better than average speed (He can run as fast as the average horse in human form)
- Better than average strength (Although he looks lanky in human form, he has the strength of an avid bodybuilder)
- Increased healing abilities (Scratches, burns, bruises, and other small injuries such as those usually heal in less than an hour when he is in human form. To heal anything more serious than that (eg. broken bones, missing limbs, etc.), he'd have to change into horse form and it would still take him at least 3-4 days to fully heal. Wounds inflicted by exorcisms and other holy procedures are incurable by his own abilities as far as he knows.)
- Adhesive skin when in Horse Form
Weaknesses:
He was left mute, both in horse and human form, due to a badly done and unfinished exorcism. It might be curable, but he's never really looked into it. He communicates by writing things on a small notepad he carries around with him, through sign language, or just by mouthing words as clearly as he can (but this only works in quiet environements and only if the other person pays enough attention/is an experienced lip reader).
Common Magical Items: N/A
Biography:
He doesn't remember much about his origins, but he lived in a big lake somewhere in Scotland for a very long time. Human villages appeared around it eventually, and after a few years of luring people into the lake and eating them up, the locals took to human sacrifices to prevent uncountable victims. Of course that didn't stop him from the occasional snack.
Over time, the sacrifices stoped, and he was forced to work harder than he'd done for the past few centuries. It wasn't a difficult job; humans were utterly stupid, and they fell for him easily, whether he was a beautiful young man gazing into the distance with a picture perfect smile, or a stunning gray stallion, bridled and saddled, standing alone in the meadow, inviting someone worthy to ride him.
And then one day, a smart one appeared. The Kelpie stood as he was, in his horse form, with his bridle on and his head relaxed, and he saw his prey coming to him; a young girl with flowers in her hair and spots on her cheeks. She approached him gently, her feet barely grazing the grass below her, and when she reached him, she caught him by the mane, and he smile darkened, and she snatched his bridle off, and he was hers. And she knew it, for as he shouted, his anguish was blown away by her hearty laugh. "My beloved," she whispered in his ear, and she took him back to her people.
They'd caught the grey dread who had taken so many of their people away from them. The village was ecstatic. They kicked him and dragged him around, and cut his hair and tied on him so many heavy things. And he was worked to the bone like a common horse. And the girl, she came to him every night and sung him lullabies with that wicked smile of hers. "My beloved, my beloved," she kept saying, "You, who has all that I love inside your belly. You will stay with me until it is my time to join them."
And he did stay with her, until she was old and gray like him, when she gave him back his bridle and asked him to eat her, like he had her husband and her mother and father. And he did. She tasted bitter, but the rest of the village was alright in taste.
Knowing now that he had been discovered, he left his home, and ventured south. He lived close to humans, but never too close. He despised them now, even feared them, although he'd never admit that. Each time someone would try to catch him he'd leave and settle somewhere else.
At a point in time, he noticed the humans had taken up a new god. He'd never cared for such things, having little to no interactions with godly beings himself, but this one posed a great inconvenience for him. His guises, both human and horse, both alone and enchanting in the woods, were frowned upon, feared and rarely ever approached. Some called the young man a witch, others called the stallion a demon.
And then a man came to him, dressed in brown robes, and caught him by the arm, and the Kelpie looked into his eyes to make him ease the grip, but the man did not bulge, and the Kelpie saw the girl's wicked intent in him, and he struggled. He turned into a stallion and tried to flee, but as he ran away, he heard the man shout and he felt a great burning in his mouth, and when he tried to shout back, no voice came out of it. He lost the man after a time, but he also lost his voice
And now he was weak suddenly and needed nurshring, and he dreaded the thought on anyone touching him, for fear of being caught, or even worse judging from his last encounter. But he had no other choice. And so he put on his human form, and walked into a traveling caravan. He was weary at first, but no one seemed to notice him at first. And when they did, they asked him for a name and gave him some bread to eat. He couldn't answer them, so they thought up a name for him on their own.
He was Robbie for a time, and he worked with horses, for he knew them well. No one knew why, for he didn't speak, but Robbie was a good man. He nodded and did what he was told, and when someone suddenly dissappeared never to be heard of again, Robbie cried silently and skipped lunch and dinner.
Through the years he took up other names too, and learned how to read and write, so that it was easier for him to communicate with humans. He also learned many other things, especially from people he travelled with. He learned how to dance and how to play cards and dice, and how to make rich ladies excited by telling them uncertainties about their future based on cards and lines and stars.
He still had to move around a lot, and though he told himself he'd go back to living alone after a time, he grew dependant on humans and their culture. He still killed them and ate them whenever he hungered, but some of them he couldn't come to view as food. He was growing fond of them and he hated it.
He eventually got involved in criminal activities, since it seemed to be the easier thing to do, not to mention no one cared if a low-life criminal or two disappeared into the night. It was a pretty easy life for him. Word of a criminal paradise reached him then. A group of islands full of wanted criminals, pirates, all sorts of scum. A heaven upon earth, and he saw his future laid out for him. Possibly endless supply of food, and with the sea surrounding it on all sides.
Through certain contacts, he reached the Manta Carlos islands by boat, and as soon as he landed his foot on it, he turned to the thick woods in search of a place to finally rest. He assumed his real form and hid from the bustling human community. He went back to his routes, luring, killing eating, living a good life. It was perfect for a time. But then the population stopped increasing, and his prey eventually lessened. They'd found him out again, and his plans crumbled down on him. But now the problem was he'd have to cross an ocean to find a new place to stay.
Pure curiousity and a pinch of pride kept him on the island and in the form of a mute young man. They're started constructions close to the lake he'd come to frequent during his stay on the island, and everyone has started talking of special people and beings all of a sudden.
Then the Academy was finished and the students poured in. And among them were beings he'd heard of before, but never seen. There were even some of his own kind. And no one seemed to bat an eye about it. It was confusing, but admittedly convenient. So he stayed, and eased himself in the society. He knew he didn't have to hide the fact that he was a Kelpie, but he did nonetheless, mostly out of habit.
Resources:
- He doesn't have a permanent job, nor a monthly salary, but he rents a small apartment in the city, and whenever he doesn't have enough money to pay rent, he assures the landlady he'll pay her double next month with a bit of magic entwined with his words and his smile.
- He also possesses a few small artifacts he's gathered throughout the years he was traveling around the world, and since most of them are now treasures basically, he might sell one or two whenever he needs money to survive.
- His primary income is fortune telling, through either tarot card reading, palm reading, or coffee and tea leaf reading.
- He's also known for his talents of healing poisoned liquids, so he's sort of a "miracle healer" on the side as well.
Additional Information:
- He likes literature, especially psychological related things.
- He knows sign language, but almost no one else does, so he never uses it unless asked/told to.
- If it wasn't for his lack of a voice, he'd probably be working as an actor.
Nicknames: Liath Mallaichte, Mo Shiorghra, Latharn, Witch, Robbie
Age: Around 3000 [Appears as a young man in his twenties in human form]
Birthday: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Water Horse [Kelpie]
Category: Citizen
Career: Will actually do anything for money and a good [preferably human based] meal, Doubles as a questionable Fortune Teller and Miracle Healer
Appearance Description:
Horse Form: Resembles a gray friesian stallion, but is slightly bigger in size, with seaweed tangled in its mane, and water dripping from it, as well as from its tail.
Personality Description:
- Too proud for his own good, in the sense that, he thinks he is right regardless of the situation. Even if he is proven wrong, he'd never admit to it.
- He's very curious, but it's mostly due to the fact that he's lived for so long that he doesn't really consider the conequences of being curious.
- Bad with personal space, when he does approach someone. He doesn't usually allow himself to be physically close to people, especially humans, but when he does, he doesn't know much about being "proper", and can be very evasive.
- A very loyal person, to anyone who earns his trust. It's difficult to do that, and it jst depends on whether he ends up liking you or not, but when you earn his trust, you'll never lose it, no matter what you might do.
- It's easy for him to adapt to most situations, and change his outwards personality according to the person he's dealing with. He's fast to use his hypnotic abilities whenever he needs them, but he's not taken aback whenever they end up not working, and instead manages to find other ways to avoid the worst possible outcome.
- He can be extremely apathetic at times, especially towards human beings and generally anyone he doesn't respect. Morals don't mean much to him, and he only follows them so that he doesn't have to deal with people lecturing him.
Active Abilities:
- Shifting from Horse Form into Human form
- Light Hypnosis/Persuasion. Normally a few spoken words would do the charm, but since he doesn't have the ability to talk and must rely on written speech, he needs to convey the magic through either touch or direct eye contact. It acts as a sort of guide to the target's own thoughts instead of changing them completely, and Eric just guides them towards his preferred conclusions. It's not a long term thing, it usually fades after a day and the person is left with a tiny gap in their memories of the incident. Words are strong, and without them he is weak, so if the target or Eric break eye contact, or physical contact, the target can easily resist of the spell.
- Can cleanse poisoned liquids (including blood), but needs to mix the liquid with his own blood in equal amount (or more) to the poison, which leaves him drained and tired for a day or two usually.
Passive Abilities:
- Ability to breath underwater
- Better than average speed (He can run as fast as the average horse in human form)
- Better than average strength (Although he looks lanky in human form, he has the strength of an avid bodybuilder)
- Increased healing abilities (Scratches, burns, bruises, and other small injuries such as those usually heal in less than an hour when he is in human form. To heal anything more serious than that (eg. broken bones, missing limbs, etc.), he'd have to change into horse form and it would still take him at least 3-4 days to fully heal. Wounds inflicted by exorcisms and other holy procedures are incurable by his own abilities as far as he knows.)
- Adhesive skin when in Horse Form
Weaknesses:
He was left mute, both in horse and human form, due to a badly done and unfinished exorcism. It might be curable, but he's never really looked into it. He communicates by writing things on a small notepad he carries around with him, through sign language, or just by mouthing words as clearly as he can (but this only works in quiet environements and only if the other person pays enough attention/is an experienced lip reader).
Common Magical Items: N/A
Biography:
He doesn't remember much about his origins, but he lived in a big lake somewhere in Scotland for a very long time. Human villages appeared around it eventually, and after a few years of luring people into the lake and eating them up, the locals took to human sacrifices to prevent uncountable victims. Of course that didn't stop him from the occasional snack.
Over time, the sacrifices stoped, and he was forced to work harder than he'd done for the past few centuries. It wasn't a difficult job; humans were utterly stupid, and they fell for him easily, whether he was a beautiful young man gazing into the distance with a picture perfect smile, or a stunning gray stallion, bridled and saddled, standing alone in the meadow, inviting someone worthy to ride him.
And then one day, a smart one appeared. The Kelpie stood as he was, in his horse form, with his bridle on and his head relaxed, and he saw his prey coming to him; a young girl with flowers in her hair and spots on her cheeks. She approached him gently, her feet barely grazing the grass below her, and when she reached him, she caught him by the mane, and he smile darkened, and she snatched his bridle off, and he was hers. And she knew it, for as he shouted, his anguish was blown away by her hearty laugh. "My beloved," she whispered in his ear, and she took him back to her people.
They'd caught the grey dread who had taken so many of their people away from them. The village was ecstatic. They kicked him and dragged him around, and cut his hair and tied on him so many heavy things. And he was worked to the bone like a common horse. And the girl, she came to him every night and sung him lullabies with that wicked smile of hers. "My beloved, my beloved," she kept saying, "You, who has all that I love inside your belly. You will stay with me until it is my time to join them."
And he did stay with her, until she was old and gray like him, when she gave him back his bridle and asked him to eat her, like he had her husband and her mother and father. And he did. She tasted bitter, but the rest of the village was alright in taste.
Knowing now that he had been discovered, he left his home, and ventured south. He lived close to humans, but never too close. He despised them now, even feared them, although he'd never admit that. Each time someone would try to catch him he'd leave and settle somewhere else.
At a point in time, he noticed the humans had taken up a new god. He'd never cared for such things, having little to no interactions with godly beings himself, but this one posed a great inconvenience for him. His guises, both human and horse, both alone and enchanting in the woods, were frowned upon, feared and rarely ever approached. Some called the young man a witch, others called the stallion a demon.
And then a man came to him, dressed in brown robes, and caught him by the arm, and the Kelpie looked into his eyes to make him ease the grip, but the man did not bulge, and the Kelpie saw the girl's wicked intent in him, and he struggled. He turned into a stallion and tried to flee, but as he ran away, he heard the man shout and he felt a great burning in his mouth, and when he tried to shout back, no voice came out of it. He lost the man after a time, but he also lost his voice
And now he was weak suddenly and needed nurshring, and he dreaded the thought on anyone touching him, for fear of being caught, or even worse judging from his last encounter. But he had no other choice. And so he put on his human form, and walked into a traveling caravan. He was weary at first, but no one seemed to notice him at first. And when they did, they asked him for a name and gave him some bread to eat. He couldn't answer them, so they thought up a name for him on their own.
He was Robbie for a time, and he worked with horses, for he knew them well. No one knew why, for he didn't speak, but Robbie was a good man. He nodded and did what he was told, and when someone suddenly dissappeared never to be heard of again, Robbie cried silently and skipped lunch and dinner.
Through the years he took up other names too, and learned how to read and write, so that it was easier for him to communicate with humans. He also learned many other things, especially from people he travelled with. He learned how to dance and how to play cards and dice, and how to make rich ladies excited by telling them uncertainties about their future based on cards and lines and stars.
He still had to move around a lot, and though he told himself he'd go back to living alone after a time, he grew dependant on humans and their culture. He still killed them and ate them whenever he hungered, but some of them he couldn't come to view as food. He was growing fond of them and he hated it.
He eventually got involved in criminal activities, since it seemed to be the easier thing to do, not to mention no one cared if a low-life criminal or two disappeared into the night. It was a pretty easy life for him. Word of a criminal paradise reached him then. A group of islands full of wanted criminals, pirates, all sorts of scum. A heaven upon earth, and he saw his future laid out for him. Possibly endless supply of food, and with the sea surrounding it on all sides.
Through certain contacts, he reached the Manta Carlos islands by boat, and as soon as he landed his foot on it, he turned to the thick woods in search of a place to finally rest. He assumed his real form and hid from the bustling human community. He went back to his routes, luring, killing eating, living a good life. It was perfect for a time. But then the population stopped increasing, and his prey eventually lessened. They'd found him out again, and his plans crumbled down on him. But now the problem was he'd have to cross an ocean to find a new place to stay.
Pure curiousity and a pinch of pride kept him on the island and in the form of a mute young man. They're started constructions close to the lake he'd come to frequent during his stay on the island, and everyone has started talking of special people and beings all of a sudden.
Then the Academy was finished and the students poured in. And among them were beings he'd heard of before, but never seen. There were even some of his own kind. And no one seemed to bat an eye about it. It was confusing, but admittedly convenient. So he stayed, and eased himself in the society. He knew he didn't have to hide the fact that he was a Kelpie, but he did nonetheless, mostly out of habit.
Resources:
- He doesn't have a permanent job, nor a monthly salary, but he rents a small apartment in the city, and whenever he doesn't have enough money to pay rent, he assures the landlady he'll pay her double next month with a bit of magic entwined with his words and his smile.
- He also possesses a few small artifacts he's gathered throughout the years he was traveling around the world, and since most of them are now treasures basically, he might sell one or two whenever he needs money to survive.
- His primary income is fortune telling, through either tarot card reading, palm reading, or coffee and tea leaf reading.
- He's also known for his talents of healing poisoned liquids, so he's sort of a "miracle healer" on the side as well.
Additional Information:
- He likes literature, especially psychological related things.
- He knows sign language, but almost no one else does, so he never uses it unless asked/told to.
- If it wasn't for his lack of a voice, he'd probably be working as an actor.
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