Everybody needs a little villainy to spice up their life. The basics: 6'2", with clear care put into his appearance, Zekarion holds himself with confidence but gives off the sense of someone thoughtful, generous and open-minded: the right kind of person you'd expect to have the connections needed as the CEO of an international company. This is usually bolstered by the aura of charismatic magic he emanates on a regular basis, but who knows whether that'll work or not. :) The name he gives to anyone who asks is Altius, and he will (gently) protest at any other address.
The setting can be whatever, feel free to pick and I'll roll with it 👍
⬬ introductions
[Wherever Zekarion has ended up, it's utterly unfamiliar to him in a way he couldn't have expected, even given the idea of Spirits attempting to pull him away from his goals. That is to say, whatever mundane information gathering he's doing at the moment is strained, with a level of tension in his posture that even his impressive self control can't hide. There's an edge to the vaguely polite smile he gives anyone who approaches.]
All of this is quite something, isn't it.
⬬ tasks!
[After his initial anxiety has faded into more of a low dread and a fully internal conviction to go back here he came from, he starts going about whatever normal life may be here. Gathering supplies, shopping, searching for tasks or work—whatever's needed for him to make his way into something resembling power that he can wield towards the aforementioned goal. He'll do it without hesitation, but that doesn't mean he can't make a remark or two about it to whomever's working or gathering or shopping alongside him.]
I haven't had to start from nothing in a long time.
⬬ oh no somebody help
[The first time active danger makes itself known—maybe even the first few times—Zekarion does not use his power in any discernible way. Monsters, natural disasters, unnatural disasters, whatever it might be—he'll play the role of the unarmed civilian who's nonetheless a leader of sorts, ushering others who can't fight away from the danger and, at times, even putting himself in harm's way to ensure their escape.
Knowing he can heal himself from almost anything does allow him to keep his secrets for longer, and a little injury in the name of that goal is hardly enough to deter him. Plus, it gives him the added bonus of gaining a positive reputation as someone selfless despite his apparent lack of relevant training or special skills.
He might be injured by the time someone approaches, or he might not. Either way, with authority:]
You can't come this way, it's not safe.
⬬ just kidding get out of the way
[Then there are larger threats. At some point, there's no way for him to avoid using his magic—or this particular danger has something he wants, and he's going to take it. Hell—maybe what he seeks is yours. Good luck.
The gleaming yellow of his eyes behind a black domino mask, the high-collared cape with pauldrons, the pointed metal of his gloves and boots—they all paint a decidedly different picture of the man. When the thin jet-black blade materializes in his hand and a sneering grin comes to his face, it's almost hard to see how this is the same person.]
I'm going to enjoy this.
⬬ pick your poison!!
other shenanigans; feel free to use the above scenarios or any game prompts or whatever and let me know, we'll figure it out!
bad dad of sad lad, jamjar style
The setting can be whatever, feel free to pick and I'll roll with it 👍
⬬ introductions
[Wherever Zekarion has ended up, it's utterly unfamiliar to him in a way he couldn't have expected, even given the idea of Spirits attempting to pull him away from his goals. That is to say, whatever mundane information gathering he's doing at the moment is strained, with a level of tension in his posture that even his impressive self control can't hide. There's an edge to the vaguely polite smile he gives anyone who approaches.]
All of this is quite something, isn't it.
⬬ tasks!
[After his initial anxiety has faded into more of a low dread and a fully internal conviction to go back here he came from, he starts going about whatever normal life may be here. Gathering supplies, shopping, searching for tasks or work—whatever's needed for him to make his way into something resembling power that he can wield towards the aforementioned goal. He'll do it without hesitation, but that doesn't mean he can't make a remark or two about it to whomever's working or gathering or shopping alongside him.]
I haven't had to start from nothing in a long time.
⬬ oh no somebody help
[The first time active danger makes itself known—maybe even the first few times—Zekarion does not use his power in any discernible way. Monsters, natural disasters, unnatural disasters, whatever it might be—he'll play the role of the unarmed civilian who's nonetheless a leader of sorts, ushering others who can't fight away from the danger and, at times, even putting himself in harm's way to ensure their escape.
Knowing he can heal himself from almost anything does allow him to keep his secrets for longer, and a little injury in the name of that goal is hardly enough to deter him. Plus, it gives him the added bonus of gaining a positive reputation as someone selfless despite his apparent lack of relevant training or special skills.
He might be injured by the time someone approaches, or he might not. Either way, with authority:]
You can't come this way, it's not safe.
⬬ just kidding get out of the way
[Then there are larger threats. At some point, there's no way for him to avoid using his magic—or this particular danger has something he wants, and he's going to take it. Hell—maybe what he seeks is yours. Good luck.
The gleaming yellow of his eyes behind a black domino mask, the high-collared cape with pauldrons, the pointed metal of his gloves and boots—they all paint a decidedly different picture of the man. When the thin jet-black blade materializes in his hand and a sneering grin comes to his face, it's almost hard to see how this is the same person.]
I'm going to enjoy this.
⬬ pick your poison!!
other shenanigans; feel free to use the above scenarios or any game prompts or whatever and let me know, we'll figure it out!