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Description

Update: Still a douchebag.

Identity

Name: Farlan || Alias: Sphinx || Nickname(s): N/a

Sex: Male || Gender: Male

Age: Four years || Season of Birth: Winter

Sign: Aquarius || Zodiac: Ox || Elements: Air/Yin Earth

Breed: Somali mix || Place of Birth: Autumn Court

Appearance

Height: 19'' || Weight: 30 Ilbs. || Body Type: Lithe/Athletic || Posture: Tall

Fur Colour: White and gray || Eye Colour: Bluish green

Fur Length: Medium/Long || Fur Texture: Smooth

Blemishes: N/a || Markings: Ticked tabby || Scars: Autumn mark (scratched out) - Spring mark

Piercings: N/a || Accessories: N/a

Voice: Steady || Inflection: Upbeat || Tone: Cheerful, haughty, snide

Summary: A tall, lightly-coloured felmark with stunning blue-green eyes, and well-kept fur.

Data

Stats:
    Dexterity: 7/10
    Strength: 3/10
    Constitution: 5/10
    Wisdom: 5/10
    Intelligence: 7/10
    Charisma: 6/10
Intelligence Modalities:
    Musical-Rhythmic and Harmonic: 2%
    Visual-Spatial: 8%
    Verbal-Linguistic: 8%
    Logical-Mathematical: 20%
    Bodily-Kinesthetic: 10%
    Interpersonal: 30%
    Intrapersonal: 20%
    Naturalistic: 1%
    Existential: 1%
Alignment: Neutral Evil

Court: Spring

Education: Graduated

Profession: Court Babysitter Timekeeper

Rank: Timekeeper

Powers: Future Sight, Healing Touch, Seeker, Sixth Sense, Extended Knowledge

Personality

MBTI: ESTP || Temperament: Sanguine

Traits: Charismatic - Outgoing - Vain - Assertive - Secretive - Equivocal - Defensive - Rude - Egotistic - Devious - Impish

Details:
    Full of himself - Conceited. Unwavering vanity; in his appearance, his abilities, his occupation. Boosts his own ego from time to time, or gets others to do it. Very easy to flatter, and thinks highly of those who will compliment him.

    Frivolous - Shallow, whimsical. Doesn't invest himself emotionally into anything. Seems not to take anything seriously. Moments of solemnity from him only arise in very specific or dire circumstances. Seems impervious to the intensity of others.

    Enigmatic - Ties in to his secretive tendencies. Doesn't talk about his past often. Rarely goes into detail about his time away from the Courts. Dislikes talking about his mother or family. Occasionally appears uncomfortable by certain topics, but is quick to bounce back and shrug it off and switch topics. Acts surprised or confused when others bring up those moments. Motivations are a complete mystery: is he selfless; self-serving; does he have ulterior motives? No one seems to know. Many theorize. He doesn't tell.

    Poor temperament - Not exactly a short fuse, but an easily-lit one. Bad at controlling temper once it's gone off. Holds a grudge. Anger is the silent but deadly kind; frigid expressions, furious glares. Rarely acts in rage, however; prefers to plan things in advance. Schemes are often forged in the heat of his passion.

    Confident - Expresses himself in an almost cocky manner. Appears as though nothing can knock him off of his self-appointed pedestal. Takes criticism easily, regards it flippantly. Cannot be shaken or discouraged. Seems to have an unwavering assurance in himself.

     Self-Conscious - Occasionally finds aspects of himself that he dislikes, or doubts himself about something; does not handle these situations well. Tends to brood over them, tries to quickly find remedies or some way to set himself straight. Any criticism given about those traits or situations are received with hostility and defensiveness. Attempts to play down his own feelings about such things so that others won't notice, but may get angry.

    Stubborn - Refuses help from anyone when he's having problems (prominently emotional ones). Normally won't tell anyone about them; hides them in most situations. If it's obvious or big, he responds to questions or offers for assistance with glares and silence or refusal. Has some difficulty playing off his feelings in these situations and keeps to himself in an attempt to keep others from noticing.

    Manipulative - Talented at projecting himself in whatever way he likes. Skilled with tricking others into doing exactly what he wants. A good objective judge of character, allowing him to find vulnerabilities and weaknesses to exploit. Tends to have a sixth sense for finding what will be effective against someone. Can behave either kindly or cruelly to further his own gain. Can be strategically antagonistic; plays a persona to aggravate others in order to gain deeper insight into them. Values knowledge and pursues information in ways that subvert common emotional defenses. Typically only uses these tactics on those he dislikes in some way or another. Cheerfully rude to those he doesn't care for.

    Possessive - Does not take kindly to others taking what he considers his. This includes felmark (more often than anything else, truthfully). Fiercely protective of what few things provoke deep feelings in him, and tries to try and keep them for himself. Has little thought for those he doesn't care for, and concentrates on what benefits himself and those he does like.

Likes: Grooming - Attractive aesthetics - Rhythm

Dislikes: Kind, earnest people - His schemes being seen through - Rushing

Strengths: Intuition/observation - Finding weaknesses - Hiding the truth

Weaknesses: Kind, earnest people - Maintaining composure when emotional - Dealing with failure

Summary: At first impression, he's a shallow airhead; cocky, self-absorbed, and more interested in himself than anyone or anything else. However, he's undeniably charismatic, and somehow manages to uphold a decent conversation with just about anyone. Below that vanity and confidence, however, lies someone who has no idea how to handle his own shortcomings and flaws, and has the tendency to misdirect his frustrations on others. In the situation that he dislikes someone, he can be petty and cruel.

Familiar

Name: Kojime || Pronunciation: Koh-ZHI-may || Alias: Thunderhead || Nickname(s): Koji

Sex: Male || Gender: Male

Age: Five years || Season of Birth: Summer

Sign: Capricorn || Zodiac: Rat || Elements: Earth/Yang Earth

Species: Forest Raven || Place of Birth: Woods

Personality: Cold - Aloof - Hostile - Unpleasant - Awkward - Keen - Dense

Overview: Coming off as quite the hostile creature, Kojime always looks angry-- even the atmosphere he exudes feels irate. Thankfully he rarely engages with others, preferring to remain on his perch of Farlan's antlers and simply glare from afar. In truth, anyone who would have to actually interact with him would quickly find that he isn't as cruel as he appears. Rather, it's his introverted tendencies that suggest a mean nature, while in actuality he's simply terrible at socializing. In truth, he doesn't always intend to offend others; he just doesn't know how to be subtle, or compassionate, or considerate.

History

Birth: It isn't illegal, but there was still something a little taboo about mateships across the courts. Maybe that was what drove them into it; the thrill, the adventure. Or maybe they truly were in love, or at least deluding themselves that they could be. Whatever the reason, Koharu and Iskandar passed the threshold of forbidden romance with flying colours, and shortly after the Autumn Court scholar found herself pregnant. Though he assured the soon-to-be mother of his child that he would not abandon them, there was little that Iskandar could do to be in the cub's life if it didn't choose to come to his court, or (perhaps worse) chose to have nothing to do with a father from another season. These were concerns for a felmark of a common day. They would dissipate with time, replaced with more urgent problems.
Upon his birth, the young white-and-gray tom was healthy and raring to go. Any regard for a sibling he might have had was overshadowed by his own fascination with, well, himself. Always cocksure that he would become a successful combatant or scholar, Farlan often pranced about the nursery, foretelling tales of his own future triumphs. Yet despite this, the cub would only ever speak on his own terms; turning from those who spoke to him when he didn't want to talk, or even growing impatient or bored with conversations. Ceaselessly restless, he was always wandering, pacing. At times he would space out, or at least it seemed that way to others; rather, he would fall deep into thought, mind roving intensely.

Cubhood: At his Scarring ceremony, Farlan was surprisingly stoic. Save for a slight flinch at the pain, he was steadfast throughout the ritual, staring straight ahead. Returning to Autumn court, he was entrusted to his mother for the duration of his familiar season. With no complaints at the decision, Farlan set out with her to find his familiar.
After several days, Koharu took to showing her son how to hunt, allowing him to venture out on his own in search of his familiar. After a chance encouner with a drake, she also began to teach him self defense, though as a scholar she realized that her lessons were skewed away from her own rank. With that in mind, she began to give him evening classes. Altogether it was a wonderful bonding experience for the two, and Farlan proved to be a very attentive student.
Returning from another unsuccessful day of seeking out his familiar, he abandoned the trail in pursuit of prey. A little late, but no more than he tended to be day by day, Farlan returned to the clearing he and his mother had chosen to settle into for the next week. They had taken to moving on to new places to give him a wider range to seek out his familiar, and this was the farthest they had been from the courts. It was the farthest his mother would ever reach.
In the middle of the clearing she lay, body sprawled as though she had collapsed mid-run. Though he stood at the edge of the clearing for several moments, prey hanging from his jaw, Farlan failed to compute the sight before him. Eyes blank, muscles slack, he stared. And, slowly, the prey fell from his teeth, forgotten as he walked forward. Standing over her, he couldn't tear his gaze away. Talons. Wide-spread marks had torn through her sides-- four on the right, one on the left. Unmistakeable. She was dead.
How long he stood there, unable to move, Farlan couldn't say. When he regained control over his body, he didn't know. He didn't move.
And when he finally did, he lay down next to her. He curled up, burying his face against his flanks, her ebbing warmth brushing at his back. Breathing. And finally sleeping.
He left her. He hunted. And he returned. Every day. Until one.
A raven stood perched on her hackle, beak buried in the hole on her ribs. The first trace of emotion broke the dam; a scream, and he charged at it. In alarm, the bird raised its head, wings flapping to lift it away.
They both froze, Farlan skidding to a stop and the raven's wings going rigid, as their eyes met.

Childhood: Profuse apologies were never enough for Kojime. The guilt of feeding from the corpse of Farlan's mother never left. Even weeks after they had left her body behind, the familiar was uncomfortable, aanxious, around his felmark.
And every time, Farlan assured him that it was fine; he had been following his instinct. He had stopped when sense struck him. Indeed, he might as well have been a completely different creature before becoming bonded to a felmark.
Eventually-- in his adolescence, anyway-- he was even able to laugh off the raven's ceaseless self-reproach. It just became a part of who his familiar was. He forgave Kojime.
Still, he was young. Having his familiar had opened a whole new world for Farlan; revealed new paths, given him roads to set his paws on and follow. But which should he choose?
North. Deeper. Farther. Away from the courts.
Closing his eyes, he followed blindly.

Adolescence: A vagrant felmark. Farlan laughed at the prospect. Never in all of the stories shared in the Autumn court had he heard of such a thing. Yet here he was. A curiosity.
Wandering was all he did. Moving aimlessly, no destination in mind but forward.
These years spent alone were integral in his development. Yet, when questioned, he has little to tell.

Adulthood: Already four years-- not that he would know. Farlan lived in days and weeks. Anything more was too much of a hassle to keep track of. So in the end, he had no sense of time; no idea how long had passed.
But something changed.
And he followed blindly.

Current: Something brought him here. And though he had little idea of what that was, he had followed.
Standing at the threshold of Spring court, he recalled this to be the home of his father. Revealing little of his thoughts in his expression, the felmark offered a sly, knowing smile towards the black noble that had come to see him.
And the new Timekeeper of Spring court found a home.

Trivia

Accent: N/a

Blood Type: B-

Virtues: Diligence

Sins: Pride, Envy, Greed

Hygiene: High

Conditions: N/a

Phobias: N/a

Traumas: After finding his mother dead, he's very paranoid about ever discovering another body. The fear arises at seemingly random times, and though he tries hard to ignore it or convince himself he's being foolish, only the company of others can truly dispell the sense of impending doom.

Pet Peeves: Poor hygiene

Spirit Animal: Spider

Theme Song(s):
    X

Facts:
    -X
    -X
    -X
    -X
    -X

Intimacies

Status: Single

Sexuality: Unknown || Romanticism: Unknown

Preferences: Unknown

Turn-Ons: Unknown || Turn-Offs: Unknown

Looking For: Unknown

Current Interests: N/a || Past Interests: N/a

Role: N/a

Experience: Unknown

Relationships

Riot - Court Noble
    Primarily amusement. Farlan doesn't see Riot as the leader type. Still, Farlan does as he's told, and tries his best not to be condescending. {WIP}

    "Pending..."

Zaeli - Court Delegate
    Farlan is torn between being thankful that at least one authority seems well-suited to the job in this court, and being disappointed that she's not so susceptible to his deceptions. He's wary of her, but (grudgingly) respects her. (He's also, again grudgingly, fond of her.) {WIP}

    "Pending..."

Name - Relationship
    Description

    "Thoughts"

Out Of Character

Roleplay Method(s): Skype - Chat - Notes - Google Docs || Posting Length: Min. 100 words || Tracker: X

Memes: N/a

Roleplay Example: "Oh, no, don't go on with that again," Volloran groans faintly, going limp against his bed. "Volloran. My father is the Lord. And I have no taste for titles. At least not unless, by some tragedy or miracle, I come to inherit my family's dominion." Rolling back a bit before using the momentum to sit up, he eyed the human contemplatively. "There's no need for formality with me. My family each have their preferences, which you'll need to memorize-- I allow them that much domain over my servant-- but I don't expect it for myself." Beckoning the other, Volloran stood and crossed the room to his closet, throwing it open. "What did you do, Henrik? How was your life before coming here? Exciting? Boring? Monotonous? Did you have heartwrenching farewells, tearful goodbyes, a mother thinking she was being forced to see you off to the monster's estate?"

Credit

Farlan and Kojime are © Sycophantism
Biography Layout is © Sycophantism
Character Design © Sycophantism
Lineart is © Jaewolfeh22z
Familiar-Seasons is © pavrzlove

Description

Update: Still a douchebag.

Identity

Name: Farlan || Alias: Sphinx || Nickname(s): N/a

Sex: Male || Gender: Male

Age: Four years || Season of Birth: Winter

Sign: Aquarius || Zodiac: Ox || Elements: Air/Yin Earth

Breed: Somali mix || Place of Birth: Autumn Court

Appearance

Height: 19'' || Weight: 30 Ilbs. || Body Type: Lithe/Athletic || Posture: Tall

Fur Colour: White and gray || Eye Colour: Bluish green

Fur Length: Medium/Long || Fur Texture: Smooth

Blemishes: N/a || Markings: Ticked tabby || Scars: Autumn mark (scratched out) - Spring mark

Piercings: N/a || Accessories: N/a

Voice: Steady || Inflection: Upbeat || Tone: Cheerful, haughty, snide

Summary: A tall, lightly-coloured felmark with stunning blue-green eyes, and well-kept fur.

Data

Stats:
    Dexterity: 7/10
    Strength: 3/10
    Constitution: 5/10
    Wisdom: 5/10
    Intelligence: 7/10
    Charisma: 6/10
Intelligence Modalities:
    Musical-Rhythmic and Harmonic: 2%
    Visual-Spatial: 8%
    Verbal-Linguistic: 8%
    Logical-Mathematical: 20%
    Bodily-Kinesthetic: 10%
    Interpersonal: 30%
    Intrapersonal: 20%
    Naturalistic: 1%
    Existential: 1%
Alignment: Neutral Evil

Court: Spring

Education: Graduated

Profession: Court Babysitter Timekeeper

Rank: Timekeeper

Powers: Future Sight, Healing Touch, Seeker, Sixth Sense, Extended Knowledge

Personality

MBTI: ESTP || Temperament: Sanguine

Traits: Charismatic - Outgoing - Vain - Assertive - Secretive - Equivocal - Defensive - Rude - Egotistic - Devious - Impish

Details:
    Full of himself - Conceited. Unwavering vanity; in his appearance, his abilities, his occupation. Boosts his own ego from time to time, or gets others to do it. Very easy to flatter, and thinks highly of those who will compliment him.

    Frivolous - Shallow, whimsical. Doesn't invest himself emotionally into anything. Seems not to take anything seriously. Moments of solemnity from him only arise in very specific or dire circumstances. Seems impervious to the intensity of others.

    Enigmatic - Ties in to his secretive tendencies. Doesn't talk about his past often. Rarely goes into detail about his time away from the Courts. Dislikes talking about his mother or family. Occasionally appears uncomfortable by certain topics, but is quick to bounce back and shrug it off and switch topics. Acts surprised or confused when others bring up those moments. Motivations are a complete mystery: is he selfless; self-serving; does he have ulterior motives? No one seems to know. Many theorize. He doesn't tell.

    Poor temperament - Not exactly a short fuse, but an easily-lit one. Bad at controlling temper once it's gone off. Holds a grudge. Anger is the silent but deadly kind; frigid expressions, furious glares. Rarely acts in rage, however; prefers to plan things in advance. Schemes are often forged in the heat of his passion.

    Confident - Expresses himself in an almost cocky manner. Appears as though nothing can knock him off of his self-appointed pedestal. Takes criticism easily, regards it flippantly. Cannot be shaken or discouraged. Seems to have an unwavering assurance in himself.

     Self-Conscious - Occasionally finds aspects of himself that he dislikes, or doubts himself about something; does not handle these situations well. Tends to brood over them, tries to quickly find remedies or some way to set himself straight. Any criticism given about those traits or situations are received with hostility and defensiveness. Attempts to play down his own feelings about such things so that others won't notice, but may get angry.

    Stubborn - Refuses help from anyone when he's having problems (prominently emotional ones). Normally won't tell anyone about them; hides them in most situations. If it's obvious or big, he responds to questions or offers for assistance with glares and silence or refusal. Has some difficulty playing off his feelings in these situations and keeps to himself in an attempt to keep others from noticing.

    Manipulative - Talented at projecting himself in whatever way he likes. Skilled with tricking others into doing exactly what he wants. A good objective judge of character, allowing him to find vulnerabilities and weaknesses to exploit. Tends to have a sixth sense for finding what will be effective against someone. Can behave either kindly or cruelly to further his own gain. Can be strategically antagonistic; plays a persona to aggravate others in order to gain deeper insight into them. Values knowledge and pursues information in ways that subvert common emotional defenses. Typically only uses these tactics on those he dislikes in some way or another. Cheerfully rude to those he doesn't care for.

    Possessive - Does not take kindly to others taking what he considers his. This includes felmark (more often than anything else, truthfully). Fiercely protective of what few things provoke deep feelings in him, and tries to try and keep them for himself. Has little thought for those he doesn't care for, and concentrates on what benefits himself and those he does like.

Likes: Grooming - Attractive aesthetics - Rhythm

Dislikes: Kind, earnest people - His schemes being seen through - Rushing

Strengths: Intuition/observation - Finding weaknesses - Hiding the truth

Weaknesses: Kind, earnest people - Maintaining composure when emotional - Dealing with failure

Summary: At first impression, he's a shallow airhead; cocky, self-absorbed, and more interested in himself than anyone or anything else. However, he's undeniably charismatic, and somehow manages to uphold a decent conversation with just about anyone. Below that vanity and confidence, however, lies someone who has no idea how to handle his own shortcomings and flaws, and has the tendency to misdirect his frustrations on others. In the situation that he dislikes someone, he can be petty and cruel.

Familiar

Name: Kojime || Pronunciation: Koh-ZHI-may || Alias: Thunderhead || Nickname(s): Koji

Sex: Male || Gender: Male

Age: Five years || Season of Birth: Summer

Sign: Capricorn || Zodiac: Rat || Elements: Earth/Yang Earth

Species: Forest Raven || Place of Birth: Woods

Personality: Cold - Aloof - Hostile - Unpleasant - Awkward - Keen - Dense

Overview: Coming off as quite the hostile creature, Kojime always looks angry-- even the atmosphere he exudes feels irate. Thankfully he rarely engages with others, preferring to remain on his perch of Farlan's antlers and simply glare from afar. In truth, anyone who would have to actually interact with him would quickly find that he isn't as cruel as he appears. Rather, it's his introverted tendencies that suggest a mean nature, while in actuality he's simply terrible at socializing. In truth, he doesn't always intend to offend others; he just doesn't know how to be subtle, or compassionate, or considerate.

History

Birth: It isn't illegal, but there was still something a little taboo about mateships across the courts. Maybe that was what drove them into it; the thrill, the adventure. Or maybe they truly were in love, or at least deluding themselves that they could be. Whatever the reason, Koharu and Iskandar passed the threshold of forbidden romance with flying colours, and shortly after the Autumn Court scholar found herself pregnant. Though he assured the soon-to-be mother of his child that he would not abandon them, there was little that Iskandar could do to be in the cub's life if it didn't choose to come to his court, or (perhaps worse) chose to have nothing to do with a father from another season. These were concerns for a felmark of a common day. They would dissipate with time, replaced with more urgent problems.
Upon his birth, the young white-and-gray tom was healthy and raring to go. Any regard for a sibling he might have had was overshadowed by his own fascination with, well, himself. Always cocksure that he would become a successful combatant or scholar, Farlan often pranced about the nursery, foretelling tales of his own future triumphs. Yet despite this, the cub would only ever speak on his own terms; turning from those who spoke to him when he didn't want to talk, or even growing impatient or bored with conversations. Ceaselessly restless, he was always wandering, pacing. At times he would space out, or at least it seemed that way to others; rather, he would fall deep into thought, mind roving intensely.

Cubhood: At his Scarring ceremony, Farlan was surprisingly stoic. Save for a slight flinch at the pain, he was steadfast throughout the ritual, staring straight ahead. Returning to Autumn court, he was entrusted to his mother for the duration of his familiar season. With no complaints at the decision, Farlan set out with her to find his familiar.
After several days, Koharu took to showing her son how to hunt, allowing him to venture out on his own in search of his familiar. After a chance encouner with a drake, she also began to teach him self defense, though as a scholar she realized that her lessons were skewed away from her own rank. With that in mind, she began to give him evening classes. Altogether it was a wonderful bonding experience for the two, and Farlan proved to be a very attentive student.
Returning from another unsuccessful day of seeking out his familiar, he abandoned the trail in pursuit of prey. A little late, but no more than he tended to be day by day, Farlan returned to the clearing he and his mother had chosen to settle into for the next week. They had taken to moving on to new places to give him a wider range to seek out his familiar, and this was the farthest they had been from the courts. It was the farthest his mother would ever reach.
In the middle of the clearing she lay, body sprawled as though she had collapsed mid-run. Though he stood at the edge of the clearing for several moments, prey hanging from his jaw, Farlan failed to compute the sight before him. Eyes blank, muscles slack, he stared. And, slowly, the prey fell from his teeth, forgotten as he walked forward. Standing over her, he couldn't tear his gaze away. Talons. Wide-spread marks had torn through her sides-- four on the right, one on the left. Unmistakeable. She was dead.
How long he stood there, unable to move, Farlan couldn't say. When he regained control over his body, he didn't know. He didn't move.
And when he finally did, he lay down next to her. He curled up, burying his face against his flanks, her ebbing warmth brushing at his back. Breathing. And finally sleeping.
He left her. He hunted. And he returned. Every day. Until one.
A raven stood perched on her hackle, beak buried in the hole on her ribs. The first trace of emotion broke the dam; a scream, and he charged at it. In alarm, the bird raised its head, wings flapping to lift it away.
They both froze, Farlan skidding to a stop and the raven's wings going rigid, as their eyes met.

Childhood: Profuse apologies were never enough for Kojime. The guilt of feeding from the corpse of Farlan's mother never left. Even weeks after they had left her body behind, the familiar was uncomfortable, aanxious, around his felmark.
And every time, Farlan assured him that it was fine; he had been following his instinct. He had stopped when sense struck him. Indeed, he might as well have been a completely different creature before becoming bonded to a felmark.
Eventually-- in his adolescence, anyway-- he was even able to laugh off the raven's ceaseless self-reproach. It just became a part of who his familiar was. He forgave Kojime.
Still, he was young. Having his familiar had opened a whole new world for Farlan; revealed new paths, given him roads to set his paws on and follow. But which should he choose?
North. Deeper. Farther. Away from the courts.
Closing his eyes, he followed blindly.

Adolescence: A vagrant felmark. Farlan laughed at the prospect. Never in all of the stories shared in the Autumn court had he heard of such a thing. Yet here he was. A curiosity.
Wandering was all he did. Moving aimlessly, no destination in mind but forward.
These years spent alone were integral in his development. Yet, when questioned, he has little to tell.

Adulthood: Already four years-- not that he would know. Farlan lived in days and weeks. Anything more was too much of a hassle to keep track of. So in the end, he had no sense of time; no idea how long had passed.
But something changed.
And he followed blindly.

Current: Something brought him here. And though he had little idea of what that was, he had followed.
Standing at the threshold of Spring court, he recalled this to be the home of his father. Revealing little of his thoughts in his expression, the felmark offered a sly, knowing smile towards the black noble that had come to see him.
And the new Timekeeper of Spring court found a home.

Trivia

Accent: N/a

Blood Type: B-

Virtues: Diligence

Sins: Pride, Envy, Greed

Hygiene: High

Conditions: N/a

Phobias: N/a

Traumas: After finding his mother dead, he's very paranoid about ever discovering another body. The fear arises at seemingly random times, and though he tries hard to ignore it or convince himself he's being foolish, only the company of others can truly dispell the sense of impending doom.

Pet Peeves: Poor hygiene

Spirit Animal: Spider

Theme Song(s):
    X

Facts:
    -X
    -X
    -X
    -X
    -X

Intimacies

Status: Single

Sexuality: Unknown || Romanticism: Unknown

Preferences: Unknown

Turn-Ons: Unknown || Turn-Offs: Unknown

Looking For: Unknown

Current Interests: N/a || Past Interests: N/a

Role: N/a

Experience: Unknown

Relationships

Riot - Court Noble
    Primarily amusement. Farlan doesn't see Riot as the leader type. Still, Farlan does as he's told, and tries his best not to be condescending. {WIP}

    "Pending..."

Zaeli - Court Delegate
    Farlan is torn between being thankful that at least one authority seems well-suited to the job in this court, and being disappointed that she's not so susceptible to his deceptions. He's wary of her, but (grudgingly) respects her. (He's also, again grudgingly, fond of her.) {WIP}

    "Pending..."

Name - Relationship
    Description

    "Thoughts"

Out Of Character

Roleplay Method(s): Skype - Chat - Notes - Google Docs || Posting Length: Min. 100 words || Tracker: X

Memes: N/a

Roleplay Example: "Oh, no, don't go on with that again," Volloran groans faintly, going limp against his bed. "Volloran. My father is the Lord. And I have no taste for titles. At least not unless, by some tragedy or miracle, I come to inherit my family's dominion." Rolling back a bit before using the momentum to sit up, he eyed the human contemplatively. "There's no need for formality with me. My family each have their preferences, which you'll need to memorize-- I allow them that much domain over my servant-- but I don't expect it for myself." Beckoning the other, Volloran stood and crossed the room to his closet, throwing it open. "What did you do, Henrik? How was your life before coming here? Exciting? Boring? Monotonous? Did you have heartwrenching farewells, tearful goodbyes, a mother thinking she was being forced to see you off to the monster's estate?"

Credit

Farlan and Kojime are © Sycophantism
Biography Layout is © Sycophantism
Character Design © Sycophantism
Lineart is © Jaewolfeh22z
Familiar-Seasons is © pavrzlove