Aquilla Josephus Wesley, of the Duke of Rothesay .

[Aquilla Wesley]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i329.photobucket.com/albums/l389/axel-hates-me-909090/ivantheterriblepostbackground.jpg); border-style: dotted; border-width: 1px; border-color: #f1ca97, bTable][style=font-family: colonna mt; text-align: right; color: #FFFFFF; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: -10px; padding: 5px 30px 1px 5px;]THERE'S NO LIGHT, THERE'S NO SOUND[/style][style=font-family: french script mt; text-align: right; color: #585858; letting-spacing: 1px; line-height: 5px; padding: 0px 15px 5px 0px;]hard to breathe when you're underground[/style][style=float: right; width: 270; padding: 10px; height: 310px; overflow: auto; background-color: #2B2B2B; opacity: 0.4; border-style: dotted; border-width: 1px; border-color: #2A344F; font: 10px verdana; color: #000000; text-align: justify;] Name: Aquilla Josephus Wesley Age: Twenty Sex: Male Species: Demon Nationality: Russian-English Abilities/Strengths: Aquilla, being "human", isn’t exactly the most powerful creature, but he is adept at simple fencing techniques, and knows how to operate a hunting rifle. That is to say, he’s decent when it comes to defending himself. He prides himself on his writing talent; although his books don’t sell and publishers tend to reject most of his work, Aquilla loves to write, and thinks the world is simply not ready for his brand of literature. He certainly isn’t arrogant, he just has that much pride in his work. Not in his poetry, however. He never lets anyone see his poetry. He speaks four languages: German, French, Russian, and English. Aquilla can play piano very well, but he hates to—regardless, having practiced throughout his childhood, the knowledge stuck, so he can play quite a few pieces upon those godforsaken ivory keys, and doesn’t sound half bad. His immortality, I suppose, is a strength, even though he hasn’t discovered it yet. As far as he’s concerned, he just a man who hasn’t grown an inch since he was eleven, but otherwise bears the appearance of a young man. His theory is that he’s just deformed in some way, but regardless, ignorance does not make up for capability. So, yeah, it’s a strength. Inabilities/Weaknesses: He is ignorant of his own species. Having no recollection of such capabilities, and having been raised for as long as he could recall by humans, he thinks he is such, and bears no reason to believe otherwise, aside from the fact that he somehow seems to survive every near-death experience he endures. Aquilla refuses to take up a proper, paying profession—he is living off of his parents money, in their townhouse, so he sees no need to try and learn a trade, instead simply working on his dead-end career as a writer, simply for the sake of appealing to his own fancy. Referring to the above weakness, he is also a bit of a spoiled brat. He doesn’t want to do anything that doesn’t suit his fancy, and hence, refuses to do so, instead living by his own rules, and in his own fantasy land where nothing goes wrong and the world is perfect. That is to say, he is ignorant of the world and its troubles. Occupation: Novelist / Nobleman Appearance: Aquilla is a young man, standing at a dwarfish 4’10”; he is very thin, and his flesh is even-toned and whitish, although he bears a mild tan from his many days spent outside, gathering inspiration for literature from nature. His eyes are dark brown, like chocolate, and his hair is an ebony tone, with rich curls cut in a bit of a bob. His hands and his feet are leaning on the small side, making it a pain in the ass to play piano, and his proportions make him seem a bit like a child, being very thin and soft-skinned. Despite these delicate features, he also has particularly thick eyebrows, that frame the upper half of his large eyes rather neatly. Usually, the young man goes about in a black fur cap and shawl, a gray trenchcoat, black slacks, and gray shoes with a quarter-inch heel. He would wear them higher up, but that is both effeminate and bizarre. Anyhow! Beneath his double-breasted trenchcoat, he has a black waistcoat with gray pinstripes, and a white button-up shirt with a high, slightly stiff collar. The ends of his sleeves have small tassles on their cuff buttons. Face claim: Young Ivan the Terrible (Phobs Rendition) Personality: Aquilla is, considering his rank, not exactly a stereotypical noble. He’s got a bit of a.. strange personality. He is usually a very calm creature, with an eternally soft frown and brows arched in disconcertion. Quiet and contemplative, the youth seems eternally lost in his own thoughts, with a pencil in hand and a notebook under his arm, using most of his thought processing skills to take ideas from the world around him and jot them down for novel ideas. Although he is calm, he is also easily confused. Riddles and things like that tend to put him at a loss for words, and anything unexpected causes him to basically flatline in mental processing. In layman’s terms, he’ll gawk like a codfish and stare until he either figures out what’s going on, or someone explains the situation to him. Referring to above, he is easily frightened. That is not to say he is scared of many things, but he can be easily startled, since he’s always enveloped in his own thoughts. A bloodcurdling scream from him can be over something as simple as a bird hitting his window or something as dreadful as a garrotter. Aquilla is a pampered, sheltered youth; having been raised essentially hiding behind his mother’s skirts, the man perceives the world as he sees it in books. It is problem-free and brilliant, with no beggars or thieves or terrible dilemmas. To him, war is a figment of imagination from the pessimistic; as far as he is concerned, nothing is wrong with life, and no one is evil. The young man is also gullible, to a degree. Easily fooled due to his perception of reality, he can be easily led astray from his own morals and goals, feeling that whomever has told him to do so has his best interests in mind.. that is, once they befriend him. He won’t listen to absolute strangers, unless there’s a damn good reason to. Although very kind and pleasant-natured, there is an underlying mischievous side to Aquilla, that he struggles to contain; he’ll see things he shouldn’t, like ghosts and strange auras, and for some reason he’s drawn towards darker people. Trying to contain this side is a bit of a hassle, since it also urges him to create chaos, and he takes a sick amusement in reading novels pertaining to the darker sides of life, although he sees everything about it as pure fiction and usually hates the content soon after he’s finished the book. Life Story: Now, you must be wondering how he can be a demon, and yet have no recollection of such, as well as having been raised by humans. To be rather frank with you, the reason he doesn’t have any memories of his own race is due to the humans he was raised by. To understand, first you must know of his parents. His father is a Duke (more specifically, the Duke of Rothesay), and his mother is, by default, a Duchess. They had an arranged marriage, and yet they loved each other, and wanted nothing more than to start a family.. however, soon it was discovered that the woman was infertile. The couple went into despair over this, and they started to distance themselves, much to the father’s dismay.. so, in his desperation for them to have a family, and for his wife to be happy, he signed up to be within a cult, and with their help, he summoned a demon, hoping it would be able to help him solve his problem.. and that demon offered a contract with him. Obviously, the man accepted, but his desire for assistance soon turned to something completely different; his commands were simple, and yet, they ruined that demon entirely. Forget everything, revert to an infantile state, and allow the humans to raise him as if he were a human child. He could not decline the orders, and thus, he eradicated his own memory, and fell into the care of those humans. True name unknown, the demon was given the name of Aquilla Josephus Wesley, son of the Duke of Rothesay. And so, the demon was raised in their country home, as their “biological son.” He grew and aged normally, and acted entirely human.. only his father knew of the truth. They each bore the mark of the contract, Aquilla’s on his hand and the Duke’s upon his cheek, concealed by a bandage at all times. The symbol was only visible when the two were close to each other, so his father avoided getting too close, usually having the boy at an arm’s length. So, Aquilla became a mother’s boy, and was thusly spoiled rotten, sheltered from the world’s evils within the warmth of her embrace. As the years passed, he took a liking to literature, and started writing poems and short stories within his journal.. or should I say journals? He amounted more than twenty, within the first year of his newfound passion, much to the dismay of his family. They encouraged him to learn a trade, so he could earn a living while he waited for the title of Duke to fall unto his shoulders, but he blatantly refused, instead secluding himself to his bedroom and doing nothing but write, study, and observe the world through his window. His life was generally insignificant, until he turned fourteen.. then, while he was walking with his mother, a man shoved past the two, causing him to trip and fall into the road. There was a scream, a whir of carriage wheels and thundering hooves, and then nothing. He awoke in a hospital bed, unscathed and confused. His mother, in tears and hugging the everloving shit out of him, explained that a carriage had hit him when he fell, and he had somehow miraculously survived. At this point, his parents told him that God was watching over him.. and that’s what he believed. Now both an aspiring novelist and a devoted Christian, the boy took life as a carefully-painted picture, created for peace and untarnished by evil. He suffered two other near-death experiences within his time (falling off his horse into a ditch, nearly drowning in the Thames), and always emerged without injury, which caused his mother and him to believe that he was being very specifically watched by God.. while his father simply watched on, silent, and knowing fully well of the truth. Over time, his obsession with God and somesuch died out, but he is still a very devote Christian, and has a few Bibles within his home. When he was nineteen, he moved into his parent’s London townhouse, to focus upon his writing career and escape the unsettling quiet of the countryside for a fresher, more chaotic atmosphere in which he could base his literature. It was then, that his mind started acting up.. he could sense evil and spirits, notice bizarre things that no one else did, and his senses seemed more intense than normal people’s. It was entirely bizarre, but the quiet boy kept this to himself, trying not to make any sort of fuss over such things to his companions. However, he has written quite a few poems about the subject, which he stores in a ratty old notebook in his bedroom. So, it all makes sense now, right? Sample Roleplay: Bah! I’m Ezra, yo’. I don’t need no fancy-smancy postin’ thang. I GOTS ME SOME QUALITY ARRPEE LEARNIN’. [/style][style=float: left;] [/style]

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