Post by SNOW MOLDOVAN on May 15, 2011 8:12:13 GMT 1
TYR SNOW MOLDOVAN
[/color]of the bethmoora clan. [/color]
[/center]CLASSIFIED INFORMATION[/color]
"And your name is... oh, dear." -Nuala. [/color]
»»FULL NAME:[/b] Tyr Snow Moldovan
»»AGE:[/b] 224: Born on 1784 July 17
»»OCCUPATION:[/b]
»»FACTION:[/b] Bethmoora Clan
»»SPECIES : [/b] Half Elf
»»ALIGNMENT:[/b] Neutral
»»CLASSIFICATION: [/b] Mortal
»»ABILITY: [/b] Empath/Restoration
- - -Strength: Snow, like most half elves, experiences heightened empathy and is in tune with his environment. He isn't blessed with the ability to bend the elements, but he can restore life to the earth when required.
- - -Drawbacks: His empathy only works with those near him physically, and unlike other elves, he has no immunity to the elements.
THE DETAILS[/color]
"Give it up nasty, we can see you." -Hellboy. [/color]
»»EYE COLOR:[/b] Pale Blue
»»HAIR COLOR:[/b] Blond
»»HEIGHT:[/b] 6'3”
»»PLAY BY:[/b] Sergei Yalovitsky
»»APPEARANCE: [/b]
Naturally standing at approximately 6'3”, his pointed ears are the only hints of anything unnatural about his mostly human appearance. He has naturally blond, closer to white hair, which he tries to keep short. His hair, however, has one dire flaw: A mullet that reappears when his hair is not maintained and cut frequently. Though the battle never seems to end, the mullet continues to prevail, it's persistence making his mullet the victor more often than not. He has pale blue eyes, which are quite notable and set him apart from the rest of his kind, who are generally known for their golden eyes. He is rarely spotted without a smile, and is easily defined as being approachable, even when in the foulest of moods.
As for style, Snow insists on wearing a set of biker gloves, to go along with his slacks and t-shirts, and normally his white trench coat. He travels with a violin, that was gifted down to him from his father. The violin case is decorated with the Royal Seal of Bethmoora, as it was a gift to his father from King Balor prior to his birth by a few thousand years. He also carries a bag, and a laptop, in which he uses to research various elements. Though his style maybe questionable, he wears only what feels right to him. He seems to enjoy whites, and lighter colors.
»»PERSONALITY: [/b]
While most half-breeds do not have the ability to influence the elements, he seems to have inherited the ability to wield fire and earth, though not quite to his full potential. Though he cannot use the elements, he finds that influencing the spirit is something he is capable of, making him stronger, and a better defense for those close to him. He also is a healer by nature, because of his ability to influence spirit, or ectoplasm.
He has an unrivaled fondness for music. He plays a wide array of instruments, mostly classical. Such as a violin, a harp, a piano, and he sings. He could play the guitar, though feels it is an effortless instrument to play, and does not do it frequently, for when he does, he misses the challenge.
Snow loves the memories of his life, both good and the bad. He often takes time to think about them, reflect on them, and remember the past. It isn't his best attribute, but the past is important to him. He adores the moon, when it shines red. There is something simply amazing about the phenomenon that seldom takes place in the night sky. When the moon is red, he spends much more time outside. He loves all of his friends, and adores them all for touching his life in various ways. Even more importantly to him, though, are the true friends he's had in his life since day one. He loves being up late at night, thunder storms, and people who can accept him as he is without any further questions.
Snow is a early riser, but he hates the early mornings when they follow a late night. Snow loves to stay up late, and when he is expected to rise early, he cannot enjoy the night as he would like to. Snow cannot stand the insensitive people of the world, who refuse to attempt to understand. He is his own worst enemy and he honestly dislikes his own insecurity more than almost anything else on the face of the planet. He dislikes abuse. Whether it be physical, mental, sexual, emotional, or verbal. People who assume they know him, when they really don't.
Snow is a precocious individual, though not always the most agreeable. He is easily characterized by seemingly advanced development and mental maturity. He adapts to his environment easily, in most scenarios. He has learned through his father, and the ways of the world around him, though remains mostly naive about the art of subtlety and deception. Just because he's good at it doesn't mean he uses it often. He defines himself as a liberal and has not limited himself to traditional, or authoritarian attitudes. He is free from bigotry.
He isn't all roses and rainbows, however. Snow suffers from what he likes to call a 'personality disorder' of being stubborn and headstrong. He is habitually disposed to disobedience and opposition. He is sometimes self-centered and self-indulgent, though this is actually rare, since he loves helping others. He is indiscreet and often gives away too much information, and is often careless with what he does know to people that are close to him. He would never betray secrets to those he cannot trust. Even being mature, he has his shortcomings.
His largest pet peeve is confusion. Or by his definition: not being able to understand anything, even himself and his own feelings. Other pet peeves include the classifications about people that are made based on what they wear, or the music they listen to. He loathes cheating in relationships. Betrayal. A more petty peeve is that he dislikes it when he finally gets to sleep then someone in his contacts list decides to be obnoxious and calls him, waking him up. The only real fear he has is betrayal by those close to him, or broken promises. Even further he is bothered by the question of which world he belongs to.
THE BACKGROUND[/color]
"I'm not a baby, I'm a tumor." -Tumor. [/color]
»»FAMILY TREE:[/b] Mother - Meta Eriksson-Moldovan - Human [Deceased]
Father - Forendir Moldovan - Elf
Aunt (Mothers side) - Sophie London - Human [Deceased]
Uncle (Married in) - James London - Human [Deceased]
Grandmother (Fathers side) - Amarie Moldovan - Elf [Deceased]
Grandfather (Fathers side) - Fahlin Moldovan - Elf
»»IDOLS:[/b] The royal family, particularly Prince Nuada, mostly due to his fascination of the prince from myths and fairy tales he was raised on. Nuada was Snow's childhood hero.
»»HISTORY: [/b]
Snow was born and raised in the underground Troll Market on 1784 July 17. The half-elf was given the name Tyr Snow Moldovan. His elven father, Forendir, had chosen his first name, while he took the middle name chosen by his mother. His mother who believed that because Snow was only half elf, that he would prove to be more fragile than his brothers in arms, the brothers of the world he would grow to know. His elven brothers. He always refused the name Tyr, as he was very fond of his mother when she was alive, and took on the name she had chosen for him without question.
He was raised as most of his kind, to stay to the underground, which would originally have been the forests if the humans hadn't destroyed the world that was promised to them. There was one small problem with their logic though, the problem being that Snow still remained half-human. He did not believe that his mother's ancestors could be so destructive, especially having met his Aunt Sophie once before her death, as well as her loving husband James. He led a sheltered life, away from the dangers and deceptions of the human world, and his mother had given up most of her human attributes to reside with his father in the underground.
The relationship that his father and mother had was viewed as highly controversial. For Forendir was a elf who was around since the first war of man. Forendir had also served as an advisor to Prince Nuada in the times of peace. Time had gone by, the trees that were once green were not but memories. His human mother, Meta Eriksson-Moldovan had taught him many things in their short time together. She had been surprised with his learning rate, and advanced maturity and intelligence. She taught him to read and write at an early age, leaving him her library, though very small in number the books were also very rare. She also taught him to sing and play the violin, and he had always been musically gifted, a blessing from his mothers side, and never hesitated when the opportunity to use it presented itself. As a half Fae, the music he was taught to play could lift, or dampen, the spirits of those around him. Though it was unexplainable, he always assumed it had something to do with the white, subtle, and pure magic that seemed to surround his family.
On the other hand, his mother was a horrible cook, and they always knew when dinner was done based off of the magical smoke detectors alone. They didn't use human smoke detectors, most of the underground resented human technology. Though, with enough griping from his mother, his father had created a trinket, with Snow's help, to keep in every room of their small house. This trinket would spin and siren every time there was smoke. Of course it was finicky, should their baths be too hot, the trinket would alert the entire underground.
The violin he wields is a gift to his father from the royal family. King Balor to be more specific. It was ageless, upon the neck there was a beautiful silver and green inscription magically decorating the instrument in the form of Yggdrasil, also known as the life tree. The very tree that had been the origins of his fathers birth. He carries two bows, one is newer, as the other is the pair to his violin with heavy use by both his mother and his father. He dare not harm it with well worn age.
Like most boys, the half elf had learned to fight, and had trained in the Fae court. He was trained in two fields because of his unique ability to influence the spirit. He had been trained to be a defensive sentinel, with a strength in wielding staffs, and healing/protective magics, and practice. He always looked up to Prince Nuada based on the stories alone, though feared the Prince's wrath as it was said his hatred for humans was undeniable. Nuada had been a hero of Snow's since he was younger, since his father had told him all the lore based on the elves, including how they came to live underground, how Nuada had gone into exile promising to one day return. Snow always wondered when that day would come.
For hundreds of years, Snow lived beneath the world above, fearing he would not be able to make it on his own, but times had changed, and so had he. Having learned to defend himself, and to fight, as well as the laws of the world above, Snow left his family with not even a goodbye. It wasn't because he didn't love them, but because he knew they wouldn't approve. Like his father, his mother had believed in the ways of the Fae court, and as a half elf, he was to obey the court as well. Though, his stubbornness made him want to know what the other half of his world was like.
THE PLAYER[/color]
"I can't smile without you...." -Abe & Hellboy. [/color]
»»YOUR NAME:[/b] Snow
»»GENDER:[/b] Male
»»AGE:[/b] 24
»»TITLE:[/b] lilium inter spinas
»»POST SAMPLE:[/b]
There was something both conjuring and clairvoyant about this night. Furthermore, there was even something alluring about this woman. Even sheltered, Snow was able to recognize there was something different about Bea. The first thing he had noticed about her was the nearly musical feel her voice had, as it first resonated around him. A man would have to be blind to have missed the enchanting appearance this Bea was blessed with. Are all humans so appealing? He wondered to himself. He wasn't made to wonder long, as her captivating voice called his attention once again. There was a notably influencing factor in her voice, that he took notice of. Something that felt as if she was drawing him to her, though the idea in itself was preposterous.
He smiled and hopped down from his ledge, opening his ancient violin case to secure his bow inside. Inside the case there was a spare bow, one that was a different color than the one in his hand. The bow he held was a cherry color, with a slightly red tinge, newer. Though the strings were composed of unicorn hair, something that would go unnoticed by someone not from the mythical world. The spare bow on the other hand, was a dark ashen color, worn with years of age, it had been his mothers. His human mothers over 200 years ago. And it had been his fathers before it was made hers. He dared not play with it less it be damaged even further with good wear and age.
He was surprised that Bea had known the song at all. He raised a brow, and held his tongue, fighting the words 'I thought it was elven rooted' from his lips. Then she extended her name in return, which made him smile just. Her name was musical as well. Perhaps everything was musical this night. "Bea." He mused, allowing his pale blue eyes to study her expressions momentarily. He would have to react to body language as well, he reminded himself. Moving his hands casually he stated, "I'm surprised you've heard of it, actually. Not enough people have an appreciation for that sort of sound anymore, which is rather unfortunate." His voice was less shaken and more sure now, though his confidence remained forced. It was among his first over-worldly interactions.
" So, where'd you learn to play like that?"
Snow's eyes widened. What to answer. Should he answer the truth a human would label him insane and off the crazy bin he'd go. Or did the Fae Court refer to this house made of nuts as the Loony bin? Or was it simply the Loo? The young man furrowed his brow lost in thought, unable to recall a simple term then remembered he had been questioned. He laughed nervously. "I apologize, Miss. It would seem I am unable to recall the name of the place in which I studied." He lied. The truth was some secrets were better unspoken. Fidgeting around inside his violin case, he pulled out a cloth to clean his instrument. He glossed over the seal of Bethmoora which was seemingly engraved into his violin in a silver strand. And his cloth moved to clean the neck of the violin, in which had somehow had Yggdrasil engraved beneath the strings without harming the neck. He wondered every time he cleaned it how much care had gone into crafting such an instrument. "Thinking back, I believe it was a long time ago." He mused, remembering just how he had come to learn the violin as he slid it into his case and carefully closed it.
He didn't expect that Bea would enjoy an encore, it was only polite to devote ones attention to their companions. Since Snow had none, he would start here. "Actually." He corrected. "My mother taught me how to play at first, but I can't remember the names of all the instructors I must have been passed through." He answered with a smile. The sad truth was with his past he had outlived all of his instructors to date, and had a total of 4. "Do you play an instrument? You seem to have a love for music, if you were able to recognize the song so easily." He asked, wearing a sincere smile. Snow nearly always smiled, surprisingly the majority of his smiles were sincere.
He smiled and hopped down from his ledge, opening his ancient violin case to secure his bow inside. Inside the case there was a spare bow, one that was a different color than the one in his hand. The bow he held was a cherry color, with a slightly red tinge, newer. Though the strings were composed of unicorn hair, something that would go unnoticed by someone not from the mythical world. The spare bow on the other hand, was a dark ashen color, worn with years of age, it had been his mothers. His human mothers over 200 years ago. And it had been his fathers before it was made hers. He dared not play with it less it be damaged even further with good wear and age.
He was surprised that Bea had known the song at all. He raised a brow, and held his tongue, fighting the words 'I thought it was elven rooted' from his lips. Then she extended her name in return, which made him smile just. Her name was musical as well. Perhaps everything was musical this night. "Bea." He mused, allowing his pale blue eyes to study her expressions momentarily. He would have to react to body language as well, he reminded himself. Moving his hands casually he stated, "I'm surprised you've heard of it, actually. Not enough people have an appreciation for that sort of sound anymore, which is rather unfortunate." His voice was less shaken and more sure now, though his confidence remained forced. It was among his first over-worldly interactions.
" So, where'd you learn to play like that?"
Snow's eyes widened. What to answer. Should he answer the truth a human would label him insane and off the crazy bin he'd go. Or did the Fae Court refer to this house made of nuts as the Loony bin? Or was it simply the Loo? The young man furrowed his brow lost in thought, unable to recall a simple term then remembered he had been questioned. He laughed nervously. "I apologize, Miss. It would seem I am unable to recall the name of the place in which I studied." He lied. The truth was some secrets were better unspoken. Fidgeting around inside his violin case, he pulled out a cloth to clean his instrument. He glossed over the seal of Bethmoora which was seemingly engraved into his violin in a silver strand. And his cloth moved to clean the neck of the violin, in which had somehow had Yggdrasil engraved beneath the strings without harming the neck. He wondered every time he cleaned it how much care had gone into crafting such an instrument. "Thinking back, I believe it was a long time ago." He mused, remembering just how he had come to learn the violin as he slid it into his case and carefully closed it.
He didn't expect that Bea would enjoy an encore, it was only polite to devote ones attention to their companions. Since Snow had none, he would start here. "Actually." He corrected. "My mother taught me how to play at first, but I can't remember the names of all the instructors I must have been passed through." He answered with a smile. The sad truth was with his past he had outlived all of his instructors to date, and had a total of 4. "Do you play an instrument? You seem to have a love for music, if you were able to recognize the song so easily." He asked, wearing a sincere smile. Snow nearly always smiled, surprisingly the majority of his smiles were sincere.
