Basic Information
Full Name: Borisz Fehér Harcos
Nickname: Boz, Chicken, etc.
Name on Identification: Slave #2151891926
Age: 27 (Deceased)
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Sub Species/Breed: "Fallen Angel", "Sinner", "Lucifer's Bird"
Physical Appearance
Body Type: Hard worked, "farmer's boy build". Visible muscle, nothing on the huge and lumbering side. Something offcut from a typical, healthy man.
Physical Details:
Hair: Lost all colour after his self-placed demise.
Eyes: Grey and a little dull, save for the odd crackling of light around each pupil. Both pupils are unreactive to light, remaining in a forever constricted state. Bright lights are not an issue - the dark, however, is an entirely different story.
Skin: Waxy and hypothermic to the touch. Something of a 'cold water bottle' for those heated humid nights. Lips often appear grey to blue, and he has a spot of circulation problems. Can take a pale yellow shade due to lack of liver function.
Wings: 14 foot wingspan. Currently bound and 'clipped' to prevent any airborne acrobatics. Have the occasional tendency to drip clots of blood.
Physical Markings: Purple "bruising" about throat (currently hidden beneath collar), pink scars running the length of the inside of forearms. From wrist to elbow. Inner elbows dotted with pinholes, slight thickening of the skin. Insides of thighs a 'barcode' of scars from groin to knee. Soles of feet are black through settled blood.
Physical Drawbacks: Lack of circulation leads to the occasional loss of extremities. High adrenalin activities required now and then to force those clots out of place. Too much lounging around leads to decay - and he starts to stink.
Current Infliction(s): Lack of energy due to sitting around.
Physical Defenses: Any typical human defense - punching, kicking, biting, pinching...
Appealing Attributes: Pretty quiet and does know how to follow an order. Forever keen to learn, even about himself. However, he does have the tendency to enjoy the darker side of life, and tries to coax and goad those around him to sin.
Clothing: A pair of linen, drawstring pants. A little baggy, and a little grubby, but they keep him decent.
Other Items: A violin, which he can be requested to play - Need to state when renting.
Behavior
Feral or Cultured: Cultured. He knows his manners.
Phobias: The scent of rotting wood and dirt, as well as very confined spaces. It causes palpitations.
Disorders: He has the undying need to sin. This could lead to behavioral problems whilst in a public setting. He tends to become a bad influence to other slaves and finds a thrill in a chase. He can drop into depression when he is questioned on his scarring, and he can sometimes be heard uttering to those voices, telling him to swing away from the rules. Could be deemed as schizophrenic, perhaps even considered as suffering from Tourettes, but he just has links to the other side...
How do they present themselves: A little aloof, and sometimes he appears to be more suited to a straight-jacket. But he means well, and endeavors to get out of the pen on as many occasions as possible.
Feelings towards being owned / rented: Curious.
Overall Attitude: A bit of a charmer, tries to get his own way a lot. And can come across as completely nuts.
Quirks: He has conversations with the dead on a regular basis.
Hobbies / Interests: Playing the violin, writing sheet music, brawling, the opposite sex, those like him, books, fairytale stories, ghost stories, pirates, wood carving, furniture building.
High or Low Maintenance: Medium. He needs the occasional scare to knock his body into gear.
Diet / Allergies: Does not need to eat. Anything he does sits and rots in his stomach, giving him disgusting smelling gas.
Abilities
Language(s) Spoken: Hungarian and common.
Can they Read / Write: Yes, in both languages.
Can your character produce magic: Magical music..? He can talk with the dead, not considered magical. Just a little creepy.
Talents / Skills:
Violin Playing: Expert
Dancing: Rookie
Wood carving / Furniture / Woodwork: Practiced. More of a hobby, than a skill.
Fighting: Novice. He knows how to punch and kick. But give him a sword and he'll be lost.
Singing: Expert.
Holding a Séance?: Devilishly good.
Animal handling: Expert
Crop rotation & harvest: Expert
Training: Little, to none. Completely new to slavery, worked as a farm-hand before.
Other
Previous Owners: None.
Previous Usage(s): Farmhand.
Previous status: Free, employed, alive.
For Rent or to Own: Ownership will be decided on successful rentals.
Cost: 5
per rental. 95 to own.OOC Info/Notes
Availability: Around 12-6FST weekdays, longer at the weekend.
What are you looking for in a slave / slaver Roleplay: Development, training, storyline, twists, interaction. No preference on sex/orientation/species/mannerism of slaver, either, just keep in mind, he can be a handful.
What are your allowances for your character: Anything extreme, just discuss it with me. Otherwise, go ahead.
Long Term/Short Term: Either are fine. Ownership is preferably longer term.
General Information
Character Description:[iIt's always the quiet ones...[/i] Hard-muscled lad gave away nothing but stoic glances. Narrow-lidded glares forever hooded over grey, expressionless eyes. Pupils were unreactive to light, of which seemed to burn about the inner iris in a microscopic fizzle. Hair had been drained of all pigment, short over forehead sweating with the sickness. Halo had been snapped about his throat instead of hovering up above, his robes had been torn for something less appealing and wings began to ooze with clotted, black blood, staining the feathers like the plague. Skin appeared malnourished, pale with a silver sheen over the scars which came from his death. Poor angel seemed to have slipped from his cloud, and straight into the chained bonds which came from the lap of slavery.
Website: In progress.
Images: In Furcadia description.
Contact Details: Whisper Borisz, Aethiops or Broot.
Notes: Thank you for reading this far
