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9/25 used spirit talisman for update
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"And so my hunt begins."
✦ [ B A S I C • I N F O ]
Name: Altair
Age: 714 (24)
Gender: Demi-male (He/They)
Species: Empyreal | Spirit of Hunt
Height: 6'0'' | 182cm - 6'3'' Spirit form
Weight: 180lb | 81kg - 190lb Spirit form
Birthdate: Autumn 25th
Occupation: Bounty hunter
"Needless violence is something only the brainless do...and you're supposed to be smart, right?"
✦ [ P E R S O N A L • I N F O ]
PERSONALITY:
Type: ENTJ | Enneagram: 4w5 | Arcana: Judgement
+ [ Debonair | Versatile | Observant/Perceptive | Diligent ]
= [ Tenacious | Flippant | Ambitious | Frank ]
− [ Temperamental | Materialistic | Critical | Proud | Resentful ]
Altair carries himself with the airs of confidence and frivolity, an open-minded young man who is both intimidating to approach but also easy to brush up conversation with. This is true on all accounts, as this spirit avoids mincing his words to the point they can be overtly sharp or critical - quick to voice his thoughts when something or someone has done something he finds wrong. That is due to the fact he is actually a meticulous character by nature, his outwardly relaxed demeanor a ruse that belies his tendencies to always want to understand, control, and remedy a situation. He wants to be able to read between the lines, catch the finer details, and always give himself the upper hand. When he is tasked with a job, he always wants to do it right, better, perfect - and he will find the means to get it done.
This spirit of the hunt relies on tact, intellect, and persistence whenever he sets a plan in motion, be that actively attempting to track or capture a target or even in mundane situations. He is determined and dedicated, feeling most alive during the heat of pursuit. It's a stimulating challenge for him, releasing a fraction of the deep-seated fervent emotions he keeps buried inside. Because as he conveys himself as a "relaxed" individual, there are times this passionate and almost defensive nature of Altair betrays him - he can become moody and hot-headed when pushed into a corner; typically when he is feeling vulnerable or insecure (like after a defeat or failure). Even though he is a confident spirit, this perfectionism and methodical nature can sometimes work against him, the spirit's constant need to meet expectations can deter him with self doubt. Especially considering his namesake, Altair is surprisingly sensitive at heart but will always mask these "weaknesses" as best he can, and anyone who ridicules him or makes a mockery of that he will make certain they're proven wrong.
When it comes down to it, Altair is charismatic enough to get along with once one looks past his jagged edges. He is curt but he is honest; he is teasing, but he is empathetic; he is cunning, but he is good-hearted. Born from the throes of famine and depressions, Altair will always support another in need even if he grimaces when he does so - he has a soft spot for the underestimated, for the helpless, and forgoing the subject of duty he appreciates a casual, light-hearted lifestyle where all might enjoy the finer things in life. Like the spirit he was born to be, he seeks to aid others from adversity, and if his only purpose is tracking down and decimating the root of it - then he was rightfully made for this.
BIOGRAPHY:
It begins during one of the darkest times, when most of history is lost within tattered and torn pages. Early years when humans boasted suits made of leather and iron, frayed wool and cotton, and hid behind their walls of wood and stone. They were ruled by a monarchy then, fueled by their need to survive, greed, and barbarity. The humans in this time period were caught up within their own battles, to stake their claims to iron thrones and conquer kingdoms. Yet ultimately the actions of the crown have little regard for those classes beneath them, even the nobility suffered and the common folk likely perished. It was not long after till fever, hunger, and even death began wreaking these kingdoms, and stricken by their loss of hope till their limbs were but skin and bone, the humans would begin to pray for a god that might answer.
During a starless night a lone commoner forages through a gnarled woodland, his eyes glazed, his movements staggered and heavy. Starving - he was starving, much like the rest of his family and even his neighbors. The Black Death had scourged thousands of miles across the earth but some yet live, and they pray to continue living as futile as it seems. He was lost and found no food, he was likely to just wither and die here, wasn't he? A feeble and weak wish for sustenance and a light in the darkness seemed so unlikely. Yet it is then that the smallest wish began growing into something more sentient - the gatherings of the weakest of hearts that still yearn for a way out. A single star began to gleam within the darkness, and it catches the starving hunter's attention. Its ray was so thin yet potent, pointedly aimed in a particular direction of the forest. They say if you find the northernmost star, you may be able to read directions, but without any other option the human followed the starlight, until it finally led him to his mark like a gift from the heavens.
He finds a single large stag and swears he's hallucinating, not only skeptical he has finally found food but also because he sees a bright yellow arrow glimmering from the downed creature's neck. The shaft glitters with an ethereal-like ray, but eventually fades, and a feeling of remorse begins to fill the air. The hunter would glance around the woods as he thanked the gods for this gift, and beneath a canopy of trees he catches the unwavering gaze of a hooded silhouette. The figure watches for a few more lingering moments, and then drifts away. Once the spirit is gone, the hunter claims the gift, and follows the trail of those same strange arrows lodged into trees as if they marked the way back. The realization and situation was strange and reeling, but the presence of the spirit radiated sympathy and condolences. As the hunter breaches and emerges from the grove, he stares at his kingdom and then back at the forest. Whatever that thing or person was, they had his and his family's gratitude.
So then had word of a mysterious being turned from a superstitious rumor into something a little more. The grove the spirit dwelled in was dangerous but thriving, if only because most humans who travel there constantly lose their way. It was a fortunate thing really, the depressions of the peril wreaking the city was like a poison to the spirit. Try as he liked and he loved observing, it was suffocating to dwell amongst the humans festering negativity for too long, even if the spirit pitied them greatly. So travelers and hunters that were hungry and desperate for respite began to slowly frequent the spirit's grove - small in number at first, in which case he did not mind leading them to a rabbit or two. Sometimes he'd lead them to fish in a stream that wasn't there before, or a bush of berries and nuts tuckered down beneath a tree. It seemed the spirit knew most if not where every creature or entity in this forest was lurking. Every time a desperate soul came traversing into its woods, the spirit would know, and they would inconspicuously guide these lost souls to some source of food as if to test their mettle. After all, the wild was not a tool for humans to reap and sow to its bare roots. The spirit would grant them guidance and reward if they successfully found it, and in these trying times any boon was practically a godsend.
They called the spirit Altair, named after the bright star it made its first appearance with. A light in these dark ages to guide and aid humans in need. Only few have caught glimpses of them but they describe them as a hooded figure armed with a bow - a hunter that lives isolated within the grove is what most people believe. His days since his creation were very much the same after; he overseers the hunting cycle and never gives more than necessary, and never too much to fuel his followers' greed. The wild was something to respect and live in harmony with, and as the years come and go Altair watched contentedly as the humans steeled through their plagues and their wars - better and smarter than they were before.
The forest was quiet for a very long time, and for a while very few came to visit him. Yet usually he would hear a prayer of thanks and wishes of good fortune from a common hunter. He may not have had shrines or worshipers devoted to him, but nature was boundless and humans were not the only animals that walked and hunted among them.
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A century passes and life among the wilderness is quiet. Though existence is actually more stimulating as Altair finds this new age more exhilarating and easy to breathe in - a cultural and artistic booming and growth that spread like wildfire within this human city. Following the dark ages he can actually engage and visit his neighboring humans, and even if they don't know what he is, it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy their company. Surveying goods and listening into conversations, gazing in awe as humans ingeniously pieced together contraptions he has never seen nor heard of before. The embellishing allure of music and the scents and sights of food all enraptured him and - oh, so perhaps this was what hunger and desire felt like. The spirit enjoyed his time with the humans, mingling among them as if he too were human, and sometimes - Aevumis too, not the regular wild animals he lived with. The spirits of the Goddess were far more chatty and engaging, and they began interacting with them as well. Some of them found the aspect of his spirit a little frightening, but Altair assured them that culling is not a sport that he engages in, and he would sooner stick his arrow in his own eye than harm the Goddess's beloved Aevumis. For a time, peace was reality.
Until the moment the humans started to forget him. The change happened gradually, people he had day by day called friend and acquaintance had slowly started to disregard things. Eventually, they stopped calling his name, misheard his words, before finally blatantly ignoring him. The spirit was horror-stricken, confused, too baffled by the sudden chain of events to realize that the Aevumis that he had also once met in this city seemed to disappear as well. It escalated to a point the spirit would stand alone in the midst of a flooding crowd and yet, nobody would spare a glance in his direction. Nobody would care to avoid brushing shoulders with him or collide with his body. Altair gawked and attempted wrapping his head around things, til he felt a strange familiar presence skulking about.
Negativity. Depression. Bad things and venomous whispers began reminding him so much of a war and epidemic he thought they long grew out of. The moment the Spirit of Hunt caught wind of this new threat, he brandished his bow and took aim. A single bad spirit was nothing to write home about, but Altair was in a large city, and before he knew it his senses flared once the existence of these depraved creatures multiplied in number. They infested much like the old plague and he found it was no longer safe for him alone to linger nor defend here. It was a lesson in humility really, reminding the spirit of the extent of his usefulness. With a heavy heart and dwindling pride, he fled the human city and back into his safe haven, the wilderness where he did his best to protect the animals that lived there. Strategically, Altair would hunt down and vanquish these spirits one by one, keeping true to his title it brought forth a feeling in which he thrived.
But it was not enough. He was not good enough, not powerful enough, and it wasn't smart of him to continue single-handedly hunting down Maero even if age was nothing to him. No, Altair thought he was meant for something more, and he believed he could do more not by himself -- but with the aid of those he knew were higher than him. The Spirit of the Hunt answered the call of the Goddess, made his way to Empyrean Aevum, and from this point forward his hunt begins again. Only this time, there was little consequence over the suppression of Maero, and he feels much less remorse too.
"I'll never take my eyes off of you."
✦ [ B A T T L E ]
Bond || Sephora Blois
Power || Hunter's Mark: Altair may pick a target he sees out of a crowd, memorizing and accustoming himself to their appearance, bearings, smell, energy -- he is then able to sense and/or physically track the whereabouts and traces of this target for a period of time no matter where they go. The farther the weaker this sense, but with this ability Altair has better perception as opposed to a normal spirit, and is much more adept at pursuing a target so long as their tracks don't abruptly "vanish" to a faraway distance or the magic of his mark runs out. Target takes increased damage.
Rank || 2
Weapon form || A recurve bow that shoots spirit arrows
Spirit form || Alongside his human-like hunter form, he boasts a hulking giant wolf meant to represent a more bestial form of hunt
✦ [ E X T R A S ]
Likes || space/moon/stars, the wild/outdoors, pampering himself (cosmetics), modern trendy clothing, challenges (especially that of pursuits), winning, cuddly animals (Aevumis but only in their animal forms), material possessions
Dislikes || defeat or failure, when he disappoints himself, messy execution, trapped or bound, not knowing or understanding something, dampened spirits, people handling his things|intruding without his permission, Maero, bonds
Notable physical traits || Fair, earthy skin tone, soft and smooth due to cosmetics. Hair is wavy and unruly, shorter on the front but the back of it is thin and long - falling to their lower back which he keeps tied in a loose braid. His nails are sharp and filed, canines like small fangs. He has a gold naval piercing. Altair's spirit form adopts animal-like characteristics due to his affinity to the wild. His tattoos appear and his hair grows longer
Trivia
- Perfectionist, puts a lot of hard work into what he does but doesn't want people to know that
he's mr. cool guy
- He is adept in all kinds of bows and archery, dating back to the long bow in the Dark Ages, to crossbows, to the Compound bow. His weapon form is strictly a recurve bow, as it is traditional and feels the most effective
- He has a high interest in human nature and society, actively engaging in social media and frequenting the internet when he can. Though originally an old spirit, this technological and colorful age is his favorite century and he is quick to adapt
- When he gets very absorbed into something, he can get obsessed with it, having a tendency to forgo other tasks
- He has a flavor for things deep, intense, and unknown, almost as if he's trying to be poetic, outwardly, or edgy (most likely spending too much time reading into things on the internet). His manner of speech is mainly informal, however
- He doesn't need to eat or drink but damn does he love it - he'll eat mostly anything, but is partial to anything overly elaborate and sophisticated
- Loves POSSESSIONS, clothes, offerings, pretty things, toys, knickknacks, anything he finds aesthetically pleasing he wants it
- He's surprisingly good at singing
- He is first and foremost an outdoorsman, doesn't like staying indoors or in one place for too long (unless he's currently obsessed with a task)
- Even in his off time he tends to keep little tools like string, swiss-army tool, fishing line, or a knife on him - always prepared in case of attack (he also likes the aesthetic of combat attire). Also a nail filer - absolutely a nail filer and clipper
- He is named and born after the brightest star in the constellation Aquila, of the summer triangle, visible during summer and late autumn
- He is born during the Middle ages, during the Hundred Year's war and before the Black Death, due to poverty, plague, and famine flourishing
- He has had very few Aevumis partners, as most are scared of his title, but those he bonded with he bonded with till old age (or mutual breaking because bad chemistry; he didn't get along with most potentials). He treats most of his recent bonds like business relationships; retaining some bitterness towards the concept of greater power relying solely in another individual (i.e. he has trust issues)
- the best at hide and seek
- Ambidextrous, both eyes dominant; can wield bow in either hand
Heartchart: docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…
✦ [ R O L E P L A Y - S T A T U S ]
Status: open
Ways of Contact: discord
Style: 3rd person lit; but mainly hcs
Timezone: CST; I work and procrastinate so hallelujah
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Comments: 23
KDKCKD HEHEHE he probably reacts the same way too
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dabs my eyes with a cloth just when u thought he couldnt get more beautiful he can
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Awe goldie idndt know u felt thag away bout me hert heart
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His evil lil smirk. THE ABS PEEKIN' FROM HIS CROP TOP? Boy.
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gritty, grounded spirit Altair /// quietly love that he's into cosmetics despite looking like a hardcore hunter !! holds his perfect face and ... nails
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OFF DUTY AND ON DUTY!
highkey just an excuse to slap pretty clothes and nails on someone... LIFTS U UP THO
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it will! everything for their hair
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