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Dionysus
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Age: 20
Species: Kage
Force Sensitivity: Adept
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Height: 5'10
Weight: 150lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Silver
Strength:
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Dexterity:
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Stamina:
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Intelligence:
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Wisdom:
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Charisma:
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Behold the child born of dreams: Wrought in silence, clutching a pale blue tongue. Suffocated, stifled of thought and ego. Birthed to fulfill propriety, the prophecy of the isolated. The damned. Where wealth streaks dull over a lusterless page, scribbling in basic to denote the cavernous bowels of intellect, of hunger.
When laid alone, gifted the beauty of lakes whose waters glister as liquid crystal. When bequeathed a crown of holly and thorn, the stinging roots casting blood across a pallid canvas. When steeped in belief and certainty that life's design includes greatness. Only then can Dionysus unfold.
Lofted on a paper machete throne, held in a manner so distinct and holy that others sought to shelter themselves from him, the boy grew into luminescence. Too bright, shining with the flickering warmth of a star hitting the end of its transience. Engulfing all that stood before him. Drowning shadow, a light cast so fiercely that it burned away the very darkness itself. Until shadow became a pooling ooze, an oily thought in the deepest recesses of the mind.
The eunuchs proclaimed his very touch a blessing. Proffering divinity upon a mere graze of the cheek. His birth an omen, written in the skies so foreign to Quarzite, where star-readers and magicians profited from ignorance; his own. Under such tutelage, he was raised. Beneath his mother's watchful gaze, shining as the sapphires and twinkling against the merit of his achievements, of the speed at which he learned. The wisdom he accrued through tutors chartered to instruct him in every worldly matter. The gift of his birth, he would come to know station. To feel that each of his breaths merited worth.
An unforgettable sensation. Take in breath and watch the court hold its own. Lungs burning, hearts pounding with exhilaration. Hanging on the cusp of a word, a phrase. His voice was heavenly. Inspired by the birdsong so caged within his reverent halls. For him, the act of speech came as a measured grasp. Weighing every syllable, waiting on its delivery lest a single misstep shatter that carefully groomed image.
Meticulous. His very existence cared after with the same fervent worship that cast grace into his every motion. The turn of a chin, a finger crooking to the hollow ebb of air. Blinking the gold dust and paint that ashed his eyes, colored him. Dignified him past the empty pallor of his people. Elevated.
Lustful prince of Quarzite's caverns... the fetters of fate bound him to those lakes. Ceased any attempt of passage. Freedom? a dream, the stuff that bore him to this galaxy.
Hunger for it, but never obtain.
Name: Dionysus QuatorzeAge: 20
Species: Kage
Force Sensitivity: Adept
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Height: 5'10
Weight: 150lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Silver
Strength:
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Dexterity:
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Stamina:
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Intelligence:
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Wisdom:
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Charisma:
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Behold the child born of dreams: Wrought in silence, clutching a pale blue tongue. Suffocated, stifled of thought and ego. Birthed to fulfill propriety, the prophecy of the isolated. The damned. Where wealth streaks dull over a lusterless page, scribbling in basic to denote the cavernous bowels of intellect, of hunger.
When laid alone, gifted the beauty of lakes whose waters glister as liquid crystal. When bequeathed a crown of holly and thorn, the stinging roots casting blood across a pallid canvas. When steeped in belief and certainty that life's design includes greatness. Only then can Dionysus unfold.
Lofted on a paper machete throne, held in a manner so distinct and holy that others sought to shelter themselves from him, the boy grew into luminescence. Too bright, shining with the flickering warmth of a star hitting the end of its transience. Engulfing all that stood before him. Drowning shadow, a light cast so fiercely that it burned away the very darkness itself. Until shadow became a pooling ooze, an oily thought in the deepest recesses of the mind.
The eunuchs proclaimed his very touch a blessing. Proffering divinity upon a mere graze of the cheek. His birth an omen, written in the skies so foreign to Quarzite, where star-readers and magicians profited from ignorance; his own. Under such tutelage, he was raised. Beneath his mother's watchful gaze, shining as the sapphires and twinkling against the merit of his achievements, of the speed at which he learned. The wisdom he accrued through tutors chartered to instruct him in every worldly matter. The gift of his birth, he would come to know station. To feel that each of his breaths merited worth.
An unforgettable sensation. Take in breath and watch the court hold its own. Lungs burning, hearts pounding with exhilaration. Hanging on the cusp of a word, a phrase. His voice was heavenly. Inspired by the birdsong so caged within his reverent halls. For him, the act of speech came as a measured grasp. Weighing every syllable, waiting on its delivery lest a single misstep shatter that carefully groomed image.
Meticulous. His very existence cared after with the same fervent worship that cast grace into his every motion. The turn of a chin, a finger crooking to the hollow ebb of air. Blinking the gold dust and paint that ashed his eyes, colored him. Dignified him past the empty pallor of his people. Elevated.
Lustful prince of Quarzite's caverns... the fetters of fate bound him to those lakes. Ceased any attempt of passage. Freedom? a dream, the stuff that bore him to this galaxy.
Hunger for it, but never obtain.
