Posts by feynriel

CURRENT ALIAS Nagi Harith.

— name meaning;; derived from the arabic name, نجيّ: "intimate friend" | from the arabic حارث: "plowman, cultivator"

— nickname(s);; there is power in one's name, thus, nagi safely guards his to keep himself unbound and unrestrained, with the only individuals who knew of it long gone. thus, he tends to keep a different name. nowadays, he's usually called out as 'the guy with the stick up his a--' or 'naggy'. unfortunately, most of them are derogatory and meant to be insulting. at most, he just finds such as vulgar.

AGE Much older than he looks, obviously, but let's not get into the specifics of his actual age, for yours and his sake.

— date of birth;; Birthdays start to become obsolete for ancient individuals such as himself, but if one insists, he usually just answers ANSWER for posterity's sake.

GENDER Cisgender masculine.

SEXUALITY There was a time in his life that he had believed himself to swing strictly for the opposite sex. Now that he's a lot older, that is a time that will never come again. [Pansexual Demiromantic.]

SPECIES Qilin, Kirin, Gilen; his kind have been associated with different names, depending on their land of origin. To Nagi, it doesn't really matter what one chooses to refer to him as.

RANK Advisor to the Prince of the Other Kingdom, Altair

— clan of birth;; Originally from a small enclosure separate from outside forces. Eventually, he chose to migrate and settle with the homeland of Prince Altair.

PERSONALITY With a diverse variety of experiences under his belt, it becomes difficult to truly become all that affected by events, no? And to a degree, this is true for the tranquil Nagi, though it's only to an external degree. Despite his serene stability and enigmatically equable smiles, however, the myriad of white hairs that have sprouted upon his head of raven hair argue against his claims to composure.

He's an individual of partially phlegmatic propensities, with a preference for pacifism and peace. Thus, he's rarely one to take a side in any argument, opting instead for a neutral alignment, which can, in some cases, be irritating, what with his indecision. However, his lack of initiative stops here. In general, Nagi is a man of action, and incredibly industrious, with strong ideals and a lawful willingness to accomplish his obligations. Even if he has all the time in the world, events are limited and can't last forever, so he's one to take joys in every new piece of wisdom he can attain in his lifetime until his self-imposed eternal rest. To him, however, it's the journey, not the finish line, that matters most to him, so he's one to take the long but rewarding route as opposed to taking the quick and lucrative one.

It's this conscious choice of his that has made his existence all the more meaningful, in his opinion.

However, despite his self-assuredness and maturity, he's, more often than not, the butt of his colleague's jokes. As he's the type of man that can't stand still or allow himself to relax, he takes a whole lot of things far too seriously than he should and, as it stands, is incredibly gullible and susceptible when it comes to social situations. Often the one to play the straight-man in the merry trio, Nagi has become a common target, especially considering how easily he 'blushes', (though it's really just that he's sensitive to heat and sweat real easily.

— positive traits;; calming ;; hardworking ;; responsible

— neutral traits;; action-oriented ;; pacifistic ;; serious

— negative traits;; naive ;; too trusting ;; worrisome

APPEARANCE

— alternate form;; x

— choice of clothing;; Wearing his traditional clothing would be over-kill in a country as blistering as the kingdom Nagi currently resides in. He's extremely sensitive to heat and turns red rather easily, thus, he usually wears thin layers of clothing that covers his whole body. With the cooler weather of Uluwen, he is currently enjoying the vacation time he has, preferring to wear his suits and dress shirts more than anything.

— accessories;; He's rather light on accessories, limiting it to a number of two-three per day. By default, he's almost always seen wearing his only pair of earrings, which was a gift from his lover that was enchanted to last as long as he would. Aside from that. there's also his special bead bracelets, one created by the Akemi of the past, and the other created by Aqil, both of which remain unweathered by time thanks to enchantments.

POWERS 

» Kirin Physiology

— His decades of training has earned him an exceptional control when it comes to shapeshifting, with the ability to display and mix between his human and Qilin form to any degree,

— Aside from his mastery over his shapeshifting, he also possesses the natural skill to walk across the air or water, though it's not to a significant degree unless he completely shifts into his Qilin form.

— Throughout all hours of the day, Nagi exudes hearth-like warmth thanks to his affinity to the element. Naturally, he is also able to breath out fire, should he wish to.

— However, while he is capable of defending himself, Nagi is bound to an oath that he cannot harm others, unless they truly wish him harm or if they attack first. Luckily, his high agility and speed are usually enough to avoid such confrontational situations.

RELATIONSHIPS

» Akemi — His eldest daughter, and as much as he loves her dearly, they're estranged to one another, ever since the death of his wife. As much as he loves her, he knows that he has done something wrong against her, and wishes to repair their relationship. If only he could find her, that is.

» Aqil Harith — To Nagi, the young child is simply Hassan. To everyone else, he assumes Aqil. Like his father, he is a Qilin, and the one closest to Nagi's heart. As of the moment, he's staying with a close friend back in the desert kingdom from which they had arrived as an envoy from.

» Open for plotting anything.

» To be developed.

OTHER meh

POSSIBLE PLOTS neet

✦ It would have been better to have asked for an explanation back when he had a solid seat to slip down into, definitely. At her explanation, Yarrow could feel his knees nearly buckle underneath him in light of the situation back at the forest.

Still, if this was his reaction, how much more worse had it been for Mneme? That thought strengthens him as he straightens himself up and firmly pats her shoulder before withdrawing himself, just in case she wasn't comfortable with such.

Regardless of his personal worries and concerns on such, his first thought was this: I'll need to tell the council about this. He remembers that Fleur and the Queen had a pretty good relationship with one another a decade ago, and hopefully, that friendship still stands, because he'll be needing that connection to ask for an audience from the royal couple on this. (Now, his main concern would be if she was still alive and kicking.)

Nodding towards her, he leads the way back to the village. It was a bit difficult to navigate in the growing intensity of the rain, but it was better than having some of his peers ask who the lady was, definitely. After some time, they made it, safe, (drenched,) and sound.

When he enters, he finds the bed covers empty of his little tyke. Definitely not the time for this, not after hearing the status from Mneme. "You can settle down in one of the beds here, and the medical supplies, if your lil' buddy needs 'em, they're over by the chest."

He scans his surroundings once more, before giving Mneme one last explanation. "Sorry, go ahead, I'll be there with you in a bit. Just gimme a second." With that, he begins to search and disappears into another room.

✦ Like a rabbit in a trap, he's unable to free himself from under the heavy arm slung around him, and instantly regrets his lack of physical activity, though only for a while before he eventually accepts his destiny. He's too fcking old to be like this, and it's why his reaction finally dulls, only grunting noncommittally at their sweet-talking.

"Their lines sucked, could use more work, definitely, but at least they've got a nice voi—Fcking...!" He curses under his breath as the words burn and sear itself and snake around his right wrist like a bracelet. Just as quickly as the sensation had set in, the pain quickly disappears, along with that itchy uncomfortable feeling he's been experiencing since awhile ago. Instead, a soothing feeling replaces the initial discomfort, and he actually wants nothing more than to stay in these arms. No, let's not go there on the first day. Let's really not.

Instead, he focuses on the still-red outline of the words imprinted into his arm, squinting at the curled letters: 'hey there, good lookin'. i should be asking why you're running away from me.' And now he's going to have that painful line on his arm. Forever. Maybe he should start investing in some good concealer?

At the very least, he considers, the words on the stranger's arm, now that he noticed, is definitely a lot sh-ttier than his. It'd make for a good story to a bunch of curious individuals, definitely, though it might raise some ominous assumptions about the context behind the words.

"Base instinct." He huffs out and keeps it short and simple, all the energy from earlier drained out from all the running and the exercise.

Now that they've reached this point, though, he's unsure of how exactly he should be reacting to this development. Sure, he was making a fuss over it awhile ago, but he was kind of expecting a bit more than the ant-bite and this. Secretly, he was expecting some cheesy cliche, maybe him catching the other as they fell or vice-versa, or how one of them fell for the other at first sight. 

"So, nice to meet you, but now what? We're going to be stuck for a while, so introductions?" He starts out and pointedly stares at the arm around him. "And you gonna let go anytime soon?"