Prosper
(Pronounced: PRAWS-per)
Custom Soveris
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"It is not my place to say."
Name: Prosper
Definition: From the Latin name Prosperus, which meant "fortunate, successful"
Gender: Male Age: Appears mid-twenties (chronologically 72)
Alignment: Neutral Good Diet: Omnivore
Height: 5'7" Length: N/A Weight: 50 kg
D E S C R I P T I O N
A short, slight young man with olive skin and green-hazel eyes. His hair, dark brown and curled, is long enough to fall over one eye, though cropped shorter in the back. He generally dresses fashionably, though not by his own choice. His manner and movements betray a certain wary unease, especially in public spaces. On the whole, he doesn't look terribly remarkable, even if his manner is somewhat odd.
One wouldn't assume, just looking at him, that Prosper serves as the 'bride' to a god. As of yet, he hardly believes it himself. However, one such god has claimed him; bound to each other, Prosper offers power to his god through physical touch. Now Prosper spends his days in a luxurious penthouse, awaiting his master's return, though admittedly he has yet to come to terms with his current situation.
Newly freed from his servitude to a different god, Prosper retains some vestiges of his old abilities. His capacity for flight is gone, but he can still draw the light out of things, taking it into his own body to release elsewhere as he wills it. He sees well in the dark, and is still at his most comfortable at night, though whether this is due to his enhanced vision or a matter of conditioning is hard to say.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
After decades of service to a merciless god, it is perhaps easier to say what Prosper is not. There are many things he had left behind in his effort to survive that he is only now beginning to rediscover, the freedom to feel and desire being chief among them. He is used to suppressing his emotions, to the point where he is often at a loss as to what he wants anymore. It makes him almost alarmingly passive, for fear that to do any less would be to leave himself vulnerable--- to disappointment, to punishment, to exploitation. He needs, first and foremost, to be useful, still firm in his belief that he will be discarded if he is not.
But the cracks are starting to form in his mask of servility, and Prosper has discovered, to his own surprise, that he has a sense of humor: dry and deprecating, but an extant one nonetheless. It often serves as another layer of defense, though it suggests a certain level of comfort if he feels at ease enough to joke. He has found that he likes the quiet; it makes it easier to think. In his time away from society, he had grown used to living as a ghost, and now that he has returned, he finds himself easily overwhelmed.
His social graces are similarly poor, but he has a soft spot for things in need of protection: stray animals, children, people more hapless than himself. He helps them as he is able, and it's become one of the better ways to draw him out of his shell. He remains aloof even then, sometimes awkwardly so, but it is something like progress.
H I S T O R Y
Prosper was sold off by his parents as a child to a god who promised them wealth. In retrospect, the transaction must have been made early in his childhood, though after Prosper had been born. He was raised apart from his siblings, always given a strange sort of consideration despite their poor means. At the time, he didn't think much of it, assuming that he was merely his parents' favorite as the firstborn. Partiality to a firstborn son was not uncommon at the time, especially in their region.
As the years went on, however, he became aware of the existence of a strange emotional distance between him and his parents. It seemed more and more as if, rather than being reluctant to admonish him out of love, they did so from an unwillingness to lower his opinion of them. By contrast, they had no such reservations with his younger siblings. He envied them sometimes for a thing he couldn't quite put into words, an as-of-yet ill-defined sense of imbalance.
The reason for all this became clear on his twelfth birthday, when the god Elouan came to claim his due. Prosper, now of an age to be useful, was taken away, and his parents' patience rewarded at last. And so, Prosper joined the ranks of Elouan's wraiths, sent out nightly to gather lights for a cruel and thankless master.
Prosper had only the advantage of his personality: he had always been a hardy, adaptable child. There was no room for anything less; indeed, there was not even room for the bodily needs he had known in life, so little patience did Elouan have for anything that might distract his servants from their duties. Prosper learned quickly, and watched as those new wraiths who could not do so found their deaths, or were consumed outright by the god himself. Elouan was distant and wicked by turns, exploiting his servants' vulnerabilities as the mood struck him, to strip them of their will to rebel. To survive, Prosper learned to subsume his feelings, lest he give his master any further leverage than he already had.
Before he knew it, he had become one of the longest-serving of Elouan's wraiths, though such had not been his goal. He did not so much as dare to hope that his circumstances might change, except with the arrival of his inevitable death. His one diversion was in attempting to help the newer wraiths in what capacity he could without drawing Elouan's attention, but even then, he felt it an ultimately futile goal. Dead or not, one's life was forfeit as soon as they entered into Elouan's service, and more often than not, he believed it better to die.
Burning out had always been inevitable. It had merely been a matter of time. Sixty years into his servitude, his master's bouts of caprice took a slew of servants in unusually quick succession, and Prosper worked his body to breaking to pick up the slack. When he collapsed in the ruins of an abandoned church, he knew his time had come.
And yet, as fate would have it, someone had other plans...
Role Play
STATS
Posts: 0 Level: 1
Offense: 10
Defense: 6
Precision: 9
Endurance: 19
Speed: 8
Fame: 10
Element: Light
Traits:
-Acclimation Traits- Atmospheric Dweller
-Healing Traits- First Aid
-Magic Traits- Elemental Manipulation (light, limited)
-Personality Traits- Adaptable, Defensive, Focused, Gold-Hearted Jerk, Reserved, Stoic, Traumatized, Workaholic
-Physical Traits- Aerodynamic, Luminescent (situational), Night Vision, Pain Resistant, Photoresistant
-Social Traits- Protected
Battle Traits: o (breed trait)
RP Color: #3D0169
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Notes
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RelationsMate -- Ryo (Toxic)
Family -- mother (deceased), father (deceased), brother, sister
Friends --
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