Lost Butterfly Maiden
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and in the shadows she finds a way;
Age: 19
Birthdate: Calibration, RY 749
Birthplace: The Imperial City
Hair: Red
Eyes: Green
Skin: Ghostly pale
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 130 lbs (including hair).
Image Song: Tori Amos, Girl
she's been everyone else's girl;
He was never quite good enough. Small and fragile, wide-eyed and too pretty for his own good, Sarien was never particularly good at anything as a child. Except, that is, for warming his elder brother Jalide's bed: his sadistic, manipulative sorcerer of an elder brother took a fancy to him, and took what he wanted, bending and breaking his younger brother to his will, shattering his self-esteem and self-worth, and to this day, that is part of how Sarien defines himself. To add to this, despite his impeccable breeding, despite the fact that every single other one of his siblings Exalted, Sarien was a child that not even the Dragons could love: he was never touched by the Dragons, never Exalted, remained a mortal. A crazy, broken, lost little mortal child, whose mental weakness, whose inability to be strong and stand up to his brother had made him remain merely mortal, without even the minor protection that the Exaltation would have given him from his brother.
The family knew.
And no one, no one with any power to stop Jalide, intervened. Because a broken mortal child meant nothing, nothing at all.
But mortal and insane as he was, Sarien was still, nonetheless, a very intelligent child. And so he could have had some use (other then being his brother's de facto concubine). Sarien was, therefore, sent to the House of Bells in hopes that he would somehow turn out worth something, that his death would bring the honor that his life didn't, knowing the entire time that he was a child that not even the Dragons could love. Ironically, his greatest gift, his extraordinary gift for tactics, was discovered, purely by accident. He understood tactics as easily as a fish swam in water. But it did not matter: he was merely mortal, no chance to prove himself.
During his time at the House of Bells, he was befriended by a boy about two years older, a fellow mortal Dynast by the name of Cathak Gaius Gan Ning, who had gained admission in a similar fashion as Sarien, with a combination of bribes, passing the tests, and his tactical genius. The two were close friends during those years, fellow outcasts: Sarien being both unExalted and insane, though less crazy then during his childhood, and Gan Ning being unExalted, who kicked ass with their collective tactical genius. Gan Ning was the first person Sarien slept with other then Jalide, the first who showed him pleasure instead of pain, one of the few people who truly loved him: however, while Gan Ning suspected a great deal about Sarien's past, he got no straight answer out of the younger boy.
Unfortunately, Gan Ning was later sent to Greyfalls post-graduation from the House of Bells through the machinations of an unknown party but who was most likely Jalide, where he fought lots of evil things...and apparently died fighting an insane Anathema known as the God-King. His body was not found, while the Anathema was found with a separated head, decapitated with a broken straight sword. The news sent Sarien, whose new semi-sanity was only tenous, back into a downward spiral from which he never recovered, retreating back into madness. With nothing left to hold onto. Nothing left to keep him.
It was the last loss in a life of losses and pain, a life that did nothing but take and take and take and take without giving back anything, that the one time he did have something bright and beautiful it was taken from him, and it was this last loss that finally sent him over. He held on for most of a year, broken and lost, faraway in a drifting dream, slipping further and further away as time went on.
On his nineteenth birthday-Calibration, RY 768-Sarien attempted suicide, while temporarily away from the Blessed Isle, in the Scavenger Lands. For his 19th birthday gift to himself, Sarien attempted to drown himself. But the chance for death, too, was taken from him, when he Exalted as a Daybreak Caste, one of the Psychopomps, and a passing Abyssal, Bearer of Myrrh-Touched Blessings, on his way to Sijan fished him out of the river. He accepted this new fate like he had come to accept everything else, with a sweet empty smile, went through the training, and took up his duties.
The Lessons of Shadowlands Circle Necromancy came easily to him, for the lessons of stasis and melancholy had been the patterns of his mortal life, had learned them as a child, he dreamed of his memories in the long space between almost-death and Exaltation, dreamed a meditation upon them. Infliction, he had done to himself, attempting to end his life.
His sacrifice was his mental clarity, as it had not been erased despite his crushing despair.
Since his training, Sarien has had something of an...interesting...affair with the Midnight Caste Lingering Smoke. Sarien doesn't love him-not like he loved Gan Ning-but he thinks he's a nice person, and he is anxious to please the other man, even taking a girl's form to help make him feel better (and to threaten his sexuality less). There are worse men out there, especially for a completely compulsively submissive delicate thing with an addiction to sex and minus the ability to give informed consent.
The name he took-Lost Butterfly Maiden-has more then a touch of irony about it, especially since he is not a maiden, even as a girl, except in the sense that he is unmarried. But he flutters through the shadows, lost beautiful and mad, a lost broken butterfly-doll-child.
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there castles are burning in my heart;
Total XP: 46
Unspent: 11
Spent: 35
Bought: Enchanting Feature (eyes) Merit, Uncanny Impulse Evasion, 2nd Awareness, Familiar 5
my image under her thumb;
Cynis Falen Jalide- Air Aspect sorcerer of a little over half a century in age, Sarien's most hated sibling, subject of his nightmares, and pretty much THE biggest influence on him. Sadistic, cruel, manipulative, obsessive, possessive and just all around a horrible person, Jalide has basically made his younger brother dance on his puppet strings for almost two decades. Rape, manipulation, threats, and carefully applied psychological torture are just a few of the tools he's used against Sarien over the years: and as bad as it's been, it's only going to get worse. Currently, he is the satrap of Thorns.
Jalide is a little over six and a half feet tall, handsome yet cruel-looking, with long (somewhat past his shoulders) white hair and green eyes, very obviously an Air Aspect of impeccable breeding, physically imposing and powerful in build, with a rich, confident baritone voice, carrying himself with perfect, unshakeable confidence. His main resemblance to Sarien comes in the startling color of his eyes: otherwise, the two siblings don't resemble one another. He dresses finely, in dark colors, tasteful and elegant.
Cynis Falen Lianna-One of Sarien's younger siblings, a recently Exalted Wood Aspect of about fourteen, who is now being groomed to attend the Heptagram, she is the only one of his immediate family who Sarien actually likes-in fact, he is quite protective of her, and while he is willing to let bad things happen to him, for being used to it, he will react violently should he find out anyone has harmed her, or tried to harm her. Soft-spoken, kind, sweet, yet strong-willed, Lianna has strangely been not afraid of her publicly unstable older brother, and Sarien has never learned why.
Lianna is a slim, willowy girl with blond hair and green eyes, white roses growing entwined in her long hair, fairly pretty, a Wood Aspect of impeccable breeding, of slender yet wiry build: while she hasn't reached her full growth yet, she promises to be quite tall once she's done growing. She smiles and laughs frequently, sings often-she is a masterful singer-who dresses in white and pink (especially pink) very often.
Cathak Gaius Gan Ning-best/only friend, lover, and unfortunately apparently quite deceased, Gan Ning was two years older then Sarien, who was one of the few people who cared about him-in fact, loved him. Gan Ning's death, which happened a relatively short time ago, shattered Sarien and from which he has never recovered. However, things may not be just as they appear...
with a message from my heart;
- Sarien still somehow possesses his copy of The Thousand Correct Actions of the Upright Soldier
- He is easily distracted by shiny/pretty/unique things
- You can hear the tildes when he talks
- In battle, he will usually fight with a mortal staff: he will not draw Daylight Falls unless absolutely necessary
- He has a cute little frog plush with button eyes that he calls "Froggy".
callin' everybody else's girl;
Bearer of Myrrh-Touched Blessings: He has pretty feathers~He's nice~I just wish he didn't stop me from drowning~
Lingering Smoke: Um. He isn't a bad person~He's nice~And sex with him feels almost okay~
Cathak Gaius Gan Ning: I loved him~I still do~And he's alive~But he's dead~and everything is empty without him~
Kiwi:
Alek:
and in the shadow she crawls;
she's been everybody else's girl/maybe one day she'll be her own/everybody else's girl/maybe one day she'll be her own
