((...Musical Content Warning...)) ((LAZY POSTS EEEEE)) (( S p a c e :') )) Name || Markarias Einar || Age || 26 (In appearance) || Gender || Male || Pronouns || He/Him/His || Sexuality || Pansexual + Homoromantic || ((In a nutshell: "I'll 'do' literally anybody if I'm bored, lonely, or really just looking for fun. (Bleep), if you don't believe me, I'll do you right now (with permission, of course). But, in order for me to do you more than once, you have to, one, be a guy~ and two, be somewhat attractive~ Also, I hate almost everybody to some degree, so good luck :)")) Species || Satyr || Occupation || Necromancer / Fortune Teller || Appearance || Markarias stands as an emblem of beguiling allure. Every glance towards him is met with an overwhelming sensation of being in the presence of something not quite of this realm. Despite possessing a visage that suggests he's in the bloom of his mid-twenties, the flowing tendrils of his curly white hair and the translucence of his moonlit, almost vampiric skin betray this impression. The hair, more like silken strands woven by the Fates themselves, tumbles effortlessly, pooling over his broad shoulders, shimmering subtly as if kissed by starlight. His eyes, unparalleled in their brilliance, gleam with an intense luminescence; they're as pure as freshly fallen snow, devoid of pupils or irises. They act as windows to otherworldly realms, whispering tales of ancient mysteries and far-off, undiscovered lands. His facial features, while chiseled, are softened by the presence of a delicate stubble tracing his jawline and chin. This isn't the rough stubble of an aging man, but the fluffy and whimsical hint of a beard that a young prince might sport. Such a juxtaposition of his ageless eyes and that playful beard makes determining his true age a puzzle that many might find impossible to solve. Wrapped around Markarias is an ensemble that demands attention. Dark, almost abyssal robes cling to his form, moving fluidly with his every gesture, whispering secrets with each rustle. Yet, these are not the usual priestly robes. They're intricately adorned with heavy chains, each link telling tales of forgotten rites and ceremonies. These chains dangle and shimmer, adding a weight to his presence. Intentionally crafted tears in his robe offer fleeting glimpses of the sculpted masterpiece that is his body, emphasizing a waist so slender and graceful, it evokes images of ballet dancers lost in their passionate twirls. But the robes, as grand as they might be, also serve a more clandestine purpose. For beneath them lies a revelation that could unsettle the unprepared observer. While most of his physique is sculpted to perfection, his legs betray his otherworldly nature. These are not the legs of a mere man but those of a creature straddling the worlds of myth and reality. Robust, sinewy, and blanketed in a lush, curly white fur, they resemble those of a goat. Instead of human feet, robust hooves anchor him to the ground. And as a clandestine signature of his dual existence, a petite, snowy white goat's tail peeks from beneath the dark robes he dons (to his disdain). || Personality || IN A NUTSHELL BECAUSE IM LAZY AF RIGHT NOW AND DON'T WANT TO GOOGLE A BUNCH OF FANCY WORDS TO SOUND IMPRESSIVE WHEN I DESCRIBE HIM AT THE MOMENT: Vain, Sarcastic and EmOtIoNaLlY BlUnT. Absolutely despises being called animalistic names (Goat, lamb, donkey, mule, deer, etc.) + reserved/shut off from the world emotionally, n o t v e r y i n n o c e n t, loves EdGy FaShIon, gardening and talking about himself~ just not his past. He also has an odd fondness for elderly people + the disabled due to his p a s t :> . He's terrified of getting into a relationship in fear that he'll be hurt/embarrassed, h a t e s his legs, hates being told he has an attitude, will feast upon other people's insecurities if he feels offended, and is r e a l l y just stubborn about being stubborn-- also he hates almost everyone, but he’ll come up and talk with you anyways. Give you a cHaNce, y’know? Basically an introverted extrovert. Also, he loves violence, ritualistic (not satanic >:C) summoning and MeTaL so y e a h- || || Music || Down With The Sickness - Disturbed Boogie Woogie Wu - Insane Clown Posse The Beautiful People - Marilyn Manson Freak On A Leash - Korn
