[folenferch]

nicholas galitzine . cis man . he/him .  *:･ﾟ✧ is that that folen ferch owain , who is originally from alba , and living in branholm ? it’s nice to see the noble / daemati out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously introspective , whilst also managing to be quite forethinking . the one hundred and seventy three year old was born fae, and hails from the kingdom of celesta.

Basic Information

Full Name: Folen halstrom ferch owain

Title: Lord of Alba

Species: High fae, daemati

Age: one hundred and seventy three

Kingdom: celesta

Current Residence: branholm

Gender: Cis man

Pronouns: He/him

Orientation: Queer

Profession: lord

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: nicholas galitzine

Hair Color: blonde/brown

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 6'3"

Bio

Folen is one of the older fae, but the generation after the war. There was a different energy around when he was born and it reflected onto him once they learned he was a daemati.

having incredible power from such a young age, he was immediately put into training to control such a power. This was both to use his power and also control it as he seemed to be showing signs of going into minds and unable to find a way out.

this came to a head when he was young and naive. He accidentally slipped into a very dark persons mind. What his powers did to exert control over someone so evil has never left Folen.

From that moment on, they knew he would go down in history as one of the greatest natural talents. But there was also a certain fear around how he would grow up to use such immense power.

Folen made it his own personal mission after that day to never let his powers control him like that again. he has managed to do it so far, but he frequently finds himself slipping into peoples dreams while he is asleep even now.

Having grown up now, having become one of the elder fae, he has taken on more responsibility as he has proven to be an asset to the kingdom. As the eldest male, he was given the title of lord of alba and has been now for the past forty years.

He comes off as this mysterious daemati, but is genuinely just kind of a big goof holding it all together as best as possible without showing anyone how scared he is of it all going wrong.

with the impending war, he knows there may be an attempt to weaponize him, something he has put out of his mind for years as the acting Lord, but now seems to be buzzing in the back of everyones mind, he can feel it after all.

[deliiriums]

@folenferch

hasty steps brought the young fae down endless corridors, shadows inching closer from the corners of his vision. fingers gently placed upon the bridge of his brows, tenderly massaging the skin in the hopes that he would be released of the headache that had been tormenting him for the better part of his stay. once he opened his eyes again the young man noticed a taller figure in the distance. 

speed walking turned into a light jog until he managed to clear the distance between him and the other. ‘ folen ! ‘ the corners of his lips arched higher once he had assured himself that it was in fact his friend - their meetings were not so frequent, but always delightful. the comfort of a friend that knows every side of you, has seen you grow through the years, blooming into the being that you are now - shadows and light alike. it brought about a sense of warmth that elas could not deny, softening his heart. 

‘ it’s been a while , i’m glad you are alright- are you alright? how are you? ‘

[folenferch]

Folen was pacing the halls, somehow unable to stop himself from taking this sort of lockdown as mandatory for everyone...except fror he who very despiretly needed to make sure everyone was alright. He turned a corner, of the grand palace, seeing a shadowy figure at the other end. If his mind had been focused, he may have been ready for whoever it could be, but caught off guard he didn't even think about trying anything.

He began oving slowly, apprehention the name of the game with what had been going on recently. It wasn't until the figure began speeding up that he recognized the familiar sound he had become accustomed to over decades of long overdue meetings between the two. "Elas..." He managed out as his friend bridged their distance to only a few feet. His deminor immediately shifted into one of comfort just saying his name. "I am.... fine considering everything that is happening..." He concluded with a less than convincing smile as he took his friend's hands in his own. "I am more concerned with you, it has been too long and now we are in a more than precarious turn of events."

[izarara]

STARTER FOR : folen ferch owain ( @folenferch ) EXTRA : tbd

" i'm fine — " the concern is waved off, water off a bird's back or something off the sort. " hardly — " hardly important enough, stands on the tip of their tongue, but it remains unsaid. it would come across as too self-deprecating. " it's irrelevant, but i worry what it means for the rest of the stay. i was hoping to explore a bit more. " more or less locked in draconia keep is a much less exciting outlook than visiting valachia had seemed. " perhaps you ought to be careful yourself — they may ask for your skills to uncover this plot. "

[folenferch]

When Folen had found out about the chance to turn from his normal duties as Lord, into this sort of ambassador triip, he was thrilled. He was trying to push himself out there, try and meet those beyond his own boarders as this world seemed to be ever changing. And now, those hopes were dashed as soon as the queen took that first sip. Finding one of his long time friends, he knew he needed to inquire about her state. "I agree, this will be a very different trip than expected." He remarked, feeling the murmering of other people's scared thoughts buzzing around. "I'm sure they may, but it won't be of any use right now. Everyone is thinking of it anyways, it would take a week to go through everyone." He said, thinking over what kind of duties they might force upon those with abilities, regardless of status.