wildfire.

rey baine, master of ships of dele. affiliated with @aladoniahq.

[furyful]

full name — rey baine. age — thirty. kingdom — dele. gender — male. religion — not particularly religious, but often prays to rosyn. occupation — master of ships. living arrangements — near the danholm lake.

PHYSICAL.

faceclaim — leo suter. hair — light brown / eyes — brown. height — six foot & two inches. clothing style — doesn't care for much covering nor opulence; usually goes for leather pieces with little beneath. sexual preference — top-leaning versatile. tends to dominate, but likes to service his partner whatever way he must. special characteristics — has plenty of scars throughout his body.

PERSONAL.

label — the hound. positive traits — brave, spontaneous, resourceful, observant, protective, uninhibited, selfless, straightforward. negative traits — impulsive, stubborn, untrusting, hostile, callous, judgmental, vindictive. background — to be done.

RELATIONS.

family — tba. friends — tba. foes — tba.

[rampithou]

open to: anyone! location: a private meditation chamber in the cerulean castle

Ram didn’t consider himself devoutly religious beyond his baseline belief in Aznas the Strong. His father really hammered dogma into him as a youth and he resented it, so once he became king himself, he swore he’d never insist on pushing any of the Gods into the lives of his children… or at least, back when he believed he would become king and have children of his own. Those days were long gone now. 

But even still, he did feel a longing to meditate at least once a week, which he did in solitude and away from peering eyes in this private chamber of the castle. He may have not been king, but a Pithou was a Pithou, thusly granting him access to most rooms in their royal residence. A special one reserved solely for meditating, he’d been told by his father. Nobody ever bothered him here; he may as well have been up in the mountains completely alone when he came here. Or at least, usually.

Ram hears the giant steel door behind him creak open, but he does not address the interruption or even so much as glance his head backwards to face it. His eyes remain closed, peering into his inner self as he sits on the cold tile floor, trying to remain in his state of zen despite the other person.

“Whatever this is, I am sure it can wait,” he tells the intruder, his tone equal parts calm and annoyed. “But why do I have a feeling you won’t…?”

[furyful]

songs could be written about the wickedness in his smile as he entered the room; rey wasn't known as a hound for a stoic or calm demeanor. his feet were on fire, as was the rest of him, as he made his way to where he knew the object of his desire would be. “you're sadly mistaken, m'lord.” his characteristic loose-fitting shirt was gone in his way, as were any other fabric that once touched his skin.

he offered no other explanation besides his cock standing free and proud, awaiting a glance of the source of its strength. though he doubted there was much that could be accomplished by sitting with your eyes closed, he didn't want to truly disturb the lord; he leaned back against the cold door, burning skin against adamant steel. “i'm afraid your attention is immediately required.”

[furyful]

brint [@slicexofxtheirxlives] wanted a starter !

his might and ruthless in battle got him the title and position of master of ships, of which he and his family were very proud and glad — and of which brint seemed to really admire him for. and he was never one to turn down worship of any kind; modesty was not one of his virtues. therefore, he enjoyed every second of their weekly training sessions... particularly their ending ritual: a passionate treating to the loser's chest until a blinding climax.

“not a complain by any means, but...” he starts, having won far above half their fights of the day. both of them are covered by a layer of sweat and nearly clothless; his hands are undoing the last piece he's got left on. “i've noticed a lack of vigour in your movements, my prince. if i didn't know any better, well, i'd have to assume you're letting me win.”

[furyful]

ezrah [@heavensoared] wanted a starter !

the sky's grey and the sun's asleep; and yet, one would find mischief in both ends of rey's lips. his second home, he nearly dances through the pier, until he finds a figure who peaked his interest; both due to his silhouette and his occupation. “the beast's yours?” he doesn't mean anything by it, but he can't help but look the man up and down. rey's taller than him, but he's burly where rey's slender — and that's probably what got his interest in the first place. there's a swing on his hips with the question. “what would it cost to get a ride at it?”

[sabrinaacarpenters]

LEO SUTER as HARALD SIGURDSSON in VIKINGS: VALHALLA (2022-)