isn’t that ZEPHYROS VELATHIEN? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of FERANTHOR. i hear they’re 36, but they’re also a HALF-ELF. they’ve risen up the ranks to become a RANGER/RECRUITER (BASTARD PRINCE). they seem to be CONFIDENT & INDEPENDENT, but also ARROGANT & ALOOF. if you look closely, you'll see their aesthetics include DARK SILHOUETTE OF A BODY BATHED IN MOONLIGHT, BRIGHT LAUGHTER AND SOOTHING WORDS, THE COLD EMBRACE OF DEATH.
BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME: [ ZEPHYROS BLAIDDWYN VELATHIEN ] NICKNAME: [ ZEPH, Z, LITTLE SHIT ] AGE: [ 36 ] GENDER, PRONOUNS: [ MALE, HE/HIM ] TITLE: [ BASTARD PRINCE RANGER + FRECRUITER ] SPECIES: [ HALF-ELF ] KINGDOM: [ UMORIA FERANTHOR ] HOUSE WORDS: [ NEVER FELLED, NEVER DEAD ] CASTLE NAME: [ OAKENHOLD KEEP, FERANTHOR CASTLE/WALL ] OCCUPATION: [ RANGER + RECRUITER ] RELIGION: [ THE HORNED STEAD, EVEN THOUGH HE LIVES IN FERANTHOR, HE STILL BELIEVES ] LANGUAGE: [ COMMON, UMORIAN, HAS PICKED UP ENOUGH CHASQUIAN, VISSAIC, RITRINCIAN AND LYSINLINGUAL DURING HIS TRAVELS TO COMMUNICATE ] ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ HOMOROMANTIC ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ HOMOSEXUAL ] SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [ SWITCH] SEXUAL POSITION: [ BOTTOM ]
RELATIONSHIPS
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ TBA ] CHILDREN: [ NONE ] PARENTS: [ KING LOTHAR ADRIEL BLAIDDWYN (ELF) + TAVION VELATHIEN (SORCERER) ] HALF-SIBLINGS: [ GETHIN BLAIDDWYN, TBA. ] FRIENDS: [ ANSEGAR, TBA. ]
PHYSICAL TRAITS
FACE CLAIM: [ LUKE THOMPSON ] EYE COLOUR: [ GREEN, GREY, BLUE ] HAIR COLOUR: [ BROWN ] HEIGHT: [ 1.81 METRES / 5'11 FT ] BODY BUILD: [ FIT, STRONG, BUT ALSO KINDA LANKY. NOT SUPER CHUNKY. JUST ... WELL, JUST RIGHT HEHE. ] FACIAL HAIR: [ LIL BABY STUBBLE BUT MOSTLY SHAVEN UNLESS HE'S NORTH OF THE WALL AND CAN'T SHAVE. ] TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ A FEW SMALLER ONES; UMORIA'S CREST BEHIND HIS LEFT EAR, FERANTHOR'S ON EACH WRIST UNDERNEATH PROTECTIVE CUFFS, ELVEN FOR ICE ON HIS ANKLE, 1 RING IN THE NOSE, NIPPLE PIERCINGS ] NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: [ ALWAYS WEARS A BUNCH OF RINGS AND A SIMPLE SILVER NECKLACE WITH AN AMULET HOLDING HIS MOTHER'S PORTRAIT, ALWAYS HAS A SWORD BOUND TO HIS HIP AND A DAGGER ON HIS LOWER BACK, USUALLY SMIRKS ]
PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS
PHOBIAS/FEARS: [ FALLING IN LOVE, BEING TRAPPED, FAILING AT THE WALL/ LOSING AT THE WALL. ] MENTAL DISORDERS: [ AVOIDANT ATTACHMENT ]
PERSONALITY
INTELLIGENCE: [ QUITE SMART TBQH SMARTER THAN I'LL PROBS BE ABLE TO DO HIM JUSTICE ] LIKES: [ COMPANY, OUTSMARTING/OUTDOING COCKY ALPHA MALES, TAVERNS, COIN, WINNING, GAMBLING, SMITHING. ] DISLIKES: [ LAWS/RULES, BULLIES/TYRANTS, ALPHA MALES TALKING DOWN ON HIM, SLEEPING UNCOMFORTABLY OUT IN THE OPEN, BAD ALE ] POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ CONFIDENT, INDEPENDENT, SMART, CUNNING ] NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ COCKY, ARROGANT, ALOOF, OVER-CONFIDENT, RECKLESS (SOMETIMES), LIL' SNOBBISH ]
AESTHETICS
AESTHETICS: [ BRIGHT LAUGHTER + SOOTHING WORDS, THE COLD EMBRACE OF DEATH, DARK SILHOUETTE BATHED IN MOONLIGHT, DARK LEATHERS, FLURRY OF ICE. WHISPERING WINDS OF THE NIGHT, SWORD IN THE SHADOWS. ] INSPO: [ EZIO AUDITORE, HAN SOLO, PRINCE OBERYN MARTELL, DORIAN (DA), KAZ BREKKER, FLYNN RYDER, CENTURIES BY FALL OUT BOY, THE MAN BY THE KILLERS, YOU KNOW MY NAME BY CHRIS CORNELL, DIRTY DEEDS DONE CHEAP + BACK IN BACK BY AD/DC, HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN BY THE ANIMALS, RENEGADE BY STYX, THE PRETENDER BY FOO FIGHTERS, WAY DOWN WE GO BY KALEO, FAR FROM ANY ROAD BY THE HANDSOME FAMILY, MY BLOOD BY TWENTY ONE PILOTS. ]
KINKS
KINKS: [ QUICKIES. CASUAL HOOKUPS, BREEDING. VERBAL FEMINISATION. PUBLIC. PRAISE. WORSHIP (HIM :P). HUMILIATION. SOMNOPHILIA. WATERSPORTS. TEASING. AFFECTION. TOYS. PLAYING HARD TO GET HE HE. KNOWING HE'S WANTED. ] ANTI-KINKS: [ VORE. SCAT. INFANTILISM. ]
BIOGRAPHY
Zephyros Velathien, born the illegitimate son of King Lothar Adriel Blaiddwyn of Umoria and Tavion Velathien, a gifted sorcerer, grew up in the capital of Umoria without knowing his royal heritage. Raised by Tavion, Zephyros lived a life far removed from the opulence of the palace. Tavion was not wealthy, but he provided his son with love, warmth, and a sense of belonging. Zephyros’ beauty—his striking features, inherited from his father, and his undeniable charm—was the one thing they could claim as their own.
A natural rebel, Zephyros made trouble wherever he went. His mischief came in the form of playful pickpocketing, mostly to collect little trinkets for Tavion—things that would brighten his father’s day. Tavion never reprimanded him; he knew it was a part of who Zephyros was. But there was something else about Zephyros that couldn’t be ignored: his love for his father. Despite his rebellious nature, Zephyros was always a “momma’s daddy's boy,” fiercely loyal and protective of the man who had always been there for him.
As he grew older, the capital began to feel too small, and Zephyros yearned for freedom. Tired of the same faces, tired of the same routine, he decided to leave Umoria and explore the world. He was tired of the same fleeting encounters in the cities, the same men who came and went. He wanted something more—something new. So, he traveled light, relying on his charm to secure a place to sleep and food to eat. Zephyros didn’t care for relationships. His encounters were brief and transactional—he’d sleep with whoever could offer him a warm bed or a meal and coin, though he usually went for nobles he knew had plenty of coin to spare for a pretty face. Love was never on his radar; he was too focused on his own desires and needs to entertain anything deeper.
During his travels, Zephyros came across a recruiter for the Night's Watch, a mysterious and dangerous organization stationed at Feranthor, a northern outpost guarding against the evil forces that lay beyond the wall. Zephyros was intrigued by the Watch, their cause, and the freedom they seemed to offer. After a few days in their camp, Zephyros was convinced to stay on and see if he could be of use to them. His charm, wit, and connections were exactly what the Watch needed in a recruiter. The fact that Zephyros wasn’t above sleeping with men to get what he wanted worked to his advantage.
At first, the benefits were what mattered: free food, free shelter and an opportunity to travel even farther, all while serving a cause he barely understood. But over time, Zephyros came to realize the importance of the Night’s Watch. He grew to understand that the work they did was vital—not just for Umoria but for all the kingdoms. Though he was still reluctant to form emotional ties, Zephyros could not ignore the sense of purpose the Watch gave him. It became his new focus, and he was good at it—charismatic, persuasive, and quick on his feet.
A year after joining, Zephyros took the oath of the Night’s Watch. He swore an oath to protect the people from the monsters that lurked beyond the wall. His love for freedom remained, though, and his life continued to be one of constant travel and movement. As a recruiter, he would visit villages, towns, and cities, always looking for new blood to bring into the fold. While his charm and beauty made the job easy, Zephyros was more than just a pretty face. He was a skilled fighter, known for his precision and speed with a sword and dagger. He was quick, deadly, and resourceful, and when he fought, he used his ice magic to enhance his attacks. His blades would grow cold, and he became a blur of icy movements, striking down his foes before they could even react.
Zeph never sought love or emotional connections. He had little interest in relationships, preferring the temporary pleasures of a casual encounter. But after joining the Night’s Watch, something shifted. His encounters weren’t just for material gain anymore—they were more so for the sake of satisfying a craving. It wasn’t about food or shelter; it was about the fleeting satisfaction of the moment and coin, because he did still like dressing pretty. Despite the temporary nature of his encounters, Zephyros kept everyone at arm's length. Love was not for him, and he never allowed anyone to get too close.
However, in Feranthor, one person learned of Zephyros' true bloodline—the fact that he was the bastard son of a king. At first, Zephyros didn’t believe it. He returned home to confront Tavion, who confirmed the truth. While the revelation didn’t shake him—he had already found a cause worth fighting for—it did feel good in a way to learn more about himself, to meet a potential sibling. He took some time to let it all sink in, but eventually, he returned to Feranthor, knowing his place was with the Night’s Watch.
He was no fool; he had a sharp mind and knew how to survive. His travels had taught him how to fend for himself, and his quick wit and fighting skills had made him a force to be reckoned with. But it was in Feranthor that Zephyros found an unexpected bond: with Ansegar, a young warrior who had grown up in the Night’s Watch. Ansegar, ten years Zephyros' junior, had always looked up to him, and Zephyros took him under his wing. Though their relationship wasn’t blood, Zephyros cared for Ansegar like a brother, protective and loyal.
Zephyros had come a long way since his days in the capital, pickpocketing for trinkets and sleeping with men for material gain. He had found a place in the world with the Night’s Watch, and though he kept his distance from relationships, he had discovered a new purpose in life. No longer was he a boy running from responsibility—he was a man with a cause.
But that didn’t mean his nature had changed entirely. He still loved his freedom. And he still had a penchant for fleeting pleasures.