is that not hollow? i have seen them bearing the crest of feranthor, their loyalty worn plain upon their garb. they are said to have lived for 28 winters and are of the veilbound folk, shaped by blood and custom alike. by birth, choice, or circumstance, they walk the path of a ranger captain, a place they now hold in the world. those who speak of them name them both adept and fearless, though not without flaw, for they are likewise vain and secretive.
look closer still, and you will find their tastes laid bare: facial scars that never heal, self drawn stick and poke tattoos, hands stained by herbs, berries, and saps — small signs of who they truly are.
BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME: [ HOLLOW ] NICKNAME: [ WHATEVER CURSE WORDS SENTINELS AND OTHER OFFICERS ARE REFERRING TO HIM AS AT THAT TIME ] AGE: [ 28 ] GENDER, PRONOUNS: [ MALE, HE/HIM ] TITLE: [ RANGER CAPTAIN ] SPECIES: [ VEILBOUND ] KINGDOM: [ FERANTHOR ] HOUSE WORDS: [ WE STAND AT THE END, UNBROKEN ] ESTATE NAME: [ THE WALL ] OCCUPATION: [ RANGER/SCOUT ] RELIGION: [ATHEIST] LANGUAGE: [ COMMON, THALRINN ] ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ HOMOROMANTIC ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ HOMOSEXUAL ] SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [ FERAL ] SEXUAL POSITION: [ VERSE BOTTOM ]
RELATIONSHIPS
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ LOL NOT WITH HIS INCEL VIBES ] CHILDREN: [ NONE ] PARENTS: [ ABDALIA AND DENALI ROKA (DECEASED) ] SIBLINGS: [ KAEDIR ROKA (DECEASED) ] FRIENDS: [ HE'S NEVER HEARD OF THAT BEFORE. IS IT A SAUCE? 🥲 ]
PHYSICAL TRAITS
FACE CLAIM: [ EMILIO SAKRAYA ] EYE COLOUR: [ BROWN ] HAIR COLOUR: [ WHITE ] HEIGHT: [ 6'0" ] BODY BUILD: [ ATHLETIC, MUSCULAR, BIDDIE-FIED ] FACIAL HAIR: [ NONE ] TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ MANY THAT CHANGE FREQUENTLY, ALL DONE BY HIM. HE MIXES POISONS WITH INK BEFORE POKING TATTOOS INTO HIS FLESH. HE EXTRACTS THE TOXINS WITH SHADOW MAGIC WHILE FIGHTING RIFT CREATURES AND THE TATTOOS WILL FADE AFTER THAT ] NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: [ HAIR BLEACHED BY RITUAL TRAUMA, ANIME BOOBS, MISSING RIGHT EYE + A VEIL SCAR NO MAGIC CAN HEAL (TW: SCAR/INJURY) ]
PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS
PHOBIAS/FEARS: [ OTHERS SEEING THE WAY THE VEILBOUND RITE ALTERED HIS BODY, LARGE GROUPS OF PEOPLE, MERFOLK, POWERFUL SORCERERS ] MENTAL DISORDERS: [ EDGELORD-ITIS (I KID, BUT ALSO I DON'T HEHE) ]
PERSONALITY
INTELLIGENCE: [ MODERATE TO HIGH, BUT ONLY IN A FEW SPECIALIZED AREAS. HE CAN CONCOCT POISONS FROM PLANTS AND MIX THEM WITH INKS TO DRAW HIS TATTOOS, NAVIGATE UNFAMILIAR TERRAIN AND TRACK TARGETS WITH LIMITED INFORMATION OR RESOURCES, SURVIVE FOR EXTENDED PERIODS IN EXTREME ENVIRONMENTS, AND IS CREATIVE AND SAVVY IN COMBAT SITUATIONS, BUT DOESN'T KNOW MUCH BEYOND THAT. ] LIKES: [ SOLITUDE, MURDER, NIGHTTIME, RARE POISONS, THE DEEP SEA, HIDING HIS FACE, DEFEATING CREATIONS OF THE RIFT, IGNORING ORDERS FROM HIGHER RANKING OFFICERS, PISSING OFF HIGHER RANKING OFFICERS, HIS PERSONAL SENSE OF JUSTICE, EXPERIMENTING WITH NEW WAYS TO DESTROY RIFT CREATURES ] DISLIKES: [ PEOPLE, LYSAIN, THE RESPONSIBILITY OF HIS RANK, WEAKNESS, HIS APPEARANCE, THE WALL, WEAPONS ] POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ ADEPT, FEARLESS, PROACTIVE, DESPISES CORRUPTION IN ALL FORMS WHETHER FROM THE RIFT OR THE HEARTS OF MAN ] NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ VAIN, SECRETIVE, MALICIOUS, VERY LITTLE REGARD FOR THE LIVES OF LIATHRANS DESPITE BEING DEDICATED TO THE VEILWATCH'S CAUSE ]
AESTHETICS
AESTHETICS: [ FACIAL SCARS THAT NEVER HEAL, SELF-DRAWN STICK AND POKE TATTOOS, HANDS STAINED BY HERBS, BERRIES, AND SAPS, WEAPONLESS COMBAT, TRAVELING AS THE CROW FLIES, THUNDERSTORMS ] INSPO: [ ROGUE/RANGER EDGELORD CORE ]
KINKS
KINKS: [ TITPLAY, BODY WORSHIP, MILKING, BONDAGE, MUSK, EXHIBITIONISM, EXPERIMENTATION, RISKY/DANGEROUS SEX, COCKWARMING, MORE TO BE DECIDED IF HE ACTUALLY GET SOME ] ANTI-KINKS: [ DADDY KINK, SCAT, VOMIT ]
BIOGRAPHY
Zaephir was told how his pod abandoned the blue waters of Saltmere for the rocky shores of the Lysain kingdom during Liathra’s era of peace. For centuries, they ventured into the harsh landscapes of the kingdoms, risking life and limb to maintain the health of the various rare waterways that bloomed amidst sun-baked deserts. It was always dangerous for the merfolk to leave the sea and travel through arid lands, but they maintained the practice even when one of their own never returned. Why? Because their charter was in harmony with nature and the Lysain natives, promoting safer waters for all who relied on them.
However, in the Ash Years that followed the War of Ascension, the altered deserts all but wiped out the precious water sources his family prided themselves on maintaining. For the next century, as the Lysain people began to cluster into safe regions and members of the altruistic pod had to venture further and further from civilization to reach the old sites, their numbers dwindled. By the time Zaephir was born and grew old enough to begin training to traverse deserts, they were only a handful of pod-mates left, propping themselves up on legends of their ancestors. The stories of all his relatives who ventured out only to never return filled him with a seething rage he couldn’t understand until he journeyed to a forgotten oasis himself. What he saw when he dragged himself over that final dune, practically dried out and devoid of any strength, shattered something within him.
Humans washing their filth with the dwindling waters, plucking far more fruits and herbs from the weakening greenery than such a small group would need to eat, and speaking horrors that haunt him to this day: “This one will dry up by month's end. We may as well take what we can before it does…” Despite having no moisture to spare, the pain was too much for him to choke back his tears. Zaephir did remain silent though as he watched this unfold, rolling down into the last vestiges of an oasis too damaged to ever recover. It broke him even further that he had to use the last of the water to save himself, though that grief quickly became anger. He realized his loved ones risked their lives to give something to people who couldn’t care less about their sacrifice, and there was only one answer to his pain.
Zaephir made his way to Sandstreak, attacking any merchant vessels, scouts, or other travelers he could. Maiming some and killing others, word of his crimes reached the city well before he did, ruining his intentions to hurt even more people out of misguided retribution. Captured and sentenced to death within hours, volunteering for the Veilwatch was merely his desperate attempt to extend his life. However, by the time the kingdom found a mage willing to perform the ritual, he feared he had made a mistake. The ritual likely wouldn’t work and kill him anyway, which is why it was such an appealing prospect for Lysain at the time, but despite the excruciating pain, Zaephir survived. He’d been mutilated, transfigured beyond personal recognition, and stripped of his magical connection to the ocean's bounties, but he survived. So they shipped him off to Feranthor to be forgotten.
All he had left upon arrival were shadows and rage, both of which he inflicted upon Rift creatures and sentinels alike throughout his training. When it was time to take his final oaths, his captain at the time gave him a name meant to stain him for the rest of his watch: Hollow. His anger and petty grudges left him as a man with nothing to offer, save his life. This new name would remind him and all members of the Veilwatch of this until his watch comes to an end. Hollow, due to his inability to cooperate with most other sentinels, was often sent to scout extreme environments where corruption and creatures were left alone to fester. It was believed he’d die fulfilling his duty, but he kept returning and providing results. From deep-sea trenches to corrupted forests, his body is well-equipped to handle many environments now, and the watch sends Hollow before anyone else. Odds are he succeeds, but if not he at least served a purpose. His rank as Ranger Captain was achieved merely through his ability in the field and not his capacity to lead. He disobeys orders, abandons scouting parties he’s assigned to command for his own objectives, and still allows the disdain he has for all species in Liathra to fester in his heart, unable to determine what’s his own resentment and what is the Rift’s shadow poisoning his soul. It doesn’t matter to Hollow, though. He has no desire to be liked, respected, or even tolerated within the Veilwatch. The only thing Hollow wants is to root out corruption in the realm, no matter what form it takes.
