SALEN AUCLAIR
"Bel hath no fury, like a man scorned"
Name: Salen Auclair
Race: Half Human, Half Sil'Norai
Gender: Male
Blight: Corvo
Age: 25
Height: 5"8
Weight: 190 lbs
Birthdate: 39th Glade, 4596
Birthplace: Bardona, Cisperant (Daravin)
Location: Amoren, The Southern Marches (Daravin)
Raw Magic:
Nightfall - Journeyman
Remnant - Master
Mentalism - Novice
Profession:
Assassin, Spy
Titles:
None
Factions:
The Brotherhood of Scaeva
Enemies:
Dahlia Senerite, The Omen of Ulendreaism.
Racial Ability:
Sundered
Religion:
The Path (Brazim and Kyrikain)
Partners: Tiberius Ela'Dallis {Deceased as from Searing 34th}
Sexuality: Homosexual
Languages:
Fluent: Genteverse, Common
Race: Half Human, Half Sil'Norai
Gender: Male
Blight: Corvo
Age: 25
Height: 5"8
Weight: 190 lbs
Birthdate: 39th Glade, 4596
Birthplace: Bardona, Cisperant (Daravin)
Location: Amoren, The Southern Marches (Daravin)
Raw Magic:
Nightfall - Journeyman
Remnant - Master
Mentalism - Novice
Profession:
Assassin, Spy
Titles:
None
Factions:
The Brotherhood of Scaeva
Enemies:
Dahlia Senerite, The Omen of Ulendreaism.
Racial Ability:
Sundered
Religion:
The Path (Brazim and Kyrikain)
Partners: Tiberius Ela'Dallis {Deceased as from Searing 34th}
Sexuality: Homosexual
Languages:
Fluent: Genteverse, Common
DETAILS
A Half-Sil'Norai who stands around 5"8, with a body of athletic muscle. Due to his blight, he appears to appear without any imperfections what so ever, a much more angular jawline, along with high cheekbones, which accentuate his masculine looking features. His eyes are strangely blue with golden heterochromatic hues within the center, as if the eyes were lit like candlelight in the dark, it is a strange and mesmerising thing to look at, especially when Salen uses them to his advantage to draw people in. His hair is dark brown with silver strands of hair, both which are silky smooth. His skin has that radiant silvery glow followed by some of the flowery patterns on his skin which can rarely be seen unless exposed to light.
His smile is radiant, mystifying as his teeth are perfectly white. He was magnificent to the eye of Brazim, only from his previous features which weren't so much appealing as he is now. The Corvo Blight has changed him dramatically, before he had the essence of leadened veins and a disfigured face, now he is an image of perfection and glory. A image of pride that Brazim would be most proud of.
Those who are drawn to him will feel a vibrant warmth of his skin, followed by the smell of Daravin's wilds, often indicated by the fragrance of colourful summer fruits such as orange and lemon, followed the dangerous odor lingers on his body, a scent that invites both danger and comfort within his embrace; it is the smell of leather that often has a foreboding yet inviting effect to those who approach him.
Marks of Control
Nightfall
Mark of Nightfall
This had been acquired at the age of 16 by his master, Everic Salvatore, in hopes he would never be able to use magic. It was a spiteful decision that backfired on him.
This had been acquired at the age of 16 by his master, Everic Salvatore, in hopes he would never be able to use magic. It was a spiteful decision that backfired on him.
Remnant
Mark of Remnant
Given to Salen by Dahlia Senerite, the woman who brought him to be tested as a Corvo at the age of 22.
Given to Salen by Dahlia Senerite, the woman who brought him to be tested as a Corvo at the age of 22.
Mentalism
Mark of Mentalism
Given to Salen by Tiberius Ela'Dallis, as a gift of remembrance, knowing that he would always be by his side.
Given to Salen by Tiberius Ela'Dallis, as a gift of remembrance, knowing that he would always be by his side.
MENTALITY
Likes: Sex, Drugs, Massages
Dislikes: Commitment, Slavery, Cheesy Romance Novels.
Merits: Protective, Cunning, Passionate, Open-Minded
Flaws: Cynical, Impulsive, Manipulative
Personality
Sly, manipulative and promiscuous; Salen often achieves his goals with extreme tact and questionable antics, willing to gain anything by centralizing himself as the main prize. No matter how dirty the deed, he would revel in gaining the attention of others in order to achieve his goals. A tempter and an incredible manipulator, he is willing to leave no stone unturned, ensuring his goals are met with the use of ruthless and aggressive seduction methods and even manipulating various noblemen into sexual debauchery and tapping into their power hungry nature, exposing them for what they truely are.
Along this path, it has led Salen on a pathway to heartbreak and emotional torment for others as he manages to revel in his own selfish goals, no matter how amoral the act is; Salen is resourceful and survivalistic in nature, taking necessary and even unnecessary risks to achieve his goals. The biggest flaw that comes with this is his impulsivity, the ability to act without even thinking about the consequences of his actions. As well as this, Salen is very selective of the partners he chooses to become physical with; he has dabbled with both men and women but usually focuses his seductive wiles towards the male sex, partly because of preference.
Underneath the thin veneer of superficiality, there is a sensitive, caring and deeply passionate individual who appears to be emotionally scarred by certain experiences he has had; his hot-temper and inner rage tends to explode wildly when failures and self-doubt occurs, often making Salen deal with challenges in his life in the wrong way. He had developed a deep hatred for the Entente and the Omen has enforced this idea upon him for he relives traumatic experiences every single day of his life from the cruel slavery that he had endured during childhood.
However, his struggle to open up to people is blamed on the negative feelings he has; he believes everyone has a goal, an ulterior motive. Because of this, trusting people is not within his nature and whilst he does have the ability to trust, it is never in his nature to trust someone fully as he has been wronged by so many people in the past. He lives in pure cynicism and paranoia, knowing that there will always be someone better than him.
Sly, manipulative and promiscuous; Salen often achieves his goals with extreme tact and questionable antics, willing to gain anything by centralizing himself as the main prize. No matter how dirty the deed, he would revel in gaining the attention of others in order to achieve his goals. A tempter and an incredible manipulator, he is willing to leave no stone unturned, ensuring his goals are met with the use of ruthless and aggressive seduction methods and even manipulating various noblemen into sexual debauchery and tapping into their power hungry nature, exposing them for what they truely are.
Along this path, it has led Salen on a pathway to heartbreak and emotional torment for others as he manages to revel in his own selfish goals, no matter how amoral the act is; Salen is resourceful and survivalistic in nature, taking necessary and even unnecessary risks to achieve his goals. The biggest flaw that comes with this is his impulsivity, the ability to act without even thinking about the consequences of his actions. As well as this, Salen is very selective of the partners he chooses to become physical with; he has dabbled with both men and women but usually focuses his seductive wiles towards the male sex, partly because of preference.
Underneath the thin veneer of superficiality, there is a sensitive, caring and deeply passionate individual who appears to be emotionally scarred by certain experiences he has had; his hot-temper and inner rage tends to explode wildly when failures and self-doubt occurs, often making Salen deal with challenges in his life in the wrong way. He had developed a deep hatred for the Entente and the Omen has enforced this idea upon him for he relives traumatic experiences every single day of his life from the cruel slavery that he had endured during childhood.
However, his struggle to open up to people is blamed on the negative feelings he has; he believes everyone has a goal, an ulterior motive. Because of this, trusting people is not within his nature and whilst he does have the ability to trust, it is never in his nature to trust someone fully as he has been wronged by so many people in the past. He lives in pure cynicism and paranoia, knowing that there will always be someone better than him.
HISTORY
Salen was confined to slavery at a young age, a bastard child from a Sil'Elainian refugee. He was born with leadened veins and a disfigured face. He was taken away from his mother at a young age and began serving House Salvatore. It was a harsh life, often resulting to whippings and abuse from when he made even the slightest mistake. The house's leader, Everic was the most abusive man; rumour had it, that he immolated one of his slaves for the fear that he was a blood mage. There was mysteries weither he was, or weither Everic was a cruel and sadistic man. Salen had witnessed countless initiations of slaves, granting their freedom. It was then that his ambition spawned, to be free.
He was the type of person who would help others in need, often being the one struggling around, trying to do jobs for them. Even the most difficult jobs such as chimney sweeping. Eventually, Salen's patience began to wear thin; he'd see another slave initiated every three years. Salen hoped it was his turn, but eventually he was kept always on the line. At 18, he was still wondering if he would ever obtain his freedom. He became bitter and jealous as his desires burnt like a fire rumbling inside of him. It was the time when Salen had discovered what he had truely felt about his masters, before he shoved Umbraplasm down his throat. It circled, wormed it's way into Salen's soul as he was taunted by his master "You're not worthy of magic, you ugly leper."
That had proven him wrong, he was worthy. Worthy of magic and his freedom; it was then his first magic spawned within him, Nightfall, the ability to manipulate congealed darkness. To his master's shock he was expecting Salen to fail the initiation like the other slaves who weren't worthy of such a gift as it seems Ulen had chosen him in his eyes. His master was angry and banished him away from his home. Salen was finally free, but now that he had achieved that goal, there was still that insatiable void inside him that needed filling. He had nowhere to go, no purpose, nothing except the thing he gained. Freedom. It wasn't enough for Salen. With the way he looked, he knew he wasn't going to be accepted in any society, because of his looks. The disfigured features of his face, followed by the leadened veins, which encrusted his skin in hues of black cracks. There was a new ambition that spawned, one which seemed impossible without disobeying the natural law.
One night in Salen's peaceful slumber, he was inhabited with a strange dream. A realm of statuesque beauty, a garden rife with the smell of sandalwood and other fragrances. The gardens rife with sex and burning passion from every corner as alluring eyes would be upon him. They would smile in admiration as they nodded, before his eyes flickered open. A series of puzzles and corridors were set out for the Half-Sil'Norai, a series of puzzles and riddles he endured before finally being introduced to the woman who brought him here. He woke up changed in the puzzle area, but with no mirror to notice beyond maybe feeling different or admiring his own body. All of his imperfections, gone. His body would become ripped and athletic, his disfigurement and leadened veins suddenly disappear. There was no sign of anything but a beautiful man.
The woman would introduce herself as Dahlia, a dark haired woman with raven black hair and flawless pale skin, before taking him in and training him in the ways of the brotherhood. Dahlia saw potential in him to become a great spymaster one day, she gave him the gift that would help him further with that aspiration. She initiated him into Remnant, a magic which allowed pure control over their dreams and desires whilst being able to read others; knowledge was a powerful tool and she bestowed that gift upon him. Avarice and deep wanting would plague Salen's mind as he searched deeply for the thing that'll fill his void created by his own experiences and trauma. Perhaps that was the reason why Brazim chose him, for he was never fully satisfied. His ambition continues as of this day.
