Chaos. It may not be evident at first, but Sol does have a few screws loose here and there. Choosing to take the hardest roads for the easiest problems just to see how things pan out. But I won't spoil the interactions for anyone. Currently, I write any where from one-liners to novella and it changes with my mood. Combat is fine. I can do. May let you win. May try to stomp you into the ground. XD All depends on where the goal of our story is.
As the chart says I do erotica and smut. XD You'll probably never see if I didn't add you for that purpose, and even then I still expect some vague story. XD And I mind you can send me one line of your character saying something IC, and I'll try to make that work....Oh! Relationship stuff is fine. I do every connection IC aside from family members. We have to actually discuss those since having his family around would be strange given his backstory. So for family, it has to be Cousins - Sons - Daughters- and Siblings. The rest of his family wouldn't bother with him.
Outside of blood relations, I don't really like to settle down IC. Unless of course it fits the character, and even then I am into Open relationships primarily unless convinced otherwise by said pursued/pursuing person[Kore] >:-0 Come love me!!!!!. Meaning the amount of spouses beyond her/him would be 3 so 4 in total. XD BUT enough of that sh*t.
What type of stories do I like? All kinds actually. I do everything aside from slice-of-life. Why? Because I find it boring it long doses. But my primary focus with Sol is Fantasy Settings of any type. XD I even want to try some cyberpunk with him eventually. I'll do another one of these with some plot ideas I want to pursue, but for now here is the backstory of Sol. OH! And I love some f***ing picture comments. Shove those down my throat you story-loving bastards.
Sol was an estranged individual who stood out amongst his kin. Not for anything special physically, or some unique gift. But rather his mind alone made it this way. You see the Dusk Root Elves were a proud people that shunned magic, and any teachings beyond that of battle, and honor. Taught from an early age to uphold principles such as restraint, and survival even at the cost of others around them. It was how they made a name for themselves as Merchants, and Bodyguards alike.
But our dear Sol sought a different path. One of enlightenment, and profane knowledge that shunned simple brawn. Of course, he wasn't alone in this thinking, but those who had once stood beside him faded into the crowd once they grew older. Wishing to survive they tossed him aside. Still, all he did was smile. A fact that many adults and even children took for granted at the time. A simple smile that wished all others around him the best, but it in itself was a lie. For Sol hid his truth behind those sh*tty smiles of his. They were just a tool he often utilized to gain an advantage over others even as a child. or that was just the story the locals told.
His parents had a different story, but they hardly ever spoke of the boy. Claimed he was never around much, to begin with. They'd distanced themselves from him. Though his mother claimed that despite his openly kind nature, he was never the type to be forgiving to those that crossed him. Even the lightest slight would be paid back as brutally as one could ever imagine. The incident with a neighborhood boy having a smile carved onto the back of his head like a pumpkin was what really made him an outcast. They couldn't imagine how, or why a child could be so vindictive. I mean all he did was shove Sol. So why go so far? And do you know what Sol had to say? Well, nothing at first. Not even a smile. Not until the boy came to apologize to Sol, and he dismissed it. Claiming that he only did what it took to Survive.
Strictly speaking he isn't a deranged person, but often chooses to ignore the limits set by others. Focusing solely on varied interpretations that those around him could only become squeamish thinking about. But he perfectly understood right from wrong. Those concepts just didn't fit perfectly with his people's motto of survival so he just ignored it. Beyond this little fascinated him more than experimenting with illegal chemicals, and herbs that were tucked away in his family storehouse. It was there that he found his passion in Alchemy, Herbology, and Mycology after finding a certain book. Bound by what felt like an overly smooth leather he was enamored by the inhuman grin printed on the cover that look as if it would consume him if he ever let it go.
Sol would spend most if not all of his time pursuing his newfound passion. Skipping meal after meal until concoction after concoction had been completed. All were illegal of course, and most were too dangerous to even be opened by the time he was 16 years of age. Though his family, and in the later stages his entire village did not approve they couldn't exactly stop him with words alone. Nor could anyone report him to the authorities as they were the ones collecting the illegal ingredients in the first place. So they often just to just wreck his lab, or destroy the research notes he made in an attempt to stop any of his progress.
Over time they thought him; Frail, Weak, and Silent as if they'd forgotten what happened to the boy from oh so long ago. Step by step the attacks escalated from destroying his lab to beating the boy himself. Amazingly enough, Sol went through 12 years of such treatment before finally being tossed in prison for his crimes. There was no trial or any formal proceedings. They just locked him away as if relieving themselves of a burden too great to bear any longer. Unluckily enough Sol did not stay imprisoned. One night he slipped out of his shackles, invaded their homes, and slit the throats of those who had treated them this way. While others who merely sat back as on-lookers were subjected to drown In a mild dose of
Imp Ichor, a drug he perfected during the times they'd left him bloodied and bruised beyond recognition.
To this day, no one knows just how he escaped. Some say he had an ally that helped him. An outsider that knew nothing of the village, and just wanted to lend a hand. Yet the smart ones don't think of it at all. Choosing to simply forget what happened then. TO cast aside the boogeyman that could one day return to further his revenge.
