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Pierson Morales

(He/him)

Appearance

A well built middle aged man, standing tall enough to hit his head on everything. Looks about 45. Salt and mostly pepper, curly hair, short beard. Grey, sunken eyes. Calloused hands that don’t shake. Tanned skin. Usually found wearing work boots and baggy pants of some kind. And two bracelets, one on each arm, and a beaded necklace, both worn constantly.

Personality

Pierce is an antisocial guy. He actively chose to move into the middle of nowhere because he didn't want to see anyone. He used to be a social butterfly, but people change. And he seems to have changed a lot.

Rough around the edges is a little too soft truthfully, especially since he hasn't held a conversation with someone other than an animal in a long time. He isn't mean about it but he does get impatient sometimes, and maybe a little angry depending on the circumstances but he didn't leave his manners behind when he moved.

Other than that, he is a passionate person. He spent years and years learning all kinds of skills for fighting, self defense and even magic. But he gave that up when he came to the mountains. He regrets it most days, which makes perfect sense that he is a grumpy man.

There are other reasons of course, but not even a therapist could make him give that up.

Other

A decade or two ago, there was this guy. A regular ol' human. He was basically kind of a hero to most. They would call him the Omen, because you could always tell when he was coming, an omen, one mght say, should show the way.

At least they used to. Then he dropped off what felt like the face of the earth. Really suddenly, no more Omens.

In reality all he did was buy a farmhouse with a lot of land in a mountain range. As far from civilization as he cared to get, with the nearest town being twelve miles away, called Badger. Owning livestock of varying thypes and a couple dogs.

Oh and he has a wyvernn named Katya. She's the dragon that guards his castle.

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A tall (6'1) tanned man with sandy, golden locks that wave just over his forehead. His hair extends no more than four inches from the root in any place on his head, and any facial hair is nonexistent- not because he shaves, but because he can't grow it. He has bright, emerald green eyes usually dancing with mischief or play, and a taste for clothing that hugs his muscled form. He has a dimple on one cheek and a face made for smiling- which he usually is.

He happens to have a somewhat bright, vaguely enchanting aura- contributed to the 25% of his DNA which is High Fae. Probably why he's so handsome- and more alluring than most. It isn't quite obvious enough for him to seem anything more than human- but make no mistake. Alongside this dose of looks, he can be fond of the bargains fae are so well known for.

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Xae is more than little... reckless. He lives by a way of life known as "Give no fucks". He is generally in a great mood, and covers any inconvenience or obstacle with humor or a snide remark. Despite his almost happy-go-lucky attitude, his patience is thin and his fuse is short. This has resulted in multiple scars from multiple emotion fueled tavern fights.

He can be a persistent son of a bitch. He goes on tangents frequently, usually unable to focus on one goal for a long time (commitment issues). The one constant has always been his need to avenge his mother- a woman gone too soon from this world. It happened brutally, when he was young. The only thing that consistently haunts him is her death.

He, sometimes, exhibits crow-like behavior. He likes shiny jewelry and new things, interesting people, nice weapons, the like. He is particularly skilled in longsword combat, though he shows similiar prowess with most blades.

Last but not least, Xae is particularly fond of flirting. Anyone who he deems interesting or attractive enough- sometimes, even those he doesn't.

A tavern-hound, indeed.

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Xaden's mother died when he was young- 6 or 7. He, unfortunately, had to watch her demise. She was killed brutally by an ex-mercenary organization his father had previously been apart of. His mother was collateral damage, and he himself was collateral to dear old Dad. Dad, who was half high Fae, gave zero shits.

Which meant Xae was landed in a ruthless bunch of murder-for-hires, who had no idea what to do with a child. They raised him until he was 15, when he caused enough chaos that they let him escape.

He's been on his own since.

Xaden was practically skipping through the wooded path, following the mental map some meadhead had given him (following some monetary bribery). It was surprisingly easy, seeing as the mysterious old crotch had practically fallen off the earth. He was just in the woods. Not one to complain, especially after the gorgeous wyvern he had just charmed, he kept right on marching until the thick woods gave way to a clean, well kept clearing. Of course there was a tower in the center- a barn somewhere over there, a stable thataway. He didn't particularly observe them. He just kept right on walking to the front door, as if he owned the place. He lightly adjusted the forest green tunic he was wearing, fixing the brown leather vest he had over it and checking his dagger sheaths as he knocked on the old, gnarled mahogany door.

A little bit unsurprisingly, the door looked like it had a baricade on it, all things considered. It could've opened, but it did not. That didn't mean no-one was home though. The youngster was being watched. From eriely close too. In fact, from a few feet away.

Standing right behind the stranger, a man old enough to be the boy's father. Who's shiny rapier was drawn, inches from the back of the trespasser's head.

"Who the hell are you?" A gruff voice sounded out, possibly angry. Who knows. The look on his face looked angry too, it shouldn't be too hard to read.

Being the lovable, oblivious dumbass he was, Xae didn't notice the older man until the sound of a sword unsheathing met his ears. He turned around lazily, hands up, palm out to show his innocence. He tilted his head at the older man, doing a once over and then offering a bright smile, crossing his arms and leaning back against the door behind him. "You're not as old as I thought. Old, but not that old." He observed, blinking his startling green puppy eyes at the man in front of him. He reached a fingertip out, gently easing the sword to the side by touching the flat of the blade. "You're the old omen guy who ran away from the world, right? If not, I am in the totally wrong place." He commented idly, as if there was no blade poised to sever his pretty head from his neck.

The nonchalant movement unnerved him. How the hell did this flamboyant teen, 1. Find him and 2. Live to meet him. His sword lowered, he let the tip rest on his boot very lightly. Usually when someone is this calm when in the face of someone who he really should be afraid of, either should be carefully watched. Or are extremely stupid. He really wanted to go with the latter but he decided not to by way of better judgment.

He thought about repeating himself, but instead gave into the bitchiest glare he could muster, which was pretty bitchy. Hints of disgusted and irritation written all over his face. He stood completely motionless, not even fidgeting.

"Judging by the silence and the way your face is turning kinda splotchy red, I'm gonna go ahead and say you are totally the old crotchety guy I was looking for." Xae grinned, pulling out finger guns with a grin, showing off his dimple. "Cool. Now that that's out of the way, my name's Xae, and you," He chirped, pointing at the man in front of him. "Are going to teach me all the magicky bullshit. Now." He clapped his hands together, taking a deep breath and releasing it as he looked up and around. "Where do we start?" He asked lightly, bouncing up on the balls of his feet.

Said grouchy bastard was very displeased with how the child was analyzing him. Though he also was trying to read the juvenile delinquent. Overly confident. Overly casual. Verging in disrespectful. Possibly disrespectful. Increasingly disrespectful.

He took a deep breath. "Why would I." It sounded more like a statement, blatantly rejecting, but still curious enough to not throw him in the river out back. Yet. He looked like he would make it.

"Because, I'll make a bargain with you. Teach me all you know about the realm of magic and that which is related to it, and for that time I'll be in your debt. Think of me as your own little chorerunner. In your employ, for as long as you're teaching me and a year thereafter." Xae offered, grinning. "If that doesn't interest you, I'm sure we can work out other terms. Name it and I'll answer." He shrugged, mischief dancing behind his eyes.