SINDRI "SIN" THENASTEN

[SINDRI THENASTEN]

( * AND HE SMILES AND MAKES BELIEVE )

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( * THE STAGE IS SET AND THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW )
the puppet master .

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[/b] and i guess i have some pet names but that's the name i like. anyways, i've been pulling these strings for ten plus years and you don't know how many puppets i've made dance. it's hard when we're all on these different times, and so you know that i'm not some lunatic who's never on, i'm on central so there you are! oh, right, i almost forgot! sometimes you can catch me impersonating radella and i'm loving it too! you need proof of my puppetry skills? fine! i swear, you're gonna be amazed, though.

She looked to the outside of her store, as if she waited on someone. He truly didn't care if anyone else came in. He was here first, therefore he would be served first, no matter who came in. Voldemort himself could waltz in and he truly wouldn't care. First come, first serve as always.

He noticed how she shivered delightfully as he smiled. So she too was turned on by dark and dangerous, hm? Well he could certainly show her that.. and more. All she needed to do was ask. "I could show you if you're willing to accompany me someday," he told her, his voice and accent as thick as molasses. "I'm always up for a good demonstration of skill.. especially in front of a woman that seems to possess many herself."

He noticed a change in her eyes as the bell above her door rang. Turning, he saw what he would call a pathetic excuse for a wizard.. or even a Muggle for that matter.. coming towards her with a toothy grin. He must've thought himself better than anything or anyone else.. but it was rather obvious that he was neither.

He watched calmly as they exchanged words and she began to fling him around the store using the Imperious curse. Nodding slowly, he could definitely appreciate a woman who obviously had no fear of Azkaban. After she had released him, he left.. which he considered a smart idea. Turning to her, he still smiled, but he felt himself rather close to laughing. As he saw it, the man had had it coming. "Very nice work.. though I would've killed him. That would've made sure he didn't return to bother you or anyone else."

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( * AND I CAN PROMISE YOU I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET )
the character basics .

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[/color] FULL NAME :
sindri ['myth'] athos ['immortal'] thenasten [meaning unknown]
--- * NICKNAMES :
sin
--- * AGE :
one-hundred twenty; looks thirty two
--- * DATE OF BIRTH :
august thirtieth, 1889
--- * GENDER :
male
--- * SEXUALITY :
straight
--- * RACE :
solitary fae
--- * CANON / ORIGINAL ?
oc aka original ^^

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( * MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL THIS IS HOW A HERO FALLS )
appearances are everything and nothing .

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[/color] PLAY BY :
jeff hardy
--- * BODY TYPE :
to most, he'd be considered average, looking at his frame, but underneath the slightly loose clothing, he's really very trim and athletically fit. when he wears sleeveless shirts, you can see the beginnings of his muscles showing, but it isn't really apparent until he's shirtless (or completely naked, whatever your preference).
--- * HEIGHT & WEIGHT :
6'1", 220 usually.. but his weight tends to fluxuate. it's never gotten any higher than 225 or lower than 220.
--- * HAIR :
slightly below shoulder length, with a slight wave to it when its dry, but goes almost ruler straight when its wet. always in a variety of colors at the same time, but the colors depend on his mood when he decides to change it.
--- * EYES :
an odd catlike green color; most say they resemble tree moss [with the varying shades of green].
--- * UNIQUE FEATURES :
many tattoos cover his body, from the tree roots going up his hand and arm onto his neck to the chinese dragon on his left calf.. a tiger on the underside of his right forearm.. a face of some sort on his right hand. . and the newest, a zombie-like fantasy style face and hands "ripping" their way through the left side of his neck. they all have some sort of meaning to him, but what it is, few actually have the guts to ask.

his other unique features include his oddly patterned beard style, which he claims takes about half an hour to a full hour to completely trim and his multicolored hair, which changes according to his mood (with dye, not magic). he's also been known to paint his nails black at times for no reason at all.
--- * SHORT OVERALL :
multicolored hair.. tattoos.. slightly muscular build.. strangely patterned beard style.. startling green eyes.. he certainly stands out amongst the crowd. he'll say he's not all that special if you ask, but someone who knows him really well [and there are few of them] would say that's wrong. his personality certainly doesn't match his wild style unless he's in the mood for a little risky adventure.

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( * I LAUGHED WHEN YOU SAID THAT WORDS ARE ONLY WORDS )
everybody has a personality .

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[/color] LIKES / TURN ONS :
likes:
[li]coming up with new tattoo designs
[/li][li]recoloring his hair
[/li][li]sitting in the forest
[/li][li]making others smile [it lets him know he's not boring or being ignored]
[/li][li]drawing

turn ons :
[/li][li]someone easy to talk to
[/li][li]doesn't mind silence
[/li][li]isn't 'weirded out' by his appearance
[/li][li]sweet/kind
[/li][li]funny/has a good sense of humor

--- * DISLIKES / TURN OFFS :
dislikes:
[/li][li]injustice [he feels if you can't be fair then you shouldn't make important decisions]
[/li][li]lying [either by him or someone else]
[/li][li]seeing women upset [he feels a need to help however he can]
[/li][li]being pre-judged [he thinks if you dislike his appearance enough that it makes you avoid him, then you truly don't want to know him]

turn offs :
[/li][li]idiots [intelligence is important to carry on a conversation to/with him]
[/li][li]rudeness/mean-ness [he feels it simply isn't needed]
[/li][li]liars [he can't stand being lied to]
[/li][li]greed [the constant 'i want, i want' attitude gives him a headache]

--- * STRENGTHS / WEAKNESSES :
strengths:
[/li][li]anything dealing with plants, trees, dirt, etc [he's an earth elemental]
[/li][li]being quiet [he lets his actions speak for him]
[/li][li]art/drawing [if he has an idea, he's best left to illustrate than explain]
[/li][li]an apparent fearlessness [he can't think of a time when he's ever been truly scared]

weaknesses:
[/li][li]thinking [it's never been his strong point, but he's far from stupid]
[/li][li]speaking his mind [even if he has an opinion, he'll keep it to himself until he's asked]
[/li][li]pretty girls [even if they're evil, he was always told to be nice to women]
[/li][li]next to no inhibitions [it often gets him into trouble]

--- * FEARS :
[/li][li]losing his ability -- other than his appearance, he feels its the only thing setting him apart from anyone else.
[/li][li]not finding someone to be with -- he likes his alone time but when he sees other couples, he can't help but feel a bit jealous.
[/li][li]the forest(s) being destroyed -- if this happens, his ability will be next to useless.
[/li][li]being enslaved by either fae group -- he loves his freedom and doesn't want to lose it.

--- * PERSONALITY :
shy, creative, caring, quiet [when he has little or nothing to say], daring, talkative [with those he knows], free thinking, considerate, colorful, patient[/size][/font][/li][/ul]

( * AND BEHIND THESE EYES ARE MY TRUTHS AND LIES )
history is an explanation .

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[/color] PARENTS :
Selah, 150, earth elemental
Pontus, 210, water elemental
both are still living, but he rarely visits them. he's been on his own for so long, he feels he has no need for them anymore.
--- * SIBLINGS :
none
--- * LOVERS :
he's had short-lived girlfriends, but nothing serious.
--- * PETS :
anything he finds in the woods. he doesn't have any permanent ones.
--- * OVERALL HISTORY :
the day he was born, it is said that all plants, trees, and even the grass itself clamored to greet him with its gentle, warm colors and touch. it was obvious to his parents that he had inherited his mother's ability as an earth elemental. he began truly refining it at the young age of seven, being taught by his mother, who was incredibly patient and kind. she even laughed at the moment he'd gotten himself entangled in a clump of vines.

she became concerned, however, when he displayed a sensitivity even she herself didn't have. when his father had gone outside to prune the rosebushes and other greenery, sindri felt the pain that went through the bush at the feel of the clippers and even developed cuts and scrapes on his skin as if he were the one being pruned. not wanting his son to go through this, pontos stopped his work immediately and allowed the greenery to grow as it would. at the point where the greenery would grow over the door to thier home, trapping them inside, sindri had developed his ability enough to 'ask' the plants to move aside so they could come and go as they pleased.

when he was grown enough to leave home, he did [after saying his farewells], simply content to explore the areas around his home, surrounded by his beloved plants and trees, knowing they would help him if he encountered something he could not defeat himself. he has been on his own since then, completely happy to have the freedom to move as he wishes, unbound by either of the quarreling fae groups.
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( * OUR FINAL MOMENTS ARE THE ONE WE USE THE FULLEST )
the other little stuff .

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[/color] RULES ARE THERE FOR A REASON :
-adminedit-
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