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Name: Izel Lyden Valliea

Age: 22

Height: 6'1"

Affinities: Dry | Sun

Magic Element: Fairy

Time Period: Turning of the 1700s to the 1800s

Birth Region: Europe

Reign: Colony

Rank: Heir of Ceylon, GovernorPERSONALITY
COWARDLY || LITERAL || NERVOUS || OVERLY APOLOGETIC || HONEST || NEGATIVE
Izel and his emotions aren't anything like an oiled well-working machine. In fact, despite being book-smart and having a lot of intelligent ideas crammed into that head of his, it seldom seems like it. His emotions are almost always in turmoil, and he's quick to jump to outrageous conclusions based off of them. He often misinterprets things people say unintentionally, regularly taking things far too literally even in the case of a joke.

If you get past that (somehow) and befriend him, you'll find this man in fact does know the meaning of "calm" and can maintain conversation without crying and/or apologizing approximately every second. While he still has a plethora of self-esteem issues, really he just wants someone to actually talk to and feel like they're listening. His fears are numerous as are his anxieties, so if you make him feel safe and make him feel like he's not a burden to your existence then he'll never want to leave your side.Strengths:
+ Self-preservation instincts.
+ Quick reaction time.
+ High pain tolerance.
+ Perfect pitch, and a natural talent for music in general.Weaknesses:
- Absurdly emotional.
- Panics easily and acts irrationally.
- Cowardly.
- Warped concept of normality & reality, leading to many wrong assumptions and misjudging of people's character and intentions.Transport: Magical Cryonics (or... ice magic time capsule I guess)

Background:
The cold English mornings were always the worst- when the windows frosted over and everything seemed to still, and slow, and die against the power of the cold. Even as the sun rose and the daylight woke, the cold fog lingering in the air numbed a person’s lungs, and the sun despite all its optimistic tenacity, never did seem to stand a chance.
Reuel Valliea was the warming sun, the father Izel so desperately loved, who mistook ice for diamonds, and lost himself in a hopeless love. Christelle was more than content to play along.
If one must marry, who better to marry than a devoted and love-struck fool? Christelle was able to live a comfortable life wed to Reuel, even managing to be amused by him from time to time and enjoy his company. It wasn’t a terrible thing-- having a husband who would die for you. If nothing else, there was an enjoyable sense of superiority that came with controlling a man’s will to live. Having a child on the other hand?
What use did a child have to her?
Izel was raised in a house of ice and fire- a constant fluctuation of warm and cold temperaments depending on the presence of his father at home. In Reuel’s absence, the warmth of piano lessons and bedtime stories grew cold and Christelle’s honest nature shone uncontested. Izel ended up trapped-- stuck participating in mental and emotional mind games for any hope of acknowledgement or approval from his own mother. In time her manipulation resulted in a child groomed into fearful and anxious obedience- a child she could finally use.
By the time Izel was a teenager approaching adulthood, Christelle had already been long at work using her social status and connections to find the most beneficial marriage candidate for her son. When the day came and Izel met the woman Christelle had decided on, his blood turned cold when their hands first met. Isabella. Isabella Carter, she introduced herself; his future wife.
Izel had been raised to have no belief in his worth- ingrained to believe his existence had no value-- but to Isabella that was quite the opposite. After all, a witch had many uses for the magical blood he possessed.
Their marriage lasted less than a day.
Izel doesn't remember much, except the blossoming of red over clean walls and filth on his hands-- right beneath the skin of his fingertips, where he can never seem to reach.
--
He left Britain, both by his own wishes and the pressure to escape the life he had undone at home. His new home became Ceylon, where his heritage and privilege from home would still have value during the colonization of the area.
Despite living in a scary foreign place for the first time, things actually felt alright, somehow. For once the demons in his life weren’t intimate with him, they were on the outside.
But they got closer. Things grew less fortunate for those at the colony and the misfortune seemed to point to Izel, much like it always seemed to.
In an act of desperation the colony occupants looked for a way to rid themselves of the misfortune and came upon an answer in local folklore and gossip of the native people: the hill of Bahirawa. A demon was said to occupy the hill, demanding human sacrifice to be sated.
As much as he feared death, Izel could not make the same mistake he had made with Isabella in taking her life. He could not selfishly believe he was worth something.
Izel complied with the ludicrous proposition- despite having only the illusion of choice on the matter.
Whether or not he ever met the true Bahirawa, he’s unsure of, but as night left him stranded on the demon’s hill, he had company.
At first he was met with a woman. Her smile haunting and her feet backwards, never touching the ground. She spoke to him words he couldn’t distinguish, and she disappeared before other beings emerged from the night. The creatures- faeries of the island- had sharp teeth and alluring voices. They were used to dining on those who lost themselves in the forest- but they smelled the magic in his blood. What an exceptional treat to be kept.
Once more Izel was stuck in a life of obedience- every day fearing his blood would stop being enough for the faeries and that his life would be taken instead. He dreamed of escape, but saw no way out.
He anticipated dying in that dark and haunted forest- or maybe achieving mortality only to be eaten alive. Until one night, the hazy bright form of a ghost woke him from his slumber.
A ghost with backwards feet.
He tried to speak to her but she left and Izel, fearing the known of his present life more than the unknown of whatever may come, followed after. Magic, which he had come to fear with all his being, somehow must have protected him just this once. No harm befell him as he followed the spirit through the forest and under it, into a hidden cave of tree roots and ice. It was then, in safety and isolation that all the power in his being seemed to still, and slow- as he was taken by an all consuming cold.

-----

Connections...

.... of old and gone

    Reuel Valliea | Father

    Christelle Valliea | Mother

    Isabella Carter | Bethrothed

.... of new

    TBA

TRIVIA

- Has had a significantly bad track record with females throughout his existence and is kinda apprehensive of the opposite gender by default now.

- The magic that froze him til recently changed his hair from blonde to blue and also made his skin the deathly pale color it is. He still feels chilled.

- Nauseous at the thought of eating meat after bearing witness to human-eating faeries ahaha.

Given nicknames: "Shaking leaf" "tall simpering child"

Toyhouse: toyhou.se/305542.izel-valliea

Voice claim: Ben Platt ~ [X]

Pinterest board: [X]

Description

Look at how well he goes with this app i'm crying

Name: Izel Lyden Valliea

Age: 22

Height: 6'1"

Affinities: Dry | Sun

Magic Element: Fairy

Time Period: Turning of the 1700s to the 1800s

Birth Region: Europe

Reign: Colony

Rank: Heir of Ceylon, GovernorPERSONALITY
COWARDLY || LITERAL || NERVOUS || OVERLY APOLOGETIC || HONEST || NEGATIVE
Izel and his emotions aren't anything like an oiled well-working machine. In fact, despite being book-smart and having a lot of intelligent ideas crammed into that head of his, it seldom seems like it. His emotions are almost always in turmoil, and he's quick to jump to outrageous conclusions based off of them. He often misinterprets things people say unintentionally, regularly taking things far too literally even in the case of a joke.

If you get past that (somehow) and befriend him, you'll find this man in fact does know the meaning of "calm" and can maintain conversation without crying and/or apologizing approximately every second. While he still has a plethora of self-esteem issues, really he just wants someone to actually talk to and feel like they're listening. His fears are numerous as are his anxieties, so if you make him feel safe and make him feel like he's not a burden to your existence then he'll never want to leave your side.Strengths:
+ Self-preservation instincts.
+ Quick reaction time.
+ High pain tolerance.
+ Perfect pitch, and a natural talent for music in general.Weaknesses:
- Absurdly emotional.
- Panics easily and acts irrationally.
- Cowardly.
- Warped concept of normality & reality, leading to many wrong assumptions and misjudging of people's character and intentions.Transport: Magical Cryonics (or... ice magic time capsule I guess)

Background:
The cold English mornings were always the worst- when the windows frosted over and everything seemed to still, and slow, and die against the power of the cold. Even as the sun rose and the daylight woke, the cold fog lingering in the air numbed a person’s lungs, and the sun despite all its optimistic tenacity, never did seem to stand a chance.
Reuel Valliea was the warming sun, the father Izel so desperately loved, who mistook ice for diamonds, and lost himself in a hopeless love. Christelle was more than content to play along.
If one must marry, who better to marry than a devoted and love-struck fool? Christelle was able to live a comfortable life wed to Reuel, even managing to be amused by him from time to time and enjoy his company. It wasn’t a terrible thing-- having a husband who would die for you. If nothing else, there was an enjoyable sense of superiority that came with controlling a man’s will to live. Having a child on the other hand?
What use did a child have to her?
Izel was raised in a house of ice and fire- a constant fluctuation of warm and cold temperaments depending on the presence of his father at home. In Reuel’s absence, the warmth of piano lessons and bedtime stories grew cold and Christelle’s honest nature shone uncontested. Izel ended up trapped-- stuck participating in mental and emotional mind games for any hope of acknowledgement or approval from his own mother. In time her manipulation resulted in a child groomed into fearful and anxious obedience- a child she could finally use.
By the time Izel was a teenager approaching adulthood, Christelle had already been long at work using her social status and connections to find the most beneficial marriage candidate for her son. When the day came and Izel met the woman Christelle had decided on, his blood turned cold when their hands first met. Isabella. Isabella Carter, she introduced herself; his future wife.
Izel had been raised to have no belief in his worth- ingrained to believe his existence had no value-- but to Isabella that was quite the opposite. After all, a witch had many uses for the magical blood he possessed.
Their marriage lasted less than a day.
Izel doesn't remember much, except the blossoming of red over clean walls and filth on his hands-- right beneath the skin of his fingertips, where he can never seem to reach.
--
He left Britain, both by his own wishes and the pressure to escape the life he had undone at home. His new home became Ceylon, where his heritage and privilege from home would still have value during the colonization of the area.
Despite living in a scary foreign place for the first time, things actually felt alright, somehow. For once the demons in his life weren’t intimate with him, they were on the outside.
But they got closer. Things grew less fortunate for those at the colony and the misfortune seemed to point to Izel, much like it always seemed to.
In an act of desperation the colony occupants looked for a way to rid themselves of the misfortune and came upon an answer in local folklore and gossip of the native people: the hill of Bahirawa. A demon was said to occupy the hill, demanding human sacrifice to be sated.
As much as he feared death, Izel could not make the same mistake he had made with Isabella in taking her life. He could not selfishly believe he was worth something.
Izel complied with the ludicrous proposition- despite having only the illusion of choice on the matter.
Whether or not he ever met the true Bahirawa, he’s unsure of, but as night left him stranded on the demon’s hill, he had company.
At first he was met with a woman. Her smile haunting and her feet backwards, never touching the ground. She spoke to him words he couldn’t distinguish, and she disappeared before other beings emerged from the night. The creatures- faeries of the island- had sharp teeth and alluring voices. They were used to dining on those who lost themselves in the forest- but they smelled the magic in his blood. What an exceptional treat to be kept.
Once more Izel was stuck in a life of obedience- every day fearing his blood would stop being enough for the faeries and that his life would be taken instead. He dreamed of escape, but saw no way out.
He anticipated dying in that dark and haunted forest- or maybe achieving mortality only to be eaten alive. Until one night, the hazy bright form of a ghost woke him from his slumber.
A ghost with backwards feet.
He tried to speak to her but she left and Izel, fearing the known of his present life more than the unknown of whatever may come, followed after. Magic, which he had come to fear with all his being, somehow must have protected him just this once. No harm befell him as he followed the spirit through the forest and under it, into a hidden cave of tree roots and ice. It was then, in safety and isolation that all the power in his being seemed to still, and slow- as he was taken by an all consuming cold.

-----

Connections...

.... of old and gone

    Reuel Valliea | Father

    Christelle Valliea | Mother

    Isabella Carter | Bethrothed

.... of new

    TBA

TRIVIA

- Has had a significantly bad track record with females throughout his existence and is kinda apprehensive of the opposite gender by default now.

- The magic that froze him til recently changed his hair from blonde to blue and also made his skin the deathly pale color it is. He still feels chilled.

- Nauseous at the thought of eating meat after bearing witness to human-eating faeries ahaha.

Given nicknames: "Shaking leaf" "tall simpering child"

Toyhouse: toyhou.se/305542.izel-valliea

Voice claim: Ben Platt ~ [X]

Pinterest board: [X]