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Name: ???
Alias: Aurelio Jabez Lanius. The Black Divine.
Species: Oracle. Human with the reincarnated soul of the Old God Zazikel possessed in his form. Immensely powerful demonic hybrid mix.
Age: 26 in Main Verse.
Nationality: Tevinter.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Pansexual/demiromantic.
Status: Single.
Class: Mage.
Specialization: Oracle.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil.
Occupation: Ruler of the Tevinter Chantry.
Height: 6'5.
Hair Style: Lengthy, thick dark hair that rests at his hips.
Hair Colour: Black.
Facial Hair: Groomed, short facial hair.
Eyes: Empty, white. Blind.
Body-Type: Skeletal.
Skin Tone: Tan.
Scars: Deep, disgusting grooves all around his chest and body from his torture at a young age.
Misc: Oft adorned in jewels.
There is no denying that the man is beautiful. Cheekbones are perfectly sculptured and leading to lips crafted from marble, eyes --- blank as they are, shine in deep-set bone underneath thick, black brows. He walks as if in a dream, waves his hands about in speech ---- expression almost always serene and calm. Fingers tipped in clawed nails, thin and gorgeous and liable to make one forget how entirely cold and calculating he truly is. He is false. All of him is false.
SKILL SET:
blood manipulation. third sight. elemental magic. mental manipulation. fade traversing. demon communications. abilities of a seasoned pride demon. skilled manipulator. extremely intelligent. oracle. schemer.
PERSONALITY:
Strengths: adventurous | ambitious | brave | charismatic | confident | determined | humorous | intelligent | loyal | passionate | resourceful | selfless | quick-witted
Flaws: abrasive | blunt | cynical | dramatic | erratic | foolhardy | impulsive | obnoxious | proud | reckless | sarcastic | smart-ass | tactless | vulgar
HE STANDS TALL AND LITHE & domineering and frail. eyes are blank and white, unseeing. thick, black hair crowned with golden circlets and chains hangs down to his waist and trails the beginning of the skirt he wears, encircling a skeletal waist. chest is bare and covered barely by a sheet of transparent mesh fabric that exposes a grotesque scar directly down his midsection and a gaping, jagged tear where his heart should be. feet are bare and ringed. fingers adorned in the finest jewels. his features are beautiful and terrifying. he sits atop tevinter as a dragon does gold. HE IS THE BLACK DIVINE.
what is an oracle? a tortured child. an oracle is made when a maleficar binds a child to a demon through a week of intense torture, forcing them together through naught but evil and gore. the child is lulled into slumber and caged in the fade while their body is torn apart to make way for the demons entry ----- oft a procedure carried out by more than six mages at a time. if the child survives, they are left sightless and fraught with mental illness but they are left a numen in human flesh. oracles can traverse the fade with ease and at any time, torture their enemies in their dreams ( to death in some scenarios ), tempt mages into giving into temptation, they are the most powerful blood mages in Thedas ( a step above Llomerryn Seers ) to a point where they can PHYSICALLY manipulate people, breaks bones et cetera. they see through the eyes of a demon and can detect smell, movement, heat and sound triple that of an ordinary human. oracles can also only be killed if one travels into the fade and kills the demon inside them, so they can withstand immense physical pain and even things such as being stabbed in the heart will have little effect. oracles can also see into the mind of a person, tear apart their fears and hopes and use them to manipulate them verbally and emotionally. many magisters attempt to force their slaves to become oracles in order to gain an upper hand in the magisterium with their immense and unrivaled abilities ---- but it is difficult to survive the altercation of becoming one in the first place. three oracles are known to have survived in the lifespan of Thedas, though many have tried. the third is aurelio.
aurelio was born to Divine Crematicus IV as the tenth son he had bore and the thirteenth child. Crematicus was a strict man, a man of order and a man desperate to bring his most worthy child into his stead as Imperial Divine. He’d worked his fingers into the web of the Chantry and knew every which way to turn them to get what he wanted ----- he was a respected man. A worshipped one. And he was desperate to maintain this image.
SO IMAGINE HIS DISDAIN WHEN HE BORE AN UNWORTHY CHILD. His final boy was a scrawny thing. Ugly. Frail. All he did was cry and whine and refuse to undergo the teachings needed for him to live up to his families standards. Three years passed --- and Crematicus was at his wits end. The boy was a laughing stock. It was weakening his family. He had to get rid of it.
So when he was approached by a certain interested Magister with the procedure to turn his son into an Oracle, a procedure almost certain to end in death, he couldn’t agree quicker. At the age of three the boy was subject to torture beyond comprehension and FEAR beyond belief as he was TORN APART by a demon. Four days went by in the week. Five. He did not wake from the nightmare. Six. Seven. They gave up hope.
BUT HE SURVIVED.
Sightless. Possessed. Tortured. Born anew in pain. The boy survived and his father rejoiced. Finally he was worthy. Finally he had purpose to let him live --- and live he did. He learned. He grew --- he ... was subjected to the wandering hands of men, woman ... a mother who took advantage of his blindness. His silence. He did not speak a word since he became an Oracle. He endured. He watched. He learned. He was abused and molested and used for his abilities and used for his body and his blossoming beauty. Then, at the age of thirteen ---- people started to die.
On his thirteenth birthday they found his sister impaled on the fence. On his fourteenth birthday, they found his brother lying in a pile of his own vomit. On his fifteenth, another brother was hung from his bedroom in an apparent suicide. Every year another sibling. Another mysterious, accidental death. Crematicus was haunted by the deaths, especially that of his wife ----- who he awoke to lying by his side with her eyes forcibly removed and her genitalia mutilated beyond recognition. He dreamed of their deaths. Nightmares plagued him and he swore ... in all of them he caught of glimpse of his youngest son. The boy he had not even had the effort to name before he sold to torture and death. Just in the corner of his eye.
They all died. One by one. Viciously. Meticulously. And always the boy was there --- until the day there were none left. The day of the boys twenty-third birthday. The day his father would finally leave his seat as Divine and another would be elected. There was a huge ceremony. Crematicus and his only son walked out on the balcony of the Spire to hear who would replace the Imperial Divine. The name was read out to shock. To disbelief. To stunned silence ---- for none knew the name. But they would. And as his father finally fell victim to the cold hands of death on that balcony --- the boy stepped forward, a smile on eerie white lips and arms spread wide as he spoke the first words he’d spoken in twenty years.
I AM AURELIO. I AM YOUR DIVINE. I AM YOUR SAVIOUR.