.:Emile - High Priest:.

So, this is a day late and a dollar short - or however that phrase goes - but I fully support the idea of no one complaining about it. My life has been a bit hectic, and it only took me a few weeks of on and off work to get this done. He still has sketch lines on that one foot djfkdkfdjkjkld. And there may or may not be a few things missing from this application. //saunters away whistling// ...Sync what're you doin'. You can't whistle.




Title – Priest of Ill Omens

Name – Aemilius
Nicknames – “Emile” or “Uncle Emile”
Race – Snow Leopard
Gender – Male

Age – 31 years old
Height – 5’2
Weight – 115 pounds

Occupation – High Priest
Worship – nonspecific (all gods; whoever seems appropriate at the time)


Appearance –

-While not content to lie around all day and do nothing, Emile is also not one for exercise. He is in decent physical condition, but has minimal muscle tone. It is believed that he has mastered the art of stealth considered it is both a natural skill amongst his race as well as a talent he has honed to near perfection. His coat and markings blend best with lighter backgrounds, and can be a disadvantage in environments of a darker sort.

-He possesses a layer of thick, soft fur designed to ward off the cold. In warmer weather, it can be a life-threatening inconvenience, and he avoids traveling outdoors when possible. Should he remain in direct sunlight for an extended period of time and is unable to cool off, Emile runs the risk of suffering from heatstroke. This threat is lessened somewhat by the fact that the base color of his fur is an off-white rather than dark. A menagerie of haphazardly placed spots can be found on his head, back, and limbs. However, a few, small speckles are the only markings to be found below his elbows or knees. Markings of any sort are completely absent on his stomach.

-Although his eyes are blue, they are of a rather plain shade and do not readily stand out against his coat (a fact which annoys him greatly). He is quite jealous of anyone who is fortunate enough to be blessed with green eyes, but will never utter such a thing aloud.

-Some of his more obvious features happen to be his plumed tail (which may or may not be abnormally fluffy; he refuses to say which) and his irritatingly obvious whiskers (which he dislikes quite a lot). Among his more subtle differences is the fact that he is still the (rather embarrassed) owner of a single baby tooth that neglected to loosen and fall out when he was a child. His adult canine tooth grew in beside it, causing him to have double canines on the right side of his mouth. It has not affected the rest of his teeth in any way for his skull and jaws in particular grew quickly enough to prevent overcrowding. This feature is not visible when his mouth is closed, and most are unaware that it even exists.  

Accessories –


-Though it is unknown where they were acquired, a pair of earrings can be found angling from his right ear. They are composed of clay beads, Flats, and string. The shortest string holds two clay beads and one Flat while the longest has three clay beads and two Flats.

-To complete the set started with his earrings, Emile is in possession of two string necklaces. The one that rests highest on his neck is composed entirely of clay beads through which the string is threaded. The second necklace is of the same string as the rest of his accessories, but holds only one clay bead and a stylized sun formed from melted Flats with an emerald in the center.

-Typically worn on his left wrist (though it can be worn on either), is a bracelet made of the same material as his other trinkets. It is formed primarily of clay with Flats embedded in its surface.

-Two small large rings are attached to whatever belt he may be wearing at the time. Their primary purpose is to provide an extra place to hook objects he is unable to carry (provided said objects are capable of being hooked, of course).

-While some may see the tattered, purple sash he keeps with him at all times as odd, Emile does not. It is the one object he allows to hold sentimental value. The sash was one of Elaina's (see history) favorites. This small portion that he carries with him is only part of it, of course. He has no idea where the rest is.


.:NOTICE:. Emile does have some rather expensive accessories, and he wears all of them at the same time. The only circumstances in which he would not be seen with one or more of these items is either a) when he is sleeping, b) if he isn't wearing a belt which applies to the rings only, or c) if he doesn't feel like wearing the bracelet. Said bracelet is the only one of these accessories that is entirely optional. As for why he wears them and doesn't worry about thieves, he figures only an idiot would steal from someone who speaks directly with the gods. His attitude has been much the same since he first became a Priest, and began collecting these items.

Personality-


-|Reserved| - he does his best to keep his fluctuating emotions under wraps, and has become a master at maintaining a neutral or disinterested expression regardless of the situation. He disguises shock or surprise with annoyance and humor with a grimace while most other emotions remain hidden.

-|Detached| - after certain traumatic events, Emile has learned to remain detached – sometimes viewed as aloofness – from those around him. His reasoning stands that he cannot be hurt by anyone if he does not allow himself to become close to or even remotely fond of others.

-|Abrasive| - this is the main means by which he drives others away in order to protect himself. He comes off as abrasive and often rude to prevent those around him from wishing to remain in his company for longer than necessary. He views it as being the best for both parties involved, and is essentially trying to protect his own emotions as well as those of others. In some cases, his attempts to protect those around him are known to cause emotional upset in those who are more sensitive.


-|Jealous| - Emile can be an extremely jealous little High Priest. He tends to want what others have without knowing why, and he finds it rather frustrating.


-|Emotional| - while he may appear completely in control of his emotions, inwardly he is not. His life is based around disguising a shocking amount of inner turmoil. In protecting himself and those around him from being hurt emotionally, he makes himself miserable. Emile is often desperate for companionship, but he feels as if he does not deserve it and cannot have it at the same time. These two warring emotions can often cause him enough stress that he becomes physically ill or depressed.

-|Possessive| - a trait that is rarely allowed to surface. Should he make the mistake of allowing himself to become attached to someone, he can become incredibly possessive. He will constantly seek their approval, and can become jealous if he feels as if their attention is being directed elsewhere. Emile will then resort to clinginess that can lead to desperation. 



History -




>>Section One - No Such Thing (as Bad Luck)

“On a date I’ve never known the number of but about three decades ago, an entertainer gave birth to the son of a merchant. That kicking, screaming, bawling baby was as unwanted as any other child who was nothing more than the unanticipated consequence of an affair. It would have brought shame upon them both should the knowledge of what they’d done reach the ears of the general public, and the pair acted on their own selfish desires once again. They abandoned their son in an orphanage, and returned to their lives as if nothing at all had happened.

But something had happened. I happened.

Unlike those horrible orphanages you hear about where the ladies are cruel and care not at all for the children, this place was almost like a home. In some odd way, it managed to disguise the atmosphere of abandonment by shrouding it in the concept that everyone there was very much wanted and loved. None of the children were raised ignorant of why they were truly there, yet only a small percentage of them took the news poorly. Most were glad at least someone in their miserable little lives had wanted them. I was much the same.

My caretakers dubbed me Aemilius, though I haven’t a clue why. I disliked the name from the moment I learned it was to be mine, and they all claimed I had cried for hours afterwards. It was only when I was old enough to speak that I was able to make my true feelings known, but it was obviously too late to change my name then. So, I begged everyone to refer to me as Emile instead. It was a pathetic sight, but they humored me. Besides, shouting ‘Aemilius’ was a rather drawn out way to get the attention of a scatterbrained little boy.

I showed a liking for snakes and spiders early on, a fact which disgusted women of all ages. Admittedly, I still find it difficult to resist the urge to dangle a wriggling spider in front of some poor girl’s face whenever I come across both at the same time. If you hadn’t guessed, I rather like getting a reaction out of others. Before I hear any complaints, allow me to remind you that I could have more sinister ways to pass the time.

When not plaguing the lives of every slithering, crawling creature I came across, I was showing the obvious signs of something that would proceed to make my life miserable forever more. I was bad luck.

You heard right. I did, indeed, say bad luck. No matter where I went or when, anything and everything that could go wrong seemed to do so. More than once, I was nearly bludgeoned upside the head from some falling object that had been merrily perched in its precarious position for years prior. That was a bit of a tongue twister, but you get the idea. Things fell over, were knocked over, and generally went wrong. I suppose that explains my current title, but we’ll get to that in a bit.

Everyone told me there was no such thing as ‘bad luck’, but I didn’t believe them one bit.”


>>Section Two – Welcome (to the Real World)

“I guess you could say my bad luck started in earnest the day they told me it was time I made my own way in the world. It was as nice way of telling me to hit the road, get lost, take a hike, or whichever you prefer. There were others who needed to live there more than I did, or so they said. No amount of crying or pleading could convince them otherwise, and I suppose it did me no good to even try in the first place. After all, I was not the first child they had sent out to face the world, and by no means would I be the last. It was time for me to say goodbye to the only home I’d ever known, and I felt no shame as I walked away down the street with my belongings slung over one shoulder and tears running down my face.
The first week of adulthood was the most miserable time of my life. I was cursed at more times than I care to count, knocked aside whenever I happened to be in the way, had my feet stepped on at least three times within a five minute period, and I believe I received a good punch to the face at least once or twice. All of it paled in comparison to the fact that my stomach complained that it wanted food constantly. In the midst of chaos, that familiar sound was more comforting than annoying.

I crawled into a rundown tavern one evening after a thoroughly awful day, and sat myself down in a corner. A few of the men there gave me odd looks, but I was used to such glances by now. It was the ones who stared that bothered me most. By the time the haggard woman behind the counter noticed me, I was fidgeting where I sat. When she had finished tending to a few particularly obnoxious patrons, she seated herself on a stool a few feet away from me. She didn’t say anything for a while, and neither did I.

The first word spoken between us was when she chanced asking me why I was there. When I told her I had nowhere else to go, she agreed to make a deal with me if I didn’t cause any trouble. If I was willing to clean counters, scrub out the mugs, and mop up any spills, I was allowed to rent a room at the attached inn. It was an offer I had no problem accepting, and she put me to work straight away.

For the next few years, my bad luck had taken a turn for the better. Working at the tavern gave me a place to stay, and the pay wasn’t too bad, either. It wasn’t an ideal job, but it worked out well enough. If I saved my earnings, I could even afford to take a few hours off every now and again.

When I wasn’t working during the day, I found myself roaming the city in search of entertainment. Perhaps my favorite way to pass the time was flitting after the pretty daughters of nobles. None of them cast me even a passing glance, but I’d spend hours imagining that, one day, one of them might. It was a frustrating pastime to say the least, seeing as they did more giggling and cooing over the sons of other wealthy families. The ones they seemed to find most appealing were those even wealthier and snobbier than they were. When I finally came to my senses and realized I didn’t have a chance, I gave up. I knew for a fact that there were plenty of drunken women who could be found stumbling about in the tavern, and not a single one of them would care who they spent their time with. Come the following morning, they probably wouldn’t even remember what had happened the night before.

Quick flings became my newest way to pass the time, and there were no shortage of those that could be found without walking more than a few feet away from the counter. Brothels were too expensive for me, and I had no reason to pay when there was cheap entertainment near at hand. The cost was only a couple drinks at most, but it could be free if one timed it right.

Now, before I go any further, let me remind everyone that I hadn’t even thought of religion at the time. I never expected that I would become a Priest – much less High Priest – and I didn’t care about the consequences of my actions. If the world ended up a bit more populated as a result of what I was doing, then so be it. But also permit me to remind you that such things are not honorable in the least. But, then again, honor is a thing invented by royals and nobles and the like.”

>>Section Three – Unexpected Turn of Events

“If I had known that I would have met the love of my life at that tavern, I would have done quite a lot less complaining about the place. That was where I met Elaina, the drunken daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the city. It was later that I found out she had been somewhat disowned by her own father when she refused an arranged marriage. I say somewhat because he had agreed to accept her back into the family if she changed her mind about the wedding. So, she wasn’t quite on her own just yet.
I was doing a mixture of cleaning and drinking at the time, and happened to be nearby when the careless swing of an elbow sent the young lady’s drink flying off the counter. As she was helping me clean up the alcohol before it seeped into the floorboards, she bothered to ask what someone like me was doing at a tavern. While that wasn’t a popular question amongst the people I’d met, I already knew what my answer would be, and didn’t need even a moment’s hesitation to respond. I told her I’d worked there for the past few years, and that I essentially lived there as well. If I had to guess, I’d say it was that one, absent comment that kicked off every future interaction I had with Elaina.

We spent the rest of the evening drinking and talking, followed by something else that is best left unmentioned. Elaina and I parted ways the next morning no worse for wear, and we didn’t meet up again for quite a while afterwards. Though, I’m not ashamed to admit I was scared to death when we did.

She quite literally bumped into me in the street, and I don’t think either of us actually recognized one another until we both apologized at the same moment. Appearances can be easy to forget when your vision is swimming from having too much to drink, but voices can sometimes be a bit clearer. It launched us both into an awkward conversation that involved quite a lot of apologizing, fumbling over our words, and generally trying to figure out what to say to one another.

As it turned out, her father hadn’t gone through with the idea of disowning her. She said she had no clue why he hadn’t done it, and I didn’t have any helpful suggestions to offer. Eventually, we had to part ways yet again, but we both agreed to visit each other sooner rather than later. For more innocent reasons this time, I might add.

My meetings with Elaina became more frequent until it had reached the point of being a weekly ritual. I’m not sure how long we stayed friends, but it was a welcome distraction from trying to drown myself in alcohol on a nightly basis. In a way, you could say we were friends with benefits. It wasn’t a common occurrence, but we did go quite a bit further than most friends every so often. I’m not saying that was a bad thing, but such things are bound to have consequences.

Actually, finding out Elaina was pregnant wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. The thought that we had to tell her parents eventually terrified me, but we decided it would be a good idea to get all the details figured out first. We an entire night piecing things together in a way we thought might convince her father that it was a good idea. Of course, the bit about getting married was my idea. It was a rather important part of it, and one that couldn’t be left out. I wasn’t going to abandon some poor kid in an orphanage like my parents did to me, and how hard could raising a kid be, anyway? (I would find out later that being involved at all was quite a lot harder than it sounded.) Elaina was giddy about the idea, and I swear she must have been chattering about wedding details and some nonsense about a fancy dress for two days straight. I don’t doubt that she would have gone on for longer than that, if she ever got the chance.”

>>Section Four – Nothing

“Unfortunately, Elaina never did get that chance, and sometimes I can’t help but feel as if it were my fault.

I was walking her home at the time, but I never went all the way there with her. Her parents still didn’t know about me, and perhaps things wouldn’t have turned out the way they did if they had known. She continued on home while I turned around and headed back to the tavern at about the halfway mark. I’d never thought anything of letting her walk back by herself, but maybe I should have.

We were supposed to meet up again the following day, but she didn’t show up. Now, Elaina had never once missed one of our meetings unless she had a good reason. She hadn’t mentioned feeling ill the day before, so it only seemed right that I should check to make sure she made it home alright. So, that was what I did.

I took the same route I had the night before, and you can’t imagine how I felt when I found her. She was a torn up, bloody mess, and any idiot could have seen that she had been dead for quite a while. I’m sure everyone thinks I was distraught, but I didn’t feel anything of that sort. There was no regret that I didn’t tell her parents about what had happened and no desire to get any closer to her. I just took a deep breath, and walked away as if it didn’t mean a thing to me.

Maybe my initial reaction was understandable in some odd way, but most would have expected that I would have had some sort of breakdown in the days that followed. It didn’t happen then and it still hasn’t happened now. Whenever I think about Elaina, there’s only this dim knowledge that she existed at all, and this odd numbness that prevents me from thinking more about it or feeling anything at all. If I think about it for a while, I do feel guilty. I feel like it was my fault, but there’s nothing other than that.”

>>Section Five – Healing Arts

“Eventually, some people found out about what had happened. The ones that did suggested I try paying the Temple a visit, perhaps talk to the gods for a bit. Now, I had never been particularly religious before then and I didn’t plan on changing that anytime soon, but they refused to let me rest until I at least did something.

Without any other available – or better – option, I complied, and made the trek to the Temple. It was an interesting environment for one who had never been there before. It spoke of efficiency yet I could – and still can – sense a slight air of chaos. It’s impossible to have an environment of that sort without having some element of disorder, and perhaps that was what made it seem more like home right from the get go.

I started hanging around the Temple more often, fascinating by everything that was going on. I never expected that any of them might find someone like me to be anything but an annoyance, especially when I cornered some of the Priests to inquire about healing and the like. The gods didn’t interest me, but repairing wounds and holding some slight control over who lived and who died did. Apparently, someone must have noticed my interest in the healing arts, and it was requested that I come stay in the Temple to learn more about it.

It would be both a welcome distraction and an opportunity to learn something new. I had no inhabitations when I agreed, but I also didn’t expect that worshipping gods and goddesses would be part of my training. I wasn’t thrilled about it at first, but everything worked out alright in the end.”


>>Section Six – Face in the Crowd


“I’d been living and working at the Temple for some time before it was decided that I should operate under the grim title of the “Priest of Ill Omens”. No matter what I was asked to predict, the answer would always be something of the awful sort. Illnesses and death among family members seemed to be a favorite future for me to speak of, and people soon ceased coming to see me at all. I was a hated Priest for no reason other than my own bad luck. It was a miserable existence until someone happened to come along to distract me.

I hadn’t known that the little girl who could be found traipsing around the Temple was going to drag me into a world of politics and being accountable for myself when she grew older; else I would have bolted for the hills when I had the chance. It doesn’t matter how she got there, but it did matter that she was the illegitimate child of the current Prince. I didn’t bother to delve too deeply into the matter of her origins, seeing as I expected her to have very little impact on my life. She was just another face skipping about, and occasionally making an appearance in my pathetic swirl of emotions that never allowed me to acknowledge much outside of a few important details.

I’m not sure when I was nominated to be one of the poor souls charged with keeping an eye on a rapidly growing girl, but it happened nonetheless. Tagging along after her as she went charging through the city, and doing my best to avoid losing her in the crowds was a constant trial. It was like trying to pry a greased rat out of a barrel of grain whenever I told her it was time to return to the Temple, and like trying to find a particular piece of hay in a haystack when she managed to get away from me. If I could have, I would have lit the haystack on fire and smoked her out that way.

Somehow, that worked out alright, too. I didn’t have to deal with her all the time, and I’m fairly certain I became a more devote worshiper during that time. After all, I was constantly praying to whatever god or goddess was available that I hadn’t just lost the Prince’s daughter. I also found myself praying they’d smite me where I stood to save me from dealing with that rambunctious little monster. In a word, yes, there was a lot of praying going on.”


>>Section Seven - Promotion


“I suppose Shidra grew quickly enough, and she ascended to the position of acting Prince when he father grew ill and passed away. I don’t think anyone had expected her to declare me the new High Priest. I certainly didn’t!

I’m ashamed to say that I threw a bit of a hissy fit when I found out about it; though, I don’t think she ever found out. I’d never wanted a higher rank, and I most certainly hadn’t wanted one that involved such a staggering amount of responsibility and leadership skills. It was an adjustment that took a while to get used to. To be honest, I’m still not used to it.

I have a busy schedule. What with meetings, trying to train our newest Prince to be a proper young lady (which will still be nothing more than a work in progress by the time I’m dead, at this rate!), and dealing with the flood of other duties that come with being the High Priest, I’m a rather busy man. Most days, it serves to keep my mind away from those images of my past that still haunt. But some days, I can’t help but reflect on where I’ve been and what I’ve done.

If I could go back, and do it all over again… I would change everything.”



Likes –

-Snakes and Spiders
-Heights
-Dreams (in general)
-Nightmares (specific)
-Clouds and Cold Weather
-Sunrises
-Water (in general)


Hates-

-Crowds
-Sunsets
-‘Bubbly’ People
-Hot days and Clear skies
-Swimming (specific)
-Boats
-People who put too much faith in dreams
-Receiving orders


Fears-

-Losing those he loves
-Drowning
-Confined Spaces
-Punishment by the gods for past deeds
-Crocodiles (or anything/anyone with exceptionally large teeth)
-Leadership and Responsibility



Relationships –


Acquaintance
Positive Acquaintance
Negative Acquaintance
Respect
Family
Friend
Close Friend
Attraction
Love
Dislike
Hate





Roleplay Example –

Broken beams of sunlight flickered across the expanse of rippling water as the shrill cries of seabirds rang out overhead. Fishermen were in the midst of propelling their water crafts away from the docks to begin their day’s work, and the clatter of objects being hauled across wooden planks added to the sense of chaos that wreathed about the environment. Yet beneath all that cursing and clamor was also a hidden sense of order. One had to look hard to see it and to listen even closer to hear it, but it was most certainly there. Each soul aboard the vessels or tromping across the docks knew exactly what they were to do at that moment, and little could distract them from their task. It provided for a bearable – almost pleasant – chaos that somehow made the Priest of Ill Omens feel more at home near the waterfront than anywhere else in Swuaras.

Aemilius allowed a heavy breath to slip from his lungs as he remained seated in his cross-legged position with his upper back and shoulders resting against the structure behind him. It was a building commonly used for storing excess rope and the like, but there was no doubt in his mind that it made a lovely backrest as well.

He had crept to this location well over an hour earlier, slinking along the corridors of the Temple in which he lived to avoid unnecessary interaction with his fellow worshipers of the gods. It always astounded him how some people could force themselves to make the trek from wherever it was they lived to pay their respects to their deities before the first light of dawn even crept across the sky. Then again, it was likely no greater of a feat than the one in which he had undertook to reach the docks at such an early hour. The most subtle of smiles played across his features at that thought. It was nothing more than the slightest upturn of his mouth, but any who knew him well enough to have witnessed said expression often would have known without a shadow of a doubt that it was, in fact, a smile. Yet, while most smiles radiated utter joy for some reason or another, those that graced Emile’s face always seemed subdued. They held a certain element of sadness to them, and rarely did that miniscule grain of happiness outweigh the air of melancholy.


Main Theme –


-“Why I have my Grandma’s Sad Eyes” – Kill Hannah


Playlist –


-“Sleepwalker” – Adam Lambert
-“Castle of Glass” – Linkin Park
-“Echo” – Jason Walker

 

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Application done by ~Kastien

belongs to ~Kastien ...and technically *SyncTheMutantJackal but I give her all the credit.