timezone: gmt -5

writing style: third pov is my preference, while first pov is rusty

writing length: multi-para > para, replies will take time the longer they are.

writing notes: sometimes i will mirror but still move the plot along, please do the same.

preferred genres: angst, conflict, or action are more fun, but anything works really! 

• smut is fine, but should definitely be discussed.

• i don't plan endgames or romance, it should occur naturally and be discussed. 

location: rooms only, lets keep the rp active.

plotting: head over to my pms after taking a look at my plots to see if anything interests you. i enjoy exchanging ideas and planning out connections!

birthdate: 7th day of aelith 1471 (29)

societal rank: commoner

occupation: stonewing commander

residence: zeprillus, aersahir

orientation: homosexual

relationship status: single, uninterested

eye color: light brown

hair: black hair, in layers to his shoulders with braids and beads.

notable marks

faint white scar along the right side of his face from temple to jaw. lightning burns and scars (pink, tree-like patterns) all over his left arm.

clothing style

pale colors, usually in blue tailored cloaks lined with white fur and long sleeves past his hands. also wears white fingerless gloves on really bad days.

jewelry

hair clips to pull his hair back, carved animal bone beads in his hair and earrings (three on each earlobe).

weaponry

for combat, he prefers a glaive (polearm with a curved blade) and always carries knives. also has a sword for formal occasions.

companions

two imperial-winged goliaths, named enzo and ludo. they were retired from the military young for their poor behavior. alessio befriended them, but they are independent, so for them to follow him, he always asks first.

rank: commoner

family name: helevorn

a newly established house with roots in both military and trade, but are better known for their humble beginnings. the head of the house is a retired skywing major that rose to fame as a windborn prodigy. he was once a young skyrider that met a beautiful beast tamer and together, they found success and love. she was the second daughter from a small merchant family that made and sold wine.

they retired from the military with honors for their service and raised their family in the snowy, mountainous region called galean. now, they are both scholars that occasionally teach and work for the minor branches of the academy. his mother looks after the retired service goliaths that live on the outskirts of their province.

however, the true nature of his parents' retirement was due to pressure from the nobility. a slight that alessio cannot forgive or forget and carried with him during his military career.

father, head of house, a retired skywing commander, currently works for the galean military academy.

melian helevorn (alive, npc)

mother, retired aerial beast tamer, currently a beast handler for the galean academy.

alessio helevorn

son, stonewing captain.

snow, tea, books, animals, naps, jewelry for his collection

dislikes

gossip, lies, nobles, crowded areas, rainy days

hobbies

hiking, foraging for flowers to make wine or tea, reading, journaling

secrets

his fragmented memory & insomnia, likes to visit the animals at the military base & records his experiences with windcraft magick.

fears

dark places, enclosed areas

vices

drinks wine often in the place of medicinal tea, works and practices magick to the point of exhaustion.

he is a loyal person at heart and will always put the people he cares for first. a result of the affection and kindness his parents showed him his entire life. he knew it in his mind and felt it in his heart, it was not limited to his memories. but, he also knows they would never ask anything of him and simply wish for his happiness. for that reason, he continues to visit and spend time with his family to put them at ease, even taking up wine-making for his mother.

in a familiar setting with his family, close friends, or troops, he is the most comfortable and able to express himself. he talks more and smiles with his eyes when he's especially interested. he can be easily distracted by his thoughts or his short attention span catching up to him. he rather be busy with work or training and has a hard time remaining still. but he always gives them his time, whenever he can.

the people near and dear to his heart have all the patience he has left to give. he appears tired or ill from the toll of his abilities but that does not make him weak. it makes him volatile, his calm demeanor snapping suddenly and violently. he can be cruel and unforgiving with his words, the resentment he carries within feeding his poor moods. rarely does he resort to violence first, but he can be irritating enough to tempt the other person first.

he has little formal training in this ability and gets by on what he learned with time. he has good intuition and is able to sense lies. he listens to the wind and learns what he can to train, but often slips into it subconciously. he was taught mental shields to keep this ability quiet and under control. currently, he has fragmented memory and insomnia, often suffering from headaches. he uses whisperroot tea to manage his sleep.

stormbinding: ability to manipulate lightning, stormclouds and air pressure

this ability is at the highest level due to years of training and experience. his preference is to manipulate air pressure and disorient his opponents. he uses lightning as a last resort and the focus it requires affects his shields. his hands shaking from static scars and tremor blindness being the most obvious sign of overuse. he does have bolt syndrome, a chronic burning pain in his joints and limbs.

bolt syndrome: a rare affliction caused by overuse of stormbinding. causes the sensation of burning joints and limbs. in some cases, hallucinations of lightning strikes and thunder.

so, he was tested.

alessio was young, not quite a teenager but nearly there and that was enough for him to be sent to the galean academy. he was a promising talent with retired military parents that taught him what skills they could. but for him to properly harness his windcraft and use the magick freely, the military was the only path available.

alessio decided then to continue the legacy of his parents and become a soldier. in a few short years, his magick became stronger and louder, causing headaches and even disturbing his sleep. he sought help, like any good student would and finally understood the truth his parents quietly hid away.

to train their magick was a privilege granted to few of their social status. to reach higher than their birth was to be met with a swift end. the so-called honorable retirement and life they had built began with this ugly reminder.

his parents were both of common birth and worked twice as hard for every rise in their military ranks. his father at the peak of his career was a skywing commander and held that position for several months. in the higher ranks, he was isolated with only the nobility for company and they quickly grew dissatisfied with his presence.

the pressure from the nobility led to his father's early retirement. he was left with little choice when the only option was a demotion and the consolation prize was a home in the prosperous galean region. his father, while loyal to his country, shared the truth with his wife and together, they left the skywatch military.

his mother, a beast tamer, was less forgiving for the insult but focused on the future, they would find happiness elsewhere. his parents worked at the smaller academy in galean and his mother focused on retired goliaths. their marriage life was a happy one and that was all that mattered when building a home for their child.

× connection: antagonistic friendship

× preference: 25-30 age, any gender, any rank, any kingdom

× genre: angst, drama, potentially violent or hostile

× once when he was young and determined to become a soldier for his parents and their legacy, he was reminded of his birth. he was common born and that meant certain privileges were not for him to learn. so he practiced his windcraft magick over and over, going farther than before. until he met you, and paid the price with the mark on the right side of his face from the corner of his eye to jaw. he had pinned his hair back on that same side and the familiar scar was on display. you see him and he smiles at you with a mocking tilt to his head, you were friends once but not anymore.

× notes: hostile interactions with taunts or threats exchanged. the details are flexible, it could have been an accident but ideally, some injuries and scars were left on both.

× connection: platonic friendship

× preference: any age, any gender, any rank, any kingdom

× genre: drama, angst, friendship

× you know that he's a private person and there are things he won't say but lets you see all the same. his lips are pulled into a familiar tight smile and you realize that he's not just upset, he's angry. this is new for you to see and then you notice more, the smudges beneath his eyes and the gloves on his hands. he's not doing well and yet, he meets with you because of course he does. whatever time he has to spare is yours, he's loyal like that to the people he cares for. now, what do you say?

× notes: their meeting could be a reunion after years or a regular meet up. the dynamic changes depending on their familiarity.

× connection: strangers

× preference: any age, any gender, any rank, any kingdom

× genre: mystery, drama, friendship

× it's been a rough couple of days where work and insomnia left him weak and tired. alessio hated this feeling and tea could only do so much for his sleep. not when the pain was back, his legs and hands were both burning from being overworked. on rare occasions like today, he would take out his mother's wine, nothing fancy but it made him feel better. he found a quiet place to drink and look at the stars, finally able to breathe. that's how you find him, an inebriated man lounging on the ground with a glass of wine in his hand and an inviting smile.

× notes: a follow up meeting would be fun, to show the change in his demeanour and how drunk he actually was.

comrades, friendship.

royal wedding

ignivar spire, solkarath.

completed

• cahir valmyros 》completed.

comrades, friendship

military ground, uncharted

• yusei polarius 》completed.

appointment, friendship.

house residence, aersahir

aerathmancy, the windcraft magick that haunted his rest was not for him to learn and control. he was forbidden the knowledge and the title of windswept being whispered beside his name. he was only taught to shield his mind, a stopgap measure at best and sent to the royal academy in zeprillus.

it was an honor, they said, the cost alone was not something his parents could afford. alessio was one of ten lucky students on scholarship and all he could feel was alone. before, his parents’ legacy was respected but here, it was gossiped about and used to belittle him.

he grew cruel with his words and picked his battles, becoming quiet and distant. alessio had a goal to aim for and he never forgot it. he continued to refine his control in stormbinding and didn't notice until too late. his mental shields were not enough to keep his aerathmancy at bay and there was nothing he could do to fix it.

the military made it easier to train, where the rules and hierarchy became his shield as he went up the ranks. alessio grew cold, at times even distant from his family and a part of him ached at the loss, but time quickly erased even that. his memory paid the price when his mental shields were too weak and insomnia plagued his rest.

later, an accident occurred that harmed his body permanently with chronic burning pain in his joints and limbs. bolt syndrome was a rare affliction that he didn't care to hide, it was not a weakness and he made sure of it. on bad days, when he couldn't sleep, the symptoms were managed with wine and tea, not much else could be done but to live with it.

many began to whisper that alessio would soon be promoted once he reached 30 years of age, the requirement for commander. he would be younger than his father was at the time and it would be a great achievement for him.

alessio knew the truth, it was a deliberate move to spread rumors and end his career early. for all his success and talent with windcraft magick, he still comes from a lower social class and those same abilities could be used against him.

he thought that the stonewing division was sufficient distance from the nobility and kept to himself. but it wasn't enough, he was known in the military for his strategies and incredible ability. he was useful yet expendable; talk of an early promotion couldn't be anything good.

alessio was always meant to be a soldier and served his home with his parents in mind. so he waits patiently for what may follow, even when sometimes all he could feel was quiet resentment lingering within. he made his choice and climbed up the ranks with this goal in mind, he wouldn't be swayed.

A quiet morning and light snowfall, the same as always, was interrupted by the whistle of goliaths in the sky. He smiled at their greeting and returned the gesture, a short piercing sound that called the large birds down. One by one, he lifted the packs at his feet to be carried by the two brothers.

Enzo and Ludo.

They were willful young birds that matured over the years and were kind enough to do him this favor. Alessio met them during his first year at the military and had their care transferred over to his mother; they couldn't be separated. It was a bond that remained to this very day and made their training impossible at the time, unable to be tamed.

A pair of wild goliaths that tolerated few people but by some stroke of luck, grew to like him. It was a companionship that saw him through the toughest moments of his life and would continue to do so. A kindness he remembers fondly, he pressed his hand along the length of their feathers in gratitude and continued with his task.

His visit was short and his next visit would not be for some time, so his parents had prepared for his long absence. His armor was repaired and freshly polished, a complete set instead of the few pieces he usually wore. A new set of small blades, commissioned by his parents weeks in advance and ready for use just days ago. The bundles of dried whisperroot separated into pouches, courtesy of his mother.

They had a long overdue conversation that continued well into the night and still awoke early for his departure with gifts in hand. Alessio was grateful for their foresight and accepted the care packages, their quiet concern conveyed without a single word said.

The winds were shifting and change was coming, after all.

The crunch of snow beneath footsteps signaled the approach of his parents and he looked up with a soft smile. There was a breath of silence, weighty and their minds raced, all three of them.

“Both are to accompany you?” His mother asked.

“Yes, they accepted my offer. I want to fly more.”

Alessio wondered if they could hear the echo of yesterday's conversation, when something like ambition caused his heart to race. He was already under heavy scrutiny and now that his parents were informed, he could act without hesitation. As a stonewing captain beside two goliaths seemingly tamed, it was a statement he dared to make.

A simple question that he answered honestly, he knew what it was like to fly and he would do so now under his own power. Alessio saw his parents smile with pride shining in their eyes, not a moment of doubt from either of them. He laughed, maybe it wasn't just concern that led to those gifts but also proof of their unconditional support.

At that moment, unbeknownst to him, two parents saw their child clearly for the first time in a long time and understood him in the same breath.

It was a cloudy day with no sun in sight.

And yet his effortless laughter, his bouncing curls and the glimmer of golden ribbon in his hair was all the light they needed.

Melian remembered his name day and the superstition of a windless morning. To be destined for greatness or tragedy, they say but she never worried. Her child would make his own path, just like he would giggle and smile so freely and openly as a babe.

His windchime mimicked his laughter in the distance, the wind carrying the sound and it was all she could hear. It warmed her heart and soothed her soul, he would be alright.

Elias remembered not his first flight but instead the day that followed. When his son asked for another flight with a beaming grin and outstretched arms. The day before he had trembled and cried in his arms as they flew, but here he was, yet again.

He wasn't a fearless boy but rather a brave one that wished to fly higher and higher everyday. This day would have come one way or another and he looked exactly like he remembered him, so bright and light.

“Good. They will take care of you and you, them.” Melian smiled and squeezed her son's hand before brushing past to check on the goliaths one more time. Elias approached and held his son's shoulders, a smile on his lips as he looked.

“You made your choice when you were young and have kept to that path ever since. Now, you are making it your own and we are glad to see it.”

With those final words, the pair walked over to Melian and chatted lightly. It wasn't time for goodbyes just yet. They were a small family with birds for company, the same as any other day.