@healinghandss-
/ i don't typically make characters like this , so please bear with me whilst i fully figure him out <3
@orfays / that's really sweet thank you ! i love him too , i'm excited to continue to build him. i'm glad you think so <3
you know [..] i don't trust this "look" in your eyes. you're up to no good.
@orfays " you're making an awful lot of assumptions about me . " he pointed out , shoulders slumping further as he sighed .all of this over a cup of coffee that had remained full ... it all felt a little wild , being under such thourough investigation ...at a diner of all places " i never said i didn't enjoy it . apologies for not drinking it fast enough i suppose. " he muttered with a confused shake of his head . he had been unprepared for such a situation , it was strange even for him . reluctantly he took the menu from her hands , laying it down on the table in front of him . setting the coffee mug down alongside it , he sighed once more " whatever it is that may be needed " he muttered , watching her walk away and slipping his head into his hands. " you know i can see you , yes ? if you want me to leave , say the words . its fine . "
⠀ID: ⟮ @healinghandss- ⟯ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┈┈┈─ *miri watches him quietly. the words spoken back to her in his voice make the gravity and absurdity of it sound.. well, crazy. her mossy green eyes catch the hint of disbelief settling across his features. almost immediately, she slides the cup back into his hands, giving a small shake of her head.* no. *she says.* it can’t. but if you don’t enjoy it, well.. we take things back. *sighing under her breath, she glances over her shoulder before looking back at him.* i didn’t mean it like that. it’s an old saying around here. different birds tend to draw attention [..] especially the dead ones. but not you in that way. just that.. you’re giving off a different sort of vibe. *great. now she was rambling. at his request, she slips one of the menus from beneath her arm and slides it across the table toward him.* pick something to eat first. *she tells him. biting the inside of her cheek, she gives another small shake of her head and mutters beneath her breath.* \no…\ *a sigh leaves her.* this is my godmother’s café. i just.. didn’t want you coming in here and stirring up trouble. *her eyes linger on him a moment longer. curiosity settles there, though it slowly gives way to suspicion.* what sort of help? *her mouth parts. she rolls her eyes at his exasperated expression.* there! now, magic is one crazy thing. but fine.. i’ll take your word for it. for now. order something for yourself though, or the hounds’ll be on my back for not making sure my customers actually eat. *miri says tersely before striding away. fifteen minutes later, she returns. this time with a cap pulled low over her head. she slips into a table behind him, close enough that she can speak to him if she needs to, yet far enough away to keep a respectful distance while keeping an eye on him.*
@orfays " what ? " was all he could muster up at the comparison, disbelief painting his features as he studied her . " you think of me like i'm a dead bird ? i fear that i'm missing something . " he confessed , glancing down at the mug he clasped in his hands , finding comfort in the warmth radiating from it , despite the fact it had remained undrunk for the entirety of the time he had spent sat here. " explain ? " he asked , gasping quietly under his breath as his confusion morphed quickly into shock . " i- hey ! i was not under the impression that could be confiscated from me . i'd like it back ! " he demanded , pausing as his expression softened "...please. " " nothing is wrong with me . do you ask everyone you meet such rude questions ? " he asked , shifting slowly in his seat to turn towards her more . he knew all too well he could come across as twitchy and strange to some but to have it pointed out so directly was a rare occurence , quick to catch him off guard . " i'm simply doing what my lady has tasked of me . i'm passing through , i'm here to offer help to anyone who may need whilst i remain here . " he explained with a sigh " i bring no trouble , i have no wants , no needs . only help to offer. " he confessed , tilting his head slightly , letting fre a deep sigh as his shoulders slumped " a magician ? i do know magic ...so i guess that isn't the wrong word ."
oh, lovely! a new face in town... you're him?
@orfays he held up a hand , as if to stop her in her tracks , trying to catch her eye as she rambled on . " whatever's the matter ? you look flushed..." he pointed out , watching her as she wrapped her arms quickly around her front " you seem upset. i apologise if that is my doing . it wasn't my intention . " he confessed , running a tired hand over his face . " what is this all about ? ...hold on , what is that ? " / i love it
⠀ID: ⟮ @healinghandss- ⟯ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀┈┈┈─ uhm.. yes. no. *her eyes widen. amusement flickers across her face, chased quickly by surprise. almost on instinct, she presses both hands over the front of her sweater, where several folded flyers are tucked away inside. every single one has his face printed across it. the worst part? she had picked them up completely at random from sheriff dawson’s office. now, embarrassment creeps steadily into her cheeks.* good… darn gosh. *she mutters, pinching the bridge of her nose. after a long second, she tries to step around him as casually as possible.* uh.. no one? it’s [..] a general assumption. it could be anyone, if you ask me. *she pauses, grimacing.* or.. don’t, actually. / huh, i thought this to be funny lol
@orfays " i'm- were you expecting me ? " sylvain asked , brows furrowing together as his features shifted to form a rather confused expression . a nervous chuckle escaped him as he watched , hands clasping at the weathered strap of the satchel he wore over his shoulder . " well uh- yes i suppose i am him ? just to be crystal clear though , who is it that you think i am ? "
/ new character ! cb and specify or drop if you'd like <3
information thread (do not reply)
sylvain is a travelling healer and apothecary. he is kind and gentle in nature, often very mild mannered and soft spoken. he has a strong affinity for magic in general though his best work as his occupation would suggest, lies in healing magic. he stands at around five foot nine , with blonde hair and blue eyes, he’s not particularly muscular in any way. nothing about his appearance stands out or is particularly striking. it is easy for him to slip through crowds unnoticed . often he is seen in very simple clothing in various shades of blue and white, trimmed with silver thread that has grown dull and worn over time. the most consistent thing about his appearance is the silver pendant he wears around his neck depicting an hand holding three flowers , a chrysanthemum , a sprig of lavender and jasmine. a symbol of sanys.
In this world is found one sylvain st clair, a wandering traveller and devout follower of sanys, goddess of healing and good health. born in a country where magic is forbidden for the common man, sylvain was thrown from his home for the gifts given to him by his patron. though at first discouraged by his banishment, he views it now as a great kindness done onto him by his family, an act of protection . for had he stayed, he would have been stripped of all that gave him purpose in his life. put before the empress for his crimes against the empire, the squandering of magic that though to him was freely given , according to ancient law , he had no right to wield. god given or not.
alone in the world save for visits from his goddess that are few and far between, sylvain wanders the realm stopping every so often to offer healing and help to those who need it most , not for fortune or recognition but simply because it was what he was put on this earth to do. his one great purpose in life.
from a young age , sylvain was plagued by dreams and cryptic visions he could not explain. a congregation of three impossible figures, caught up in deep conflict. a woman who seemed to glow with the light of the sun looking on in shock as golden blood poured from her nose to pool on the ground before the group. a fourth figure being pulled up from out of the blood, a woman with dark hair and kind features , words being exchanged that he could never quite make out , save for one simple phrase ‘sanys , goddess of healing , daughter of the lifebringer allesta’. for reasons he could never quite explain he had been brought, through his dreams to witness history as it had truly happened, granted an audience by the goddess to bear witness to her birth , a brief glimpse into the past. it was through these dreams that he was granted the power he has today , a deep connection to magic as it once was, access to anything he wanted, just at his fingertips so long as he served as her avatar.
consumed with sorrow for his lover, death returned to the mortal plane to aid her , enlisting the help of his brother to build for them a new home. a great temple of stone and glass, nestled in the far off mountains where they could watch their creation in peace and intervene only when necessary. in their absence , the two tasked their respective siblings with keeping a watchful eye over humanity , granting them dominion over day and night .
living now in a new age of peace and prosperity , the two were married in secret, bringing into the world children of their own. twins, known throughout the land respectively as gods of peace and good fortune. thus was created the world we live in today. a world full of people that believe their mortality is something to be cherished just as it was given to them by their creators so many centuries ago…
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀some realms hold /restrictions./ try, a different book.
@palfreys " i am /aware/. i come from a place much like the ones you speak of. " sylvain responded , his tone , though persistent remaining calm and steady. he moved to stand, his fingers tracing the spine of the book he held, clearly reluctant to return it to the shelf he had plucked it from. " as a result, i don't believe such things should be restricted. it is just information. it would do you well to relax a bit. perhaps you should sit down. " he continued, as genuine as he had meant his words, there was no helping how condescending they came out sounding as he rounded the table " but fine. if it pleases you, i shall put it back. i shall have to return alone at some point. i did not know this would be such cause for concern. "
⠀⠀easy there, tiger. sit down before you hurt yourself.
@palfreys " i'm fine. " he spoke through gritted teeth , knuckles turning white as he clutched the arm of the chair he had found himself sprawled in not moments ago. his complexion was pale, hair plastered to his forehead as he attempted to steady himself. " i dont want you to worry. i just- " he paused and shook his head, collapsing back into the chair with a defeated expression " fine. maybe i pushed myself a bit too far . are you happy now ? " he demanded , clapping a hand over his face, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as he sank further into the cushioned chair beneath him.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀what sort of.. spell is it?
@palfreys on sylvain's face was plastered an excited grin, like he couldn't believe someone was asking. " nothing special. " he responded , crossing the room to close the distance between them " its not-" he paused , tilting his head " its silly , its not anything specific really, just a little bit of healing magic is all. very basic. " he rambled , shaking his hands out in front of him as he explained "just good for very minor stuff really, cuts, bruises ... you know, things like that ? why do you ask ? "