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▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Summer
▶ Temp || 74℉ (℃) - 100℉ (℃)
▶ Weather || With the end of Spring comes Summer's warm embrace. While some flourish in the comfortable glow of the sun, others take shelter from its sweltering midday heat. Even so, it is now that the continent bustles with life, for it won't be long until a cool chill returns.

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Bexley gives him a cold, dark, beautiful smile. “Wanna see a trick?” she asks, eyes glowing with feral self-satisfaction. The bare of her teeth in a mock-grin is nothing less than terrifying. “I can make you see ghosts.” do the hungry ever sleep?

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Velorca
Day Court Sage


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▶ Age: 7 [Year 495 Spring]
▶ Gender: Male [He / Him / His]
▶ Orientation: Bisexual
▶ Breed: Akhal Teke
▶ Height: 16.2hh
▶ Health: 9
▶ Attack: 11
▶ Experience: 11
▶ Signos: 335 (Donate)

▶ Joined: 07-15-2017
▶ Last Visit: 05-22-2018, 07:10 AM
▶ Total Posts: 48 (Find All Posts)
▶ Total Threads: 7 (Find All Threads)

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V E L O R C A
T S E Z A R 
L U D I M Y R

"If you prick us, 
do we not bleed?
If you tickle us, 
do we not laugh? 
If you poison us, 
do we not die? 

And if you wrong us, 
do we not revenge? 

If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.”



STORMKISSED ASH, skin
SMOKE SILK, hair
BUTTER GOLD, eyes
EBONY & GOLD, lashes
GOLD & ONYX, hooves
SLIGHT, SLENDER, build
LASHLINE BLACK & PORCELAIN, markings
16.2HH, height
BULL RING, GOLD CHEST PLATE, DELICATE GOLD CHAINS IN HAIR, SATIN GREY CAPE, accessories

B U I L D
He is cold steel and silken skin, intimate glances and subtle sensuality. He is the finger that strokes down your spine, the shiver that raises hairs - svelte and supple, tall and delicate-boned, with a jawline for days. His legs are mile-long and flawless, his body slim and lithe - though at closer inspection it is limned with muscle, a honed and disciplined work of art.

S K I N
Like satin and storms, Lorca's skin is soft to the touch, a membranous veil that appears fragile but in truth has suffered and withstood much. It roils with the colour of a summer storm, flecked with real gold - a permanent mar and a constant reminder of Zolin.

H A I R
Long and silken, Lorca's hair has always been a pleasure to touch and to tame. Most often left down, he does occasionally braid it or tuck it back into an elegant bun to keep it out of the way. His mane reaches past his shoulder and continues to grow quickly, a sheer curtain protecting the fine boned man from the stares of those around him. His tail trails behind him on the ground, ever so slightly darker than his mane but just as soft.

E Y E S
Molten gold that varies in shade depending on his mood - sometimes they can display a warm buttery gold, and other times a solid, cold aureate. They are slightly up-tilted at the corners, with a generous thicket of ebony and gold lashes surrounding them.

M A R K I N G S
Aside from the soft white on his hind legs, Lorca can be distinguished by his slick brow and lash marking - a svelte, elegant mix of ebony and ivory that slips from his crown to surround his lupine gaze.

R E S T I N G S T A T E Often found with a condescending, cold expression stilling his golden eyes, Lorca rarely looks approachable. His hair slides like the softest silk, usually loose and framing his elegant face. When he moves the slightest tinkle can be heard coming from his golden chains.

S C E N T
Lavender, Ylang Ylang, Copper.





V E L O R C A
T S E Z A R 
L U D I M Y R

" who were you ? —
before they broke your heart. "


aggressive, violent, perverse, sensual, loyal, bad-mouthed, sharply intelligent, merciless, bitter, cruel, eternally hurting, cold, condescending, vain


Bitter, violent, volatile - Lorca is a mess of heightened emotion, trying endlessly not to feel and ultimately feeling everything. His life has been forged by cruelty and violence, a ceaseless cycle that raised a long-limbed, sharp-boned child and birthed a hate-forged man. He cares nothing for anyone but himself and his lost people, placing blame with a gold tipped finger and enacting revenge upon the children of the men who hurt him with no care for their lack of crime. He is sensuality and grace, a honed weapon to lay with and admire - sexuality breathes him and he it, cleaner and more elegant than air. His entitlement blinds him to the world, a beautiful disaster with a penchant for pain.

S E N S U A L
This perhaps describes Lorca better than any other word - every movement is considered, every lick of his velveteen lips planned, the shift of the light upon his skin calculated. Lorca prides himself on being desirable, beautiful - but also obtainable. He cares little for sexual boundaries and enjoys pleasure in all forms, taking lovers of all breeds, genders and courts.

V I O L E N T
Lorca has a temper - a bad one. It isn't the kind that flares up into screaming and yelling and beating, it's the kind that results in blood and gore, into death and murder. Wrong Lorca and you'd better watch your back - he's got a violent adoration for revenge, and once the flame in his belly is lit, he'll see nothing more than your body strewn across the floor.

L O Y A L
A trait that does not entirely fit in with the rest of his dangerous personality, loyalty runs strong in Lorca's blood. Only to one race, one tribe - and an almost extinct one at that. Lorca is only loyal to The Davke. Thankfully for him his loyalty is rarely called on, as there remains very few Davke left to call upon it.

C O L D
Lorc cares little to nothing for anyone, including the world around him. His eyes reflect that coldness, the disinterest and nonchalance that comes to him easier than anything else.

I N T E L L I G E N T
Velorca is smart - too smart, sometimes, for his own good. He sees everything and, gods help him, has a photographic memory. With a keen eye and a mind for riddles, Lorca often uses his intellect to usurp members of his court for his own gain - or pleasure.

V A I N
Vanity runs true through his golden veins - the easiest way to Lorca's heart is through compliments. He's incredibly shallow and has a perfectionist mentality when it comes to his appearance - you'll never see Lorc having a bad hair day!

L I K E S
the heat
mirrors
sex
compliments
secrets
winning


D I S L I K E S
rain sand strangers idiocy mediocrity orders

F A C T S
Lorca witnessed Avdotya kill the late ruler Zolin from the shadows of his bedside and to this day has said nothing of the night or what he knows.
He hates the Day Court, hates it, but will never leave Solterra as he considers it his rightful home.





V E L O R C A
T S E Z A R 
L U D I M Y R

" do not
be ashamed
of the wars
your soul
has fought
to save itself "



Lorca's birth arrived with little celebration - a son was less desirable than a daughter within the Davke tribe, and yet he was strong and sure, another warrior to fight against the battle of extinction. He was trained amongst the other younglings of his tribe, possibly even fighting side by side with Avdotya, though she was older than he. His battle skills were average, enough to pass as a worthy fighter - but it was his intellect that made Lorca stand out, intellect that made him suffer, made him a target within the other Davke children. His first year was spent training to fight, warding off the savagery of other Davke and honing his intellect in secret. It wasn't that he was ashamed of how well he remembered, of how easily answers came to him while the rest of the tribe struggled - Lorca only wanted to surpass the knowledge his tribe had, to provide another answer to the age-old question - how do we rid our land of the imposters?
So it was at just one that Velorca was captured and taken to Zolin, his ill-fate sealed by his desire to learn, to find out the knowledge that had evaded them for generations. Originally he had been collected purely for Zolin's entertainment - a prize, as Avdotya would later become. However, upon seeing the delicately boned colt, Zolin became aroused, desire and greed setting his blood aflame. So it was that Velorca became the first Davke son to be used in bed, exposed for over a year (a year of beatings, forced encounters and pleasure) to the cruelty of Zolin and the Day Court. At first he struggled, wearing his bruises and bloody lips defiantly, even going so far as to spit blood at Zolin himself. Then came Avdotya.
She arrived spitting fire and blood, the wildness within her hurting his heart so savagely that Lorca could not bear to face her - chained to Zolin, a whore kept for pleasure and entertainment. She even smelled like the desert, like blood and freedom - a bittersweet sword through his gut. So he watched her from afar, using his intelligence as he manipulated Zolin over and over again, growing more powerful, more persuasive with each honeyed kiss.
Then came that Night. Having watched Avdotya's heroic battle within the arena from the shadows at Zolin's side, Velorca decided to break the woman free. He could move freely through the castle now, such was the trust placed in him - yet when he slipped from Zolin's bed he discovered the carnage of the prison, teeth glinting in a bloodthirsty smile as he returned step by step to the chambers he had been abused within, over and over. The doors were wide, the room silent. Instead of slipping in the front doors, Velorca became a wraith and vanished into one of the many secret passages within the keep - emerging at the back of the dark room, a storm skinned shadow.
She was there - Avdotya, saviour of their people. Lorca watched greedily as Zolin begged, golden gaze drinking in every drop of crimson, every raw slash, every gory gurgle. And when the fierce woman left, Velorca trailed his way to the bedside of his hated lover, caressing his face with pleasure as he watched the last ragged fall of Zolin's chest, the dimming of his greedy eyes. Then he followed his liberator, cunningly disguising himself in the weeks that followed until the whispers of the Sovereigns murder abated, and he finally, finally became a free man.





Active & Parvus Magic

V E L O R C A
T S E Z A R 
L U D I M Y R

" but if you bury your sadness
under your skin
instead of letting it out
what else can it do
but grow in your veins
to your heart ? "



emotive manipulation









Passive Magic





Bonded

V E L O R C A
T S E Z A R 
L U D I M Y R

" whatever our souls are made of
his and mine are the same "



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Armor, Outfit, and Accessories

V E L O R C A
T S E Z A R 
L U D I M Y R

" he adjusted his
velvet sleeve
with a
crooked smile and
violence in his
eyes "



B R E A S T P L A T E
The majority of Lorca's gold was given to him by Zolin - his previous owner and lover. Lorca hates Zolin but loves the gold too much to rid himself of it. His breastplate was made to reflect his warrior heritage - a mockery and an insult, but one too pretty to discard.


N O S E R I N G
The mark of his status as "King's Whore", Velorca would have removed the ring by now if it was not magically sealed, a permanent stain and memory of his previous situation.

C H A I N S
Lorca's most beloved of accessories, he likes to adjust them every so often, sometimes wrapping them around his neck or plaiting them within his hair. Mostly they follow the groove of his silken hair, accentuating the gold of his eyes and the flecks upon his skin.








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V E L O R C A
T S E Z A R 
L U D I M Y R

" he licks blood off his fingers
and he looks like divine absolution.

do not think
you are safe
because you love him

do not think
he will not stain his mouth red
with your blood too. "


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