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Cairo
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Age:

11 [Year 499 Summer]

Gender:

Male

Pronouns:

He/His/him

Orientation:

Bisexual

Breed:

Arabian x

Height:

16.2 hh

Health:

10

Attack:

10

Experience:

19
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02-21-2022, 06:42 PM

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04-29-2020

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It is exquisite pain being here.


Cairo is forged of the sun. It still burns in the gold of his eyes. Molten and liquid, if one dares to look close they will feel fires singe along their soul, their hearts set alight as paper touched by molten metal. He will set all ablaze who get too close to him.

All of Cairo is sleek. The man is lavish and exotic, he knows it across every inch of his body. The desert sands lie as dunes in the bulge of his muscles. His body is the art of the desert, slim and powerful he can roam for days across the wilderness of the desert’s core. He bears a crown of rose gold feathers atop his poll. They seem sharp as blades. He lets no one touch them (nor the feathers upon his tail) and so no one knows for sure.

His lips, his tongue are made for kisses and for battle. In one moment they issue soft, enticing utterances, the next they are sharp as an eagle’s beak. He will love you in a breath and eviscerate you with the next. With his his wings, his feathers and his nimble body, there is no doubt how avian Cairo is. He is made for love and for war, for destruction and for lust.

There are whispers that Cairo is the spawn of a teryr, some strange twist of desert magic. Some (his enemies) would say it is a curse. Others (his lovers) would say it is a blessing. Upon each feather of his wings and tail are great gold circles, etched there like the sun spun himself into the wings that carry Cairo up like Icarus (and Cairo is so much like Icarus - always burning himself, always falling out of the sun’s embrace).



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It is exquisite pain being here.


Where some chose weapons Cairo uses none. His weapon is his body - in war and in bed.

He is a city - a thousand contradictions all occurring at once. He is the dust of the desert, that steals the breath from your lungs with its beauty and scolds you relentlessly beneath its watchful, gilded eye until you wilt like a flower, parched. Yet he will offer you rain, with the glimpse of a sultry smile. A drop upon the lips is enough to make you crave him, need him. He keeps his enemies needing him.

Cairo is the keeper of secrets, he holds a thousand of his own within his breast. He trusts only himself and a select few. Avian and wild, Cairo is wholly untameable. He prowls like a lion trapped within a cage. He lounges like a lion beneath the midday sun.

This man is unattainable and yet, he will seduce, he will entice just so he cannot feel how empty his own heart is, how loud his secrets roar within his breast. A warrior of the Arete, he is as aggressive as a teryr. He would as likely wear blood upon his skin as the kisses of a lover.


Prideful | Wrathful | Exotic | Vain | Loving | Lethal | Self-destructive | Passionate | Secretive | Seductive | Aloof | Loyal | Private | Introverted



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It is exquisite pain being here.


His mother, Rabiah, named him after a city. As if her boy would bring many victories in his life. She named him as if he was her son. Her prophesy was right. Cairo has had many victories upon the battlefield. He is a prized Arete warrior but, so far, the only victory Cairo has ever had that means anything at all, is the victory of replacing his mother’s first and only son.

Rabiah and her husband, Amset, travelled to Novus with their lady Marcisa who was due to to be wed to a king. They brought with them their only son. The boy was the pride of Amset, he was skilled with sword and spear and his father’s pride was bountiful. Yet the desert cares nothing for legacies or happiness.

On their way across the wilderness of Solterra their small group was set upon by a teryr. Rabiah and her son are injured. The party manage to kill the beast but their victory is short-lived as the boy begins to perish. Rabiah’s grief is whole, her wound is not fatal and she cannot face her years childless - for by then her childbearing years were over.

They find an open teryr’s nest just around the corner from their attack. Within it lies three eggs, two great and the other small, broken open, a child lying gasping within. Rabiah’s cries are full and earnest, believing the teryr to only be protecting her young. And now the child has no mother to raise it (though the child within the egg is avian, he is no teryr. His eyes are sun bright, his body equine). She makes her husband bring the orphan child home. In her grief for her true son. She tends the orphan boy and claims herself as his mother.

Yet Rabiah’s husband never accepted the loss of his son. He never grew to love the boy his wife brought home instead - the spawn of the creature that killed his one true son. Yet for love of his wife, he vows to raise Cairo as his own.

Amset has no love for the boy he is made to raise. He trains him cruelly, forcing him into war as his brother had been. In every way Amset tries to force this imposter son into his true son’s image. But Cairo never fits, he grows brittle and angry. He never fits for he becomes a more talented soldier than his father’s first son. How his father loathes him for it!

Eventually, when Cairo was coming of age, his first season of war emblazoned in scars across his sculpted body. Rabiah eventually perishes. A victim at last to the wounds of the teryr attack. At once Amset throws his imposter son from his home. At last he can pretend he only ever had one son, who died on his journey to Solterra.

Cairo consumes himself with the Arete. He skips from house to house without ever a home of his own. He warms the beds of others just to have a roof over his head at night. He sleeps beneath teh stars with his best friend and watches as Zayir grows ever more regal, ever more golden. Cairo hurts with the sight and throws himself into battle, into girls and men to escape his pain, escape his lack of belonging.

Until, until one day there is magic. A magic so poisonous it is a curse. It entombs him and his fellow Arete, deep, deep underground. They are left with the bones of the dead, defeated, trapped and yet undead.

Cairo waits to rise; a city raging from the ashes.



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06/06/20 Username changed from Horus to Cairo per member request. -INKBONE
06/07/20 Character accepted, +20 signos for visual ref. -INKBONE
06/28/20 +3 EXP for Obsi's 3 year Novus anniversary. -SID
06/28/20 +6 EXP for Obsi's 1st & 2nd Novus anniversary. -SID
10/09/10 moved to inactive character from Day Court Soldier