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Date Posted: 18:24:59 07/25/05 Mon
Author: .riyan.shield.
Subject: .saved.by.grace.

.cursed.

riyan shield
.winters.

26
.chromosomes.

XY masculine
.appearance.

Straighter but dark brown/almost black hair, with bright blue eyes. He has a squarer jaw than dorian and a stronger build. He is larger with more muscle.
.class.level.

Land Owning Noble
.persona.

Generally good natured, he loves to drink, be happy, and indulge in every earthly pleasure. However, he can have quite a temper. Whenever he gets angry he tries put as much space between himself and the object of his frustrations. Normally, it was an argument between his father or someone else, and he would leave the house for the stables. He would spend his time working with the horses, making shoes, doing other �servant� work to take out his anger on. Hence why he is so muscular. *winks*
.memories.

His life was going great. His mother was a land owning noble, the land being part of her vast dowry. His father was a high born but landless noble. His father only received land because of his mother. When he was young, about 3 or , his mother died of a strange disease she contracted, supposedly from the food she ate. His father was grief stricken at this lost, but devoted himself to his son. Then he began going out at night, coming home reeking of stale liquor and fine wines. When he was 9 or 10, his father brought home a boy. Only about 5, he learned this boy was his half-brother, named Dorian. His father became devoted to this new boy, and Riyan felt shunned. He resented Dorian. His father died, not more than 2 monthes past. Riyan was enraged when he discovered that his father had left Dorian the majority of the family livery, and a small fortune to live on. Dorian, the filthy little half blood commoner. Riyan was given the rest of the fortune, the family home, and everything that went with. When Dorian sold a few mounts and gave the rest back to Riyan before leaving, Riyan became even angrier. But now that his father wasn�t here to stop him, he had fought more often with Dorian, resenting him. He hates Dorian, and hates that he was always Father�s favorite.
.profession.

Not much really, he is living off his family fortune (old money you see) while breeding fine mounts in the family livery his father left.
.sampled.
The mascu strode up and down the main hall, his booted peds were echoing on the stone floors and walls. His orbs were twin flames, dancing in rage and fury. The filthy little half-blood traitor. How he loathed Dorian. A servant entered. �Sir�� She said softly, seeking attention, in her arms she held two different garments. The mascu whirled about, mask contorted in fury.
What? What say you wench? What is my foul little half blood brother up to now? He is a disgrace to the family name. Curse him. What nerve you have� He was slowly simmering in his own pool of rage. But he realized that it was wrong to attack anyone, that his rage should not be taken out on another human, even on a servant.Ahem, I mean, what business do you have for me? His tones were more pleasant now, the rage bottled up and put aside. He appeared calm, some would say pleasant and lighthearted, if they had not witnessed the outburst moments before. The servant had been terrified at the verbal assault, but as he switched his features from grotesque fury to purely pleasant, she grew more confident, knowing he would not lash out at her.
�Sir- which tunic shall ye be wearing to your fete tonight? I would recommend the blue to compliment the Master�s eyes�� She knew he would appreciate the compliment, and he did. Smiling he nodded.Alright, Blue it is then. Oh and remind the Cook not to let the meat stay on the spit too long The servant smiled and bowed out, though she was chilled in her heart of hearts by what she saw in the Master�s eyes. They had flashed with a hint of that same anger from his pacing earlier. She knew he would be out side soon, probably off to find one of the gaurds to practice sword fighting with. She scurried out, quick to leave him. And she pitied whoever he picked, they were going to be hurting later�.
.behind.the.mask.
s!x- 16 years

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