Opallum
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Opallum a continué de voyager le long du trottoir avec peu d'énergie dans sa posture et son pas. Son esprit avait erré sur le sujet de l'économie nationale et internationale - il était certainement devenu si ennuyant. Jetant un coup d'œil rapide de 1 heure à sa droite, il a repéré l'architecture familière de Faraday Heights entrant dans sa vue. On aurait dit que l'ifrit était enfin parti en cercle. Il avait marché jusqu'à nulle part spécifiquement pendant la majeure partie de la matinée, profitant de l'esthétique que l'arrondissement d'Edgetoun avait à offrir, de sorte que cela n'aurait qu'un sens qu'il passerait par les mêmes points de repère finalement. Alors qu'Opallum commença à marcher au-delà des appartements de Faraday avec un regard oisif gardé en avant, il s'inclina brusquement et, presque compulsivement, plaça une main au sommet de son abdomen.
Le voilà.
L'ardeur de la réalisation qui frappe l'esprit et, succinctement, le corps. Un instinct stagnant dans sa fonction et omniprésent dans son indication contondante. Pour quelqu'un comme Opallum, ces douleurs se sont toujours révélées être une nuisance particulièrement familière.
Faim.
Auparavant, Opallum n'avait grignoté que sur un sandwich au petit déjeuner à moitié mangé que quelqu'un avait jeté si hâtivement près d'Avalon Heights, et ce morsel a réussi à le retenir pendant quelques heures.
Il s'est rendu compte qu'il n'avait pas encore mangé ce matin. S'il fallait faire face aux lits encastrés de l'allée de fortune, à la froideur du temps londonien et aux regards mordants et critiques des passants plus haut placés sur le plan socio-économique ne pouvaient pas causer assez de souffrances dans la communauté des sans-abri, la faim était un aspect particulier de cette vie qui était vraiment juste. C'est ce que j'ai dit. C'est ce que j'ai dit. C'est bon. Plutôt que de passer par le processus habituel et fastidieux de tamiser dans les poubelles publiques et les poubelles pour quelques restes de nourriture légèrement comestibles, il a plutôt décidé de mettre sa quête de nourriture en attente. Satisfaire ce désir n'a pas toujours préséance sur tout le reste quand il est arrivé. Pour l'instant, il continuerait à se promener -- à dériver. Opallum attendrait peut-être une heure ou deux avant de chercher sérieusement des denrées alimentaires. Il pourrait endurer.
"Frankie Knuckles was something else, I'm telling you."


Opallum
Demon - Sathanus - Wrath
Basic Information
| Name |
Opallum
| Date of Birth |
1936 - Unknown month and day
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Occupation |
Currently unemployed.
| In-Depth Appearance |
Opallum’s assumed form is that of an African male around 5’9” in height with a considerably athletic build and heavy stubble spanning from his sideburns and curving about his prominent chin in a clean, chinstrap fashion. In regards to heftiness, though, Opallum maintains a somewhat healthy body weight of 135 pounds. Age-wise, he looks to be in his early twenties. His posture when standing is upright and resolute, and he sports a fairly large, black afro which retains a relatively kempt and properly picked out fashion. When sauntering about the borough of Edgetoun, no matter the weather or day, his body is adorned in baggy khaki pants which is usually a size above his actual fitting, and held up by a gray fabric belt. A plain white tank top covers his torso, and two black, beaded necklaces hang around his neck. The only other type jewelry he has in possession are two gold, hooped earrings which he is always seen wearing. Often, the only type of shoes he's known to slip on are a light brown pair of moccasins or black ankle strap sandals. On most days, Opallum prefers to throw on a pair of overbearing and worn Versace sunglasses. Over time, one would notice that this is the same outfit that he wears almost every single day, save for special occasions, where he somehow manages to acquire appropriate attire for the occasion. Opallum is more on the muscular side, holding a comparatively lean fat to muscle mass ratio with notably pronounced shoulder blades.
As for his true form (which isn’t all that impressive), there are few -- but noteworthy -- differences. Stubby tusks protrude from his upper jaw and outwards till it reaches the front of his upper lip, and the color of his eyes are altered -- black sidera, with pupils and irises a distinct carmine color, a distinct shift from the usual white sidera, umbrous pupil, and dark brown iris. This form has no real function other than to serve as a means of identification to prove that Opallum is an Other, or to intimidate, but only when he finds it absolutely necessary.

Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Erudite ♦ Heathen ♦ Free-spirited ♦ Curious ♦
More often than not, Opallum is spotted with a light frown which frequently signifies his usual state of boredom. Even though he's fairly young, all the experiences that he's endured and the individuals he's met have seemed to finally take its toll on him. It's likely that he was far too eager to face the intricacies and wonders of the world in his even more youthful stages of life, and now all those encounters over time -- sensual, combative, or dire -- have ultimately resulted in the exhaustion of his initial fervor.
Opallum's djinn classification is a distinct green, denoting youthfulness and a particularly mischievous nature within the mystical djinn society. Although he might not always seem to fit this frame on the surface, he is, at heart, one who seeks to derive entertainment from those around him and eventful occurrences. This ifrit is one who commonly prefers to back out of petty or intense drama and instead observe from a safe distance so that he may gather whatever information he can on those involved in the verbal scuffle. In some instances (and if safe enough), Opallum might decide that it would be most beneficial for his own entertainment to instigate "healthy" amounts of strife between individuals. Opallum is a djinn who simply tries to enjoy life whenever, as the ember of excitement that once resided in his eyes is swiftly fading away.
On approach, Opallum is a generally affable fellow. A kind greeting would come to those who wished to speak with him, and he can hold a fairly decent conversation no matter the topic. At any point which he can interact with others tends to alleviate the burdensome wave of ennui that had previously struck, and thus his suffering is lifted for a time. However, if someone manages to bore him (which isn't quite difficult to do), he has no qualms with outright ignoring them and ambling off elsewhere -- one of the ruder gestures he's recently taken up. It is rare to ever see him become enraged or even slightly perturbed, but it is possible if enough effort is exerted in order to invoke that reaction. This ifrit's nature is especially pervasive throughout most of his relationships and he's prone to treating most people like this unless they've managed to somehow prove themselves to be rather entertaining characters to him, worthy of spending time with. At this point, one would be able to experience his slightly more open personality, where he's more willing to share secrets and even admit to some his own temperamental facets.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Spicy and savory foods
✔Humid or mild weather
✔Underground locations and decrepit, rundown city buildings
✔Large dogs (e.g., great danes, mastiffs, and St. Bernards)
✔Dark fruits
✔Wines and sweet liqueurs
✔Loose-fitting clothes
✔House music
✘Felines
✘Horror films
✘Witches
✘Tight or wooly clothing
✘Winter
✘Awkward situations (one thing he really cannot deal with, no matter how many times he's experienced them)
✘Country music

| History |
All that was needed to birth Opallum into the Earthen realm was a medium burst of fire not covering a span of even five square meters in the dank, murky underground of subterranean London’s tunnel system. At first, he was a humanoid being of pure flame, but within less than a minute of existence, the flames cooled, ash and dust from his surroundings began to coagulate about his form, bringing him skin, flesh, and other bodily necessities took their position and resulted in the body which he . The entire process was over in less than two minutes. When he was finally imbued with the concept of sentience, a name reverberated throughout the chambers of his mind: Opallum. The unfamiliar and booming voices were unrelenting in their verbal assailment, until the newborn ifrit had decided to utter the name. It was then that the voices halted. Allowing himself a moment to recuperate, the ifrit staggered back against the curved tunnel wall, very nude and confused. Looking about warily, Opallum murmured a query primarily directed towards himself.
“Now what?”
Since his unexpected birth (and finally managing to escape the vast array of tunnels that obstructed him from reaching the surface), Opallum was able to amass enough knowledge from citizens on the street to gain a fundamental understanding that he should be clothed, first. Afterwards, the rest of his life was spent being a vagabond -- perpetually confused for the first fifty years of his life, Opallum had decided to take advantage of the lack of boundaries and overwatch kept on him and indulged in whatever curious wonders the world were offered. Over time, he picked up on rumors which detailed the existence of Others. Promptly, with an attraction akin to a magnet, Others eventually managed to bump into him throughout his life, and he was exposed to the world of Others. Ghosts, demons, faefolk, and other various types of creatures and eldritch entities were known to him. His endeavor to learn about the world came to a satisfied fruition after gathering enough information on both the psyche and inner workings of the humans and the Others. Still wondering the streets of England, he eventually came upon the seemingly friendly borough of Edgetoun.
The idea to stick around for a while rather than move on struck his mind quite suddenly. Others have been spread out in England for quite some time, but now, here in Edgetoun, there was a proper gathering that could potentially usher in a period of peace with their interactions, or one of chaos with a new target being placed on them by humankind. Both outcomes pleased Opallum greatly, and so he decided to stay grounded for the moment, awaiting the introduction of any observable conflict or tranquility.
| Family |
Father - Nafran
Mother - Mah'jan
Relationship? Opallum is incredibly estranged from the both of them. After his manifestation into the human realm, his parents came to a mutual decision that they should abandon him and return to enjoying their existence within the ethereal realm of the djinn. Given the exclusivity of these two elder ifrits, not much is known about their nature, personality, or influence.
| Strengths |
Knowledgeable
Tolerant (relatively)
Creative


| Weaknesses |
Any form of magic that doesn't directly involve fire
A fear of magic using creatures
A tad bit too lethargic at times, despite his nature, and thus prone to zoning out constantly
Takes the path of least resistance. Definitely not a fighter, whatsoever

The Other
| Theme Song |
Miso Shiru - Gush
"Yo . . .
I read some shit about how,
Someday the universe will expand to a point where it won't be able to exist."

| House Number |
Homeless.
| Extra Information |
Novice Fire Evocation Fire evocation is the practice of evoking fire in different shapes and forms from using the infernal energies imbued within an ifrit's body. Due to Opallum's origins as an entity of fire, however, the skill should come naturally . . . Unfortunately, with a lack of training and inexperience with his own physiology, the most he can do is light a cigar with a brief spurt of flame.
Flying: The ability to hover and weave through the air with ease is by far one of the more useful abilities Opallum has. While he might not be able to soar up to the clouds and travel through the skies at Superman-level speeds, flight has gotten Opallum out of tense and dangerous situations a multitude of times. Due to his level of skill, though, he may only stay afloat for a maximum of fifteen minutes.



Opallum

Blake Preston
"Her? Fun as hell to be around, I can imagine. She's like a firecracker -- an inferno, rather -- that never dies down, y'know?"
She might be insane. Love her energy, though. Super laid back, too. Surprised she doesn't get into more fights, what with all that fire-in-the-heart gusto she has going on. And she's pretty fun-sized, which is definitely one of my preferences when it comes to women. Hope she sticks around.
Daniel Belson
"Mmm . . . Only seen that guy around once or twice, maybe. He seems . . . Alright? I'unno."
Don't know enough about the fellow. For all I know, he could be a sod or a genuinely nice guy. Until I meet him properly, I'll stay neutral with this one.
Alistair Queen
"Rich vamp. I've shared a conversation with him once -- a short one. I've got to praise him for the work he's doing. Really helping out."
He's like a guardian of some sort for the people in this borough. I'm probably just thinking that because he's the landlord, but . . . Putting himself out there and assisting all these Others is just . . . good? Yeah. Not sure what he's like on the inside. Probably just as empty and unfulfilled as the rest of the elderly vampires lounging around.
Mariska Costas
"Heard that girl singing when I passed by a joint and decided to step in. She's got that voice, no question. Strange genre of sound, though. Can't tell if its jazz or bossa nova -- or maybe a mixture. Interesting, uhm . . . hairdo, too.
Stylish. Seems like a tomboy, in my opinion. Don't know much else about the lady. Should try to get to know her eventually.
Nikita Yankovsky
"Hott. With two t's."
I've caught her walking around the city before. Nice legs. Could do with less make-up, maybe. Don't know much else about her.
Mordred Hame
"Mordred . . . Hame. Oh, right! I've seen him around. Dig the white hair."
Some passerbys were conversing and I overheard them talking about him. No insults or anything like that, but just an idle 'yeah, he's pretty cool' and something about his music, I think. Then, another time, when I was loitering around in some alleyway, these two guys came through and were going on about him. I couldn't tell what else they were saying, unfortunately, because they were speaking so damn quickly and silently.
John Taylor
"Good ol' Johnny Boy. Yeah, I've shared a drink or two with him. He's got a nice beard."
To be honest, I can't recall a single one of the conversations we've shared. I know that I've spoken with him before, but I just . . . My memory is trash when it comes to things like verbal discourse, sadly. I'm sure he's a great guy. I'm sure if I asked him for a favor or two he'd gladly help out, so there's that.
Eve Lumière
"She gives me alcohol whenever I've scraped together enough money to afford a drink. She's good in my book."
Succubus, for sure. Has to be. Her face is . . . weird, though. Otherwise, she's pretty attractive. Also pretty sociable for a bartender -- at least, from my own personal experiences.
Catharine Reid
"I'm . . . not too sure who that is. Seems familiar, but I can't quite put my coin on it."
I might have seen her around. Don't think I've spoken with her, though.
Andrew Mordekai
"Sick tattoos. Almost makes me want to get some."
He seems real tense. Always looks like he's prepared to have a fight with someone. I always like to think that he's some Jason Bourne-esque guy who's being hunted down or something. Past ties, enemies chasing him, laying low for now -- that kind of stuff. The entire idea of that actually being true is stupid, but . . . Who knows.
Suriel White
"Suriel . . . ? Sounds like . . . Mmph. No, I don't think I've heard of her -- him? Her? Her. Sounds like a girl's name."
I've never had the pleasure of meeting this lady. Although, the "-iel" component of their name raises some suspicion within me. This suffix is . . . Angelic-sounding.
Miles Catrose
"From what I've gathered, he sounds like an even cunt-ier version of that one American pop star. Justin Beaver? Bieber. Looks like him too, in my opinion."
I do like people, but he's probably the last person I want to hang around.
Yukiko Abe
"Not sure who that is."
Should meet her at some point.
Mona
"Huh?"
No goddamn clue who that is.
Faron Romane
"Uh . . . "
I can't tell if that's a name for a girl or a name for a guy.
Nicolas Black
"A cop? Eeh . . . Kudos to him for keeping our streets safe."
I hope he doesn't approach me. I do not like dealing with the police. I mean, they're probably nice, but . . . I don't know. I'm wary around them.
Maggie Spencer-Adyemi
"Cool girl."
College student, and that's about all I know. There are plenty other college students, so I really don't talk or focus on just one. She must be alright, though. Most students are.
Megumi
"Asian child? Oh yeah, I've seen her around! Adorable, really."
I see her walking about with that Alistair fellow. Maybe he's her . . . bodyguard? I don't fucking know.
Katharine Haynes
"Oh, uh . . . I think I might know them? Oh, wait, I think I've spoken with her before. Yeah! The Early Bean, that was it. When I finally get my hands on enough dosh and go to the Bean to buy some coffee, she's there sometimes. Nice enough, especially when she knows that I'm a bum."
I generally tend to view those who give me things well. Don't know her personally.
Felix Underwood
"I've never seen the guy around."
No one I know all too well.
Elise Callaghan
"Sorry, not a clue."
Nothing up in my head about her . . .
Claire O'Malley
"Uhm . . . Eh."
Yeah, no. I don't know this girl.
Barachiel Alexander Eamon
"Some posh-looking fellow. All I know."
There's that "-iel" again. Fishy, fishy . . .
Ethan Cooper
"Not a clue."
Seriously, I don't know this person . . .
Alfie Liau
"Heh. The chocolatier, yeah?"
I haven't had chocolate in years. Maybe I should try and get a few dollars together and try to buy some. Even a few pieces would suffice. I bet the kid is nice, though.