<div align="center"><strong>Arath ap Synhwyriad</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=886316)</div><br/><div align="center">(http://i325.photobucket.com/albums/k388/eryrwyn/firre_zps18868f35.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><div align="center"><strong>Appearance</strong></div><br/>Arath prefers travelling in his veiled form, even while not on the Prime. Having lived few decades among the Celtic peoples, his celestial illusions have somehow shifted to appear more like a Celtic warrior instead of the usual stocky elf of Arvandor. Tall and fit, with a well-built body, the eladrin moves with grace and agility despite his strong posture. In his semi-human form, his eyes are amber, with a hint of red. He has short red hair, but unlike most eladrins, sports a short beard, further enhancing his chosen image of a follower of the Tuatha De Dannan. Preferring not to encumber himself too much, he favours light armour and usually wears a silvery chain shirt and a reinforced knee-length red-green kilt. <br/><br/>In his true form, Arath looks more elven and otherworldly, with brilliant red hair that resembles a trail of flames, and red eyes with no iris or pupil which seem to glow brightly with the firre’s inner fire. <br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><strong>Background</strong></strong></div><br/>A creature born of passion, freedom and divine will, the fire-haired eladrin called Arath, was created by Sune, a Faerunian goddess of love and beauty, in her beautiful domain on Arborea, like many of his kind. Although his very existence was sparked by a divine power, he had really worshipped his divine creator – that was not the way eladrins worked. They embodied freedom of choice and many of them chose not to serve the powers of the realm, but live out their own lives, always filled with deeds of goodness and acts of passion. Always possessing a curious mind and a hypnotising voice capable of singing songs of the divine, Arath quickly became a wandering minstrel who travelled Arborea and attended courts of many more powerful eladrins. At one such a court he had met a band of adventurers from a distant Prime world and it was an eye, mind and heart-opening experience for him. He saw things of great beauty that was unlike anything that he had ever seen in Arborea. The adventurer’s songs, their stories, their weapons, their art, even their own bodies, it all seemed so enticing to the young firre. He felt a new passion – curiosity. He wanted to discover what these adventurer’s world had to offer, so not even thinking about what he was about to do, he followed them for a time as they travelled back to their homeplane.<br/><br/>Their Prime was a world of great scenic natural beauty, hard work, strong men and fiery women, ruled by chieftains who called themselves high kings. They looked favourably at minstrels and considering how skilled at the art of singing he was, Arath assumed the identity of a redhaired bard from afar thanks to his celestial veil. He spent a long time there, living with the Celtic peoples, learning about their culture, art, traditions, but most of all – gods. When he lived in Arborea, he had never felt the need to pray to powers – he knew they existed, they were *real* to him, but here, on a remote world, with no divine beings interfering in mortals’ lives, he found himself offering prayers to this pantheon of gods. He embraced the polytheistic views of the Celtic tribes, asking Oghma for the gift of charisma and knowledge, thanking to Oengus after a night full of passion, crying out Morrigan’s name in battle. But out of all the gods whose names became embroidered in his mind, there was one who always fascinated Arath most – Lugh, the Versatile God, the god of a hundred and one skills, a warrior, a poet, a sorcerer. Deciding to take up his worship, he entered his priesthood.<br/><br/>After a few decades of living with the tribe, Arath grew bored of the Prime and decided to travel back to the Planes, to his home of Arborea. It was there that he had, once again, met a group of planewalkers – this time those he met were members of an inter-planar organisation, a faction called the Society of Sensations. They arrived at Arborea, looking to taste the famous Arborean grapes with its wine-like juice and fiery seeds. Arath showed them a few places he had come to know in his youth and in turn, the Sensates agreed to take him with them to the famous City of Doors, Sigil. <br/><br/>Inspired by his innate curiosity and his god’s divine portfolio, he joined the faction, contributing a few of his own experiences (notably, the memory of veiled passionate sex and the feeling of an eladrin finding true faith for the first time). He has been travelling and looking for new ways to experience the world ever since. It was during one of such adventures that had him transported to where he is now. Having heard of this truly amazing performer, a demonspawn of Graz’zt himself, Arath found himself attending one of the shows held at the Civic Festhall to get a glimpse at this ungodly talent. The moment he stepped into the room, someone portal opened and he found himself… that’s the question, where in the Nine Hells was he? <br/><br/>(OOC: The idea is that someone had trapped the room with runes that open portals. But why? Arath will surely want to know, but will he find out?)<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Personality</strong></div><br/>What can change the nature of a man? In the case of Arath, it was experience that had changed him. When his mind opened to the vast possibilities of new experiences and sensations, the celestial didn’t hold back – he made use of his freedom to do all the things he had never even heard about. Joining the Sensates was the best decision he could possibly make (at least that is how he describes it) as it allowed him to embark on the greatest adventures of all – a quest to discover, see, hear, smell, touch, sense and experience the entire multiverse. He is almost without fear when it comes to his travels - they say curiosity killed the hell-cat, but not a Sensate after all.<br/><br/>Like all firres, Arath is a creature who lives for beauty. He adores beauty in any form, be it a creature of any gender, a heart-wrecking song or a masterpiece of art. He is absolutely consumed by a fiery passion for adventuring and is always looking for work, no matter what kind of work that is, as long as it’s something new to him. This kind of passion and freedom, however, as well as his stay on the Celtic Prime, has changed Arath deeply and while he does not realise it, his moral compass is not exactly in order anymore. In his search for new sensations, at few times he has crossed the line between good and evil, choosing his own selfish self-indulge over the good he should protect as a celestial being. <br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><strong>Sexuality</strong></strong></div><br/>As most members of the Sensates, Arath is on a quest to experience all the universe has to offer… especially sexual in nature. He is very open sexually, willing to try almost anything at least once. If he doesn’t like it, he’ll know not to try it again – but he will be enriched by this newfound knowledge. Men, women, mortals, petitioners, celestials, fiends? Makes no difference to him. As long as there's passion between the participants (their number doesn't matter either), it's bound to be fun. And if it's something he hasn't tried yet, all the better!<br/><br/>(OOC note: while Arath is really up for anything, I do have some OFFs and am not interested in things such as vore, scat, piss, torture, pain, etc.)<br/><br/></div></div>