<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Abduxuel Archwinter: The Heart of Glass</span><br/><br/><em>"There is no need to <strong>fight over me. . .</strong>"</em><br/><br/><br/>(http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu315/Pale_Enchantress/DemiGod.jpg?t=1310165105)<br/><br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=311637 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=311637)<br/><br/>A few things to mention. He is a grey elf with the Unseelie Fey template.  There is one feat that needs special clearance as it's 3rd party. "Seductive" is from the Book of Erotic Fantasy. It gives a +2 on any cha based check against one gender (males for Abduxuel). The three feats starting with "Unseelie" are from the Complete Psion but are called "Illithid" for flavor reasons I renamed them. Finally "Psionic Prodigy" is a modified version of 1st level feat "Magical Prodigy" just with psionics.<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Biography:</span><br/><br/>The abandoned wooden shacks that rotted in the most decrepit area of the port's shanties were shunned even by the beggars as the area was nothing more then rotted filth sinking slowly into fetid pools of still water.  The most dank and dirty of the cities establishments  paid no mind to disposing of their trash and refuse among what was left of the decaying constructions. Some people, if they could still be called people, however had no choice but to live there  in the stink and squalor.  As much as the homeless needed the charity of others they were quick to take from each other if they could.  One man and woman, kept in constant fear lived where other vagrants wouldn't even look.  The elven couple were kept as slaves until rendered blind and deaf from disease or abuse. Being devoid of value to their masters they were thrown out. On their own they could find foul sustenance among what others discarded. They stayed hidden to avoid being victimized. The one time they knew they had to find help was when the female was ready to give birth.<br/><br/>It was no happy occasion to have another mouth to feed, and yet the pair were too fearful of others to allow their child in any one elses hands. Unlike his parents the child was quite canny and in full possession of his visual and auditory senses. The infants screams for help went unheard by his parents as pests and vermin crawled over him inside the lightless box in which he existed.  His first words were things said to beg of others. He would often to go the other parts of town to prostrate himself before others hoping to evoke enough sympathy to acquire from strangers what he could not from his parents. Earp had been what his parents called him. It wasn't even so much a name as it was a sound that was easy for them to make. He was a cute baby that despite being underfed grew into a beautiful boy. It was in a pediastric relationship with a rich gentleman, his handsome looks became his salvation.<br/><br/>In his patron's household he became a sponge for knowledge. He was given an education, clothes, and enough food to never be hungry. Letting his mentor use his body seemed odd at times but the human connection at least filled the cold he felt within. Earp even became friends with his masters children and was often paraded at gatherings for his unconventional wit and exotic beauty. Years of contentment passed until foreign troubles called his patron away. The mistress of the house would not let him stay anywhere on the property and so Earp went back to the streets and stayed once more in the light less squalor his parents did. In his extreme depression he didn't even see the disease covering his parents flesh until it was too late. He contracted their leprosy and his beautiful body and face putrefied.  His face and genitals withered and ruptured in painful pustular fits. His beautiful body, the only thing that made him worthy of love, decayed right before his eyes. He exhaled his last labored breath alone and unwanted.<br/><br/>For most that would have been the end, but the capacious fey of the winter court thought there still might be a use for the young man. Their black magic revived him and carried his away into the feywild. Time passes differently among the insidious nobles of the constantly feuding summer and winter courts. There is no telling how much time the young man slaved away in the malleable reality of the cruel feylords. As he adapted to their ways he lost his ties to reality. He is now a legitimate member of House Archwinter free to pursue his own bizarre agenda.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Description:</span><br/>Abduxuel's icy beauty is frozen perfection. Devoid of the imperfections that come with being part of reality he is entrancing at a glance and chilling to behold when closely examined. Long lustrous hair of ebony and silver frame the porcelain complexion of his face. (His darts are hidden in his hair as hairpins) He stands tall and graceful with tipple sectioned white wings growing from his back. This angelic countenance has been the downfall of many champions of virtue who equate angelic grace with goodness. Pitty not those killed by The Heart of Glass, pitty those who lost their shadow. [His beauty is so chillingly otherworldly that his template gives him a short range aura that penalizes others saving throws based on his charisma]<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Personality:</span><br/>Vain, Manipulative, Sadistic, Sardonic, Deeply sexual and detached from others. Abduxuel's words usually drip with sarcasm and double ententes. He views people as a whole as tools and individually as toys. He adores art and disdains wanton destruction. The only thing more terrifyingly chilling then having Abduxuel's hatred, is having his love.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Sexuality:</span><br/>While he only takes sexual pleasure from men he is not above seducing women if it benefits him. He was raised in life much like an high class courtesan when he wasn't wallowing in filth.  Also having existed as an object of pleasure for inhuman entities of godlike power there is little he hasn't experiences. Sex is very much a dangerous game of power for him and eh draws much pleasure from the pain of those who lose.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Goals:</span><br/>Despite not being a divine caster of any sort Abduxuel is rather spiritual. His patron goddess Cegilune is a frightening entity worshipped primarily by hags. He hopes to help her regain some of the power she lost, or at least claim some of her former beauty for himself. He partakes of one profane right a year in Cegilune's name where he sacrifices 3 virgins and bathes in their blood. This is both to honor his goddess and to appease her so she will not take his beauty away like she did with the hags.<br/><br/>Leadership is likely going to be Abduxuels 6th level feat. He is very magnetic and tends to develop a cult like following. He is also looking forward to reaching the pinicle of controlling the minds of others with terrifying 4th level powers like Domination which will allow him to telepathically override the free will of others. As well as Fatal Attraction which compels his victim to do everything in their power to experience the "joy" of suicide.<br/>