Declan Rawlings
Declan Rawlings (a.k.a. The Widow)
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Physical Description
General Physical Condition
A slight dad bod that is slowly becoming a dam bod, above-average height for a Human Male.
Identifying Characteristics
A full chest tattoo that is designed with filigree in swirling gold. The filigree forms a cracked heart over where his heart beats. From the crack, roses and marigolds spill forth and the petals flow across the filigree of the whole piece. No matter which line you follow, they all lead back to the fractured heart.
Special abilities
He oddly has the ability to identify the make and model of a shoe just by the print that is left behind. Is it a useful skill? Unlike but it's a skill either way.
Specialized Equipment
Blood manipulation, his or another person's, via cutting himself or by making potions that can be injected.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
The Widow is a Blood Hunter who is recovering from alcoholism after his wife, Sylvia, was brutally taken away from him on the night of their wedding. He too would have been lost if it was for the God of Pleasure and Hedonism, Therarask, answering his cries for revenge. Little did Widow know that Therarask had reasons of their own to save Widow, for the mortal just happened to be their soulmate, the one person in the world who was made for them.
Gender Identity
Male
Sexuality
Can't think Straight...
Employment
-Retired Bounty Hunter who was based out of Tel'Rhea.
-Now is basically self-employed, struggling to earn that gold, that is until sugar god-daddy starts sharing all that gold they have.
Failures & Embarrassments
21st of Mortis'Shal 2135
-Failed to protect Sylvia from the Thing on the night of their wedding. She died because of him.
15th-16th of Ro'Theron
-Stupidity didn't realize that 1 Belle was flirting with him throughout San Futas and 2 that Belle was actually Therarask the entire time.
Personality Characteristics
Vices & Personality flaws
Because of the year of abuse (physical & mental) at the hands of his father Widow has this inner voice that is basically his father that is constantly pointing out every flaw, every time he screws up, reminding him how much of a screw up he truly is.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Sylvia
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Widow's mentor, took him in when he was about sixteen years old, gave him a place to stay, and was the first to teach him about blood magic. She is the closest thing he has to a mother though he'll probably never tell her.Family Ties
Waylon Rawlings
Age: 70 years old, Race: Kalashtar, Status: Unknown [placeholder]Martha Rawlings
Age: 52 years old, Race: Human, Status: Unknown [placeholder]Religious Views
Pre-Wedding:
Before Widow started to be an adventurer he did worship Tel'Rhea, deep down he was trying to replace the mother he didn't have.
Post-Wedding: Now Widow is fully about Therarask, even before finding out they were his soulmate. Though it's becoming less about worshiping and more about having a relationship (which is not a scary thought at all, being that involved with a freaking god).
Post-Wedding: Now Widow is fully about Therarask, even before finding out they were his soulmate. Though it's becoming less about worshiping and more about having a relationship (which is not a scary thought at all, being that involved with a freaking god).
Hobbies & Pets
Other than cutting himself to hurt others? Guess sailing could be considered a hobby? Started because no one else knew how to sail but turned into something he could do to keep him from drinking.
Oh let's not forget about making health potions (gods know everyone else does) and experimenting with blood curses. Always fun to brew potions especially when he gets to inject them into people.
Wealth & Financial state
At the moment he has a few hundred gold saved from his last job however, he's trying to save up to enhance his tattoo or get better weapons, all so he can follow rule #1: Live.
A Kalashtar trying to find out who exactly he is in this world. Therarask's Beloved, Six's Blood Hunter, Worshiper of Varoona? Trying his best to be a better man not just for himself but for those around him.
Character Location
Alignment
Chaotic Neutral
Age
Is 38. Looks 33. But doesn't matter immortal now!!
Date of Birth
8th of Ihlet'Hal 2103
Birthplace
Tel'Rhea
Children
Current Residence
Therarask
Gender
Male
Eyes
Light Mauve
Hair
Silvery White
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale like he's barely seen the sun
Height
5'10"
Weight
156
Quotes & Catchphrases
“If I could ask the gods for another favor I’d ask Caliban to stop the moon. Stop the moon and make this night, this night, and your beauty last forever.”
“Before I only ever thought that there were two kinds of love. The kind you would kill for or the kind you would die for. But you, my darling, are the kind I would live for.”
The Letter that subdued a Volcano
24th of Ro'Theron 2136
Therarask,
I’ve been sitting here for hours now, trying to take a friend’s advice and write you some sort of letter. I don’t even know if I can bring a letter to the dream if this will even work. Yet here I am filling pages upon pages of what I want no need to say to you. What I need to ask you, for there are so many things I don’t know and definitely do not understand, however, none of it felt right for a letter.
I am sorry for my outburst the other night, and the stubbornness I showed on the second one. I reacted rather poorly, and it obviously hurt and upset you in ways I never thought I could. None of that was my intention, I would never want to cause you any pain, ever. I hope you can forgive me and if not, hopefully, I can earn it one day.
I know it’s no excuse, but I was just so hurt by the news that Belle was you. There I was having spent the most incredible night with this man, utterly falling for him and thinking about some sort of future, wanting so badly to tell you all about it to have it all be ripped out from under me. It hurt because it meant you lied to me when I asked if Belle was you, even if technically you believe you didn’t (you still did, though I forgive you) but what hurt the most were the voices that came flooding into my mind. Your priest and priestess…my father, all telling me that I didn’t know you, that you were the god of trickery and that it was all just a ploy, a stupid little game and I was merely entertainment - a whore. That I was a mortal man and was foolish - daft - to even fathom I could be anything more than nothing.
However, no matter how much I do try I don’t regret San Futas, any of it. I meant what I said to Belle – well to you. And I’m probably just being utterly foolish, but I find myself caring for you before the festival. I’ve grown accustomed to those touches of yours, look forwards to the time we spend together on that platform above the jungle Oddly there were times I find myself quite jealous when I don’t feel or hear from you for a certain amount of time as well. And what I felt for Belle just grew what I felt for you. I didn’t even realize it until recently, after our fights, just how much you actually mean to me. How you were right, that it’s time to shackle myself to someone else. To live for not only vengeance but for something else as well.
Like I said before there are many things I do not understand, like you telling me that you were in trouble for traveling to Varoona to spend San Futas with me. Why would you risk it? And I have to believe it’s because I mean something to you as well, even if I can’t seem to understand why, mainly because thinking otherwise…well it’s just a dark place I won’t let my mind wonder too. I must believe that it was all real, every moment we’ve spent together. That I have some sort of effect on you, that this is more than just a patron and their devotee. I mean the volcano…really?
So, I’m going to ask a favor, I need to know if I’m right, if any of it was real and what I’ve written is even remotely true, that I haven’t miss read anything. I don’t know how but please just let me know and ease these nagging voices.
Yours,
Declan
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