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Character Info
Oct. 31st, 2012 10:25 am→ IC
□ Name: Mavros Shahrizai
□ Series: Kushiel's Legacy
□ Canon point:Midway of Kushiel’s Scion, after Imriel leaves for Tiberium.
□ History: Official Kushiel’s Legacy wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kushiel's_Legacy
Mavros’ rather scanty wikia page: http://kushiel.wikia.com/wiki/Mavros_Shahrizai
Shahrizai wikia: http://kushiel.wikia.com/wiki/Shahrizai
□ Age: 20
□ Personality: Soon after Mavros is introduced in Kushiel’s Scion he is described by Phèdre no Delaunay to Imriel as having a “head full of seventeen-year-old’s thoughts and a belly full of seventeen-year-old’s desires” a heavy observation of Mavros’ youthful, whimsical and often lustful nature. He is young, a man coming into the prime of his years and he takes it all with stride and a smile. After all, the first time he catches sight of Imriel he grins at the young prince and all his appearances afterwards come with smiles, quips and jibes - sweet as the lash of a whip and clever as well. Unlike Imriel, who dwells and lets the nature of his burgeoning sexuality fester until it turns against him, Mavros fully embraces his tastes which often range to the more extreme of sadomaschocism since he belongs to one of the oldest Kusheline houses and with that one of the purest bloodlines tracing back to their god Kushiel, the angel of punishment.
Mavros has all the over-confidence of youth and the charm to back it up without coming off as completely obnoxious. Having grown up in the Shahrizai family and in the D’Angeline court at the City of Elua is he well versed in his manners and the games that are played among the peers of the realm. He uses them to add to his charm and perhaps plays it all up a bit, for his own amusement. However, unlike most of his family, especially the famed Melisande Shahrizai, Imriel’s mother, he does not ply them thick with so ulterior motives. It would not be out of the question to assume that his family would impress the benefit of befriending Imriel, who is third in line to the throne. Yet Mavros goes about so naturally and truly seems to be fond of the broody prince.
He has a skill for reading people and seeing what subjects are sensitive with them and then prodding those particular places. Mavros does so repeatedly with Imriel, the sharpest of jabs coming the topic of Phèdre who is Imriel’s adopted mother and Kushiel’s Chosen (one marked by the gods to enjoy pain as well as pleasure, an anguissette). He slings easy shots at Imriel’s discomfort with Phèdre ’s nature and how it coincides with his own being a Scion of Kushiel (one who, by nature, have darker sexual urges that blur the line between pain and pleasure). He doesn’t do so maliciously, only to push Imriel towards the truth of things that he grinds his heels against so adamantly. “But it is who I am. I cannot help it. And it is who you are, cousin,” he tells Imriel at one point.
He continues to push and nudge his cousin towards trying to accept this part of himself as he truly believes Imriel would be much happier for it. For why not? He certainly is happy himself. Raised by the insular, tight-knit clan of his family, Mavros does not for a moment pause over what he is or what he will become, instead he enjoys the present moment and looks forward to the future with the optimism that only comes with headstrong youth. This is not to say he is blind towards the differences that come due to their personal history. Imriel was not raised in the same family and his past is one specked with hardship and pain. When Mavros treads on this he is quick to apologize and eventually to make peace and he makes sure to tend to Imriel’s needs when he pushes like when he takes the young prince to the Valerian House, one of the sanctioned pleasure houses of the City of Elua where sex becomes a sacred art. This particular house sex that has to do with darker pleasures found in pain, bondage, dominance and submission and the adepts there one trained to yield themselves to their dominant clients. Mavros tends to Imriel through the night, soothing his fears at indulging in this side of himself and encouraging him along. He says on multiple times that it’ll be fun and to him it is.
(Missing:Notes on loyalty towards family and Imriel under threat)
His nature is also the easy-going sort and he is not one to let bad blood boil over- at least not on his part. If the other party wishes to stew, Mavros will merely shrug and leave them to it. He believes such change cannot be forced.
Overall Mavros is a bright young man, quick-witted and clever with his tongue. He’s friendly, open to his moods and laughter and hardly ashamed to be generous with both. When it comes to his family and his nature he is convicted and loyal and he wishes to imbue the same joy that he is finding in life into others if they seem to be lacking. He is definitely a creature of the courts with his manners and his knowledge of the intricate dances placed there, the politics, the games of courtship, love and desire - but with all his charisma and confidence he shines true in his own light.
□ Appearance: Like all D’Angeline’s, Mavros is uncommonly attractive for the entire nation is said to be touched by the bloodline of the Elua and his angel companions that they now worship as dieties. His features are sharp and he bears the stamp of the Shahrizai family with his long black-blue hair and vivid dark-blue eyes describe by Imriel like a “starry sky”. He often wears his hair completely braided in tiny individual plaits and sticks to the colors of his house, black and rich gold.
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□ Third Person Sample:
Oh, it was quite the dream indeed. Set in the familiarity of his family’’s dungeon in the Valerian house. Two adepts kneeling between him blindfolded thusly and tied with their hands behind their back, red lines rising and darkening from the kiss of his whip. They both had been brought to the shimmering peak of their desire before he released them from the chains that swayed above and they both now fought over attending to his own with eager mouths affixing every trick of the languisement that they had been taught. Marvos was finding himself rather fond of the one on the right, who had no qualms about trailing lower than his phallus and taking the heavy weight of his filling desire into their mouth, suckling this side of perfection...
Yes, quite the dream, which is why when Marvos awoke, thick-headed and stretched in rich sheets he did little more than stretch with his eyes remaining close. It was no surprise to wake up nude, he tended to sleep that way more often than not. He even found himself considering reaching down and doing something about that half-well of desire his dream had stirred but a turn of his head made him aware of something that quickly snapped his senses away from such indlugent thoughts. There was a weight about his neck, a heavy one. Not one for wearing to jewelry to bed it was more than passing odd.
Marvos’ hand jerked up to feel along what felt like a tightly corded chain wound about his neck. He opened his eyes soon after, staring up at the ceiling with a frown crossing the smooth expanse of his brows. Just what was this? Those same eyes, a blue as the richest twilight flicked around the room and the appointments of it were foreign but recognizable, after all there had been a few salons done in the southern style of Tiberium within the City that he had visited...
The following clamber out of the bed was not his most graceful but there were none around to watch so it mattered not. Marvos left the bed he awoke in and stumbled over to the mirror he quickly located, hand still on the chain about his neck. A chain indeed, one of fine silver and tightly-wrought links that nearly flowed into one another. A pretty passing piece of adornment and in truth it did not look unappealing on him, with his black hair in all its countless braids falling around his shoulders....but that is only if one is so fond of collars.
And he was not.
Not on him.
Was this some trick of his cousins? Marvos bared his teeth in a grin at the mirror. So he lost a bet did he? A pity he could not remember exactly over...what. Strange, though...he could not get it off nor find a latch or a catch to do so no matter how he turned the thing around or examined it by touch and sight.
His clothing he found by the edge of the bed. Marvos shrugged into his breeches and his plain shirt, lacing it up haphazardly but decided against getting into his doublet for the moment. Another attempt at the collar and another failure. That was beginning to bother him. Almost as much as the view...
Which, was decidedly not anything he would see in the City of Elua. Treading carefully on his bare feet Marvos approached the window and leaned against the edge, shielding his eyes from the morning light reflecting over this new city he seemed to awaken in. Past the flat buildings with all their columns he could see the glittering reflection of the sea in the distance.
Well.
Marvos let out a low whistle.
“Now how in Elua’s name did I end up in Tiberium...?”
--
→ Mun:
□ Name: Tans
□ Age: 25
□ Contact: AIM: DarkLordTansura, Plurk:twentystitches
□ Journal: girl_dissolving @ dreamwidth
□ Name: Mavros Shahrizai
□ Series: Kushiel's Legacy
□ Canon point:Midway of Kushiel’s Scion, after Imriel leaves for Tiberium.
□ History: Official Kushiel’s Legacy wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kushiel's_Legacy
Mavros’ rather scanty wikia page: http://kushiel.wikia.com/wiki/Mavros_Shahrizai
Shahrizai wikia: http://kushiel.wikia.com/wiki/Shahrizai
□ Age: 20
□ Personality: Soon after Mavros is introduced in Kushiel’s Scion he is described by Phèdre no Delaunay to Imriel as having a “head full of seventeen-year-old’s thoughts and a belly full of seventeen-year-old’s desires” a heavy observation of Mavros’ youthful, whimsical and often lustful nature. He is young, a man coming into the prime of his years and he takes it all with stride and a smile. After all, the first time he catches sight of Imriel he grins at the young prince and all his appearances afterwards come with smiles, quips and jibes - sweet as the lash of a whip and clever as well. Unlike Imriel, who dwells and lets the nature of his burgeoning sexuality fester until it turns against him, Mavros fully embraces his tastes which often range to the more extreme of sadomaschocism since he belongs to one of the oldest Kusheline houses and with that one of the purest bloodlines tracing back to their god Kushiel, the angel of punishment.
Mavros has all the over-confidence of youth and the charm to back it up without coming off as completely obnoxious. Having grown up in the Shahrizai family and in the D’Angeline court at the City of Elua is he well versed in his manners and the games that are played among the peers of the realm. He uses them to add to his charm and perhaps plays it all up a bit, for his own amusement. However, unlike most of his family, especially the famed Melisande Shahrizai, Imriel’s mother, he does not ply them thick with so ulterior motives. It would not be out of the question to assume that his family would impress the benefit of befriending Imriel, who is third in line to the throne. Yet Mavros goes about so naturally and truly seems to be fond of the broody prince.
He has a skill for reading people and seeing what subjects are sensitive with them and then prodding those particular places. Mavros does so repeatedly with Imriel, the sharpest of jabs coming the topic of Phèdre who is Imriel’s adopted mother and Kushiel’s Chosen (one marked by the gods to enjoy pain as well as pleasure, an anguissette). He slings easy shots at Imriel’s discomfort with Phèdre ’s nature and how it coincides with his own being a Scion of Kushiel (one who, by nature, have darker sexual urges that blur the line between pain and pleasure). He doesn’t do so maliciously, only to push Imriel towards the truth of things that he grinds his heels against so adamantly. “But it is who I am. I cannot help it. And it is who you are, cousin,” he tells Imriel at one point.
He continues to push and nudge his cousin towards trying to accept this part of himself as he truly believes Imriel would be much happier for it. For why not? He certainly is happy himself. Raised by the insular, tight-knit clan of his family, Mavros does not for a moment pause over what he is or what he will become, instead he enjoys the present moment and looks forward to the future with the optimism that only comes with headstrong youth. This is not to say he is blind towards the differences that come due to their personal history. Imriel was not raised in the same family and his past is one specked with hardship and pain. When Mavros treads on this he is quick to apologize and eventually to make peace and he makes sure to tend to Imriel’s needs when he pushes like when he takes the young prince to the Valerian House, one of the sanctioned pleasure houses of the City of Elua where sex becomes a sacred art. This particular house sex that has to do with darker pleasures found in pain, bondage, dominance and submission and the adepts there one trained to yield themselves to their dominant clients. Mavros tends to Imriel through the night, soothing his fears at indulging in this side of himself and encouraging him along. He says on multiple times that it’ll be fun and to him it is.
(Missing:Notes on loyalty towards family and Imriel under threat)
His nature is also the easy-going sort and he is not one to let bad blood boil over- at least not on his part. If the other party wishes to stew, Mavros will merely shrug and leave them to it. He believes such change cannot be forced.
Overall Mavros is a bright young man, quick-witted and clever with his tongue. He’s friendly, open to his moods and laughter and hardly ashamed to be generous with both. When it comes to his family and his nature he is convicted and loyal and he wishes to imbue the same joy that he is finding in life into others if they seem to be lacking. He is definitely a creature of the courts with his manners and his knowledge of the intricate dances placed there, the politics, the games of courtship, love and desire - but with all his charisma and confidence he shines true in his own light.
□ Appearance: Like all D’Angeline’s, Mavros is uncommonly attractive for the entire nation is said to be touched by the bloodline of the Elua and his angel companions that they now worship as dieties. His features are sharp and he bears the stamp of the Shahrizai family with his long black-blue hair and vivid dark-blue eyes describe by Imriel like a “starry sky”. He often wears his hair completely braided in tiny individual plaits and sticks to the colors of his house, black and rich gold.
------
□ Third Person Sample:
Oh, it was quite the dream indeed. Set in the familiarity of his family’’s dungeon in the Valerian house. Two adepts kneeling between him blindfolded thusly and tied with their hands behind their back, red lines rising and darkening from the kiss of his whip. They both had been brought to the shimmering peak of their desire before he released them from the chains that swayed above and they both now fought over attending to his own with eager mouths affixing every trick of the languisement that they had been taught. Marvos was finding himself rather fond of the one on the right, who had no qualms about trailing lower than his phallus and taking the heavy weight of his filling desire into their mouth, suckling this side of perfection...
Yes, quite the dream, which is why when Marvos awoke, thick-headed and stretched in rich sheets he did little more than stretch with his eyes remaining close. It was no surprise to wake up nude, he tended to sleep that way more often than not. He even found himself considering reaching down and doing something about that half-well of desire his dream had stirred but a turn of his head made him aware of something that quickly snapped his senses away from such indlugent thoughts. There was a weight about his neck, a heavy one. Not one for wearing to jewelry to bed it was more than passing odd.
Marvos’ hand jerked up to feel along what felt like a tightly corded chain wound about his neck. He opened his eyes soon after, staring up at the ceiling with a frown crossing the smooth expanse of his brows. Just what was this? Those same eyes, a blue as the richest twilight flicked around the room and the appointments of it were foreign but recognizable, after all there had been a few salons done in the southern style of Tiberium within the City that he had visited...
The following clamber out of the bed was not his most graceful but there were none around to watch so it mattered not. Marvos left the bed he awoke in and stumbled over to the mirror he quickly located, hand still on the chain about his neck. A chain indeed, one of fine silver and tightly-wrought links that nearly flowed into one another. A pretty passing piece of adornment and in truth it did not look unappealing on him, with his black hair in all its countless braids falling around his shoulders....but that is only if one is so fond of collars.
And he was not.
Not on him.
Was this some trick of his cousins? Marvos bared his teeth in a grin at the mirror. So he lost a bet did he? A pity he could not remember exactly over...what. Strange, though...he could not get it off nor find a latch or a catch to do so no matter how he turned the thing around or examined it by touch and sight.
His clothing he found by the edge of the bed. Marvos shrugged into his breeches and his plain shirt, lacing it up haphazardly but decided against getting into his doublet for the moment. Another attempt at the collar and another failure. That was beginning to bother him. Almost as much as the view...
Which, was decidedly not anything he would see in the City of Elua. Treading carefully on his bare feet Marvos approached the window and leaned against the edge, shielding his eyes from the morning light reflecting over this new city he seemed to awaken in. Past the flat buildings with all their columns he could see the glittering reflection of the sea in the distance.
Well.
Marvos let out a low whistle.
“Now how in Elua’s name did I end up in Tiberium...?”
--
→ Mun:
□ Name: Tans
□ Age: 25
□ Contact: AIM: DarkLordTansura, Plurk:twentystitches
□ Journal: girl_dissolving @ dreamwidth
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