River Michaels

[anthiena]

Name: River Michaels
Nick Names or Alias: Riv
Age: 112
Aesthetic Age: 42
Gender: Male
Sexual Preferances: Straight
Breed/Form: Fairest
Kith:

Incubus

Powers:

Vice to Vice

Derangement(s):

Mild Autism-moderate Asperger's Syndrome

Misc.:

Loves: Massages. Oh god, yes.
Likes: Fire (Kind of a pyro) and uh-nevermind. Also, animals.
Dislikes: Not a whole lot...
Quirks: His speech is a bit... dated.

Foci:

None

Deformities:

None. (I mean come on, Fairest here.)

Appearance:

A black haired, fair skinned, almost androgynous man, his bright green eyes like emeralds. His features seem almost feminine and angular. He is extremely well aged and elegant-looking.

Fashion Sense/Style:

He prefers suits and formal clothes or clothes that are very soft to the touch-silks and the like. His dress sense is extremely retro.

Personality:

A man who is rather sensual and yet at the same time clueless, River usually comes across as flirtatious and charming to the extreme... and yet, at the same time, his manner seems kind of empty, as if his heart isn't really into what he is doing. He seems at once, both devious and empty of plots and at times, unknowingly cruel. He has a number of seemingly Sociopathic tendencies when it comes to the pain of others.

Physical-Strength: 6
Intelligence: 14
Speed: 9
Leadership: 4
Melee: 7
Unarmed: 4
Ranged: 6
History:

Born to an affluent couple in New England, as a sixteen year old, he struck out on his own, coming to glamorous New York. He worked as an actor, getting a name for himself on the Vaudeville scene. In those days, the Roaring Twenties was very much in full swing, with him a zoot suit, dancing to big bands and swing music.

Among his lovers was one he never should have taken with-a woman who was far older than she appeared who fell for him and his talents with his body. He was, so he believed at the time, head over heels in love.

He spent time traveling in a moderately successful show, taking this woman along for the ride. She drew even more attention out in the wilds and small towns.

Such was the wild times, the fae feeling of the times that a human couldn't know when he met one of the fair folk... and of course such a 'talented' man was taken to Arcadia.

Once there, his Mistress took actions to prolong his beauty-and his life. His purpose became his talent in bed and for a long time, that was all he knew-pleasure and beauty. He still retained his curiosity and will.

It was, however, a memory that brought him back. He'd wanted to return to New York and this wish became an obsession. The memory of dirty, yet glamorous New York pervaded his memory.

Finally, he decided to make a bet with his master-the woman he no longer loved-perhaps never had-his bet seemed impossible: He would learn to use an instrument in an hour without magical help. The instrument of choice? A penny whistle; which he was able to quickly learn enough to play a simple song.

He'd never said master the instrument, only learn how to use it.

In return, he made it back to the human world and found it changed-the cars were different, computers had been invented, styles had changed... everything had changed. He wrote down his name and found his way to a hospital, claiming his memories gone.

An instant mystery, he was reintroduced to American and human life. His acting didn't need to be flawless-much of the modern world bewildered him and he was believed by authorities. Retaining his name, he set out to New York.

He saw the lights and though it was not Arcadia and in spite of it's sheen of dirt, it was the most beautiful thing he'd seen in a long time.

Even changed, it was home.

[Iota]