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Post by Alexius Geminus on Oct 31, 2013 9:41:13 GMT -6
Alexius Geminus
Main Information;; The Known
xx Nicknames
Alex, Sister by the other maidens.xx Age / Birthday
Born twenty four years ago in mid spring.xx Gender
Any true worshiper of Cresselia must be female. Secret of secrets, he's actually a male- a feminine, cross-dressing one, but a male all the same. There isn't another living soul that knows of this, though, so as far as the Somniis population is concerned he's a woman.xx Kingdom / Providence
Somniis Kingdom.xx Occupation
The Eleventh of the Twelve Holy Maidens, the Maiden of Health.xx Society / Group
N/A. xx Rank/Class
Holy Maiden.xx Weapons
Technically, a Maiden should have need of weapons. Bloodshed is not a holy one's art form, especially for one who is supposed to represent healing. But healing is as much removing the bad as it is supporting the good. Alexius is a protector as well as a healer, and thus carries a physical weapon in addition to his Pokemon soul's abilities. He's often found sporting a large ax- nothing particularly fancy, just a steel blade on the end of a long wooden stick. Though humble to look at, it does its job, and he wields the massive weapon remarkably well for someone said to be a peaceful priestess.xx Magic
His Pokemon magic is rarely used in any sort of battle setting- partly because he isn't exactly supposed to fight, and partly because it has limited offensive use. If worse comes to worse, he's probably more likely to fall back upon his ax. He does, however, have a few tricks good for helping others.Heal Pulse; Pretty much just a bright light emanating from his fingertips. Depending on how much energy he's willing to put into it, it can do anything from soothing bruises to knitting back together flesh and bone. It isn't something for battlefield use, however- it takes a large amount of concentration if he doesn't want to mess things up.
Leech Seed; Well, it's kind of an offensive attack. Almost. It's the best he's going to get from his rather peaceful soul, in any case. All he needs is to be within a few feet of an opponent, and he can latch onto them with his magic, slowly draining their strength while healing himself. It doesn't do much visible damage, but it takes a toll on their endurance while bolstering his, so it's more useful than it might at first appear.
Trace; His Gardevoir half's special ability, Trace, allows him to search out how another person is doing. It's useful in diagnosing injuries, though he rarely uses it in combat, viewing the psychic power as cheating and dishonorable.
The Mirror Room
xx Face Claim
Libra - Fire Emblem: Awakeningxx Appearance
If any man could trick an entire society into thinking he's a woman, Alexius would probably be the one. From childhood, he'd always been rather feminine, with small, delicate features and a slim frame. Though he's an adult now, he isn't any different. His voice never changed- his mother had always slipped something or other into his tea, he isn't really sure he wants to know- and thus is high, soft and soothing and melodic. Long blonde hair flows well past his shoulders, often found partially or entirely braided, and his eyes are a vivid green. His pale skin is littered with scars, most extensive across his back but also along the insides of his arms and across the tops of his shoulders. Perhaps he might be masculine, if he tried. He has a stronger jaw, broader shoulders, narrower hips than would be right for a woman, not to mention the perfectly flat chest. But these few flaws are easily hidden in the bulky robes of a Maiden, and besides, he's so entrenched in the illusion by this point that he'd be hard pressed to shed it. Something about the graceful way he moves, maybe, or the aura of gentleness that just seems to exude from his presence, but either way he does a brilliant job with his deception. In all his years, no one has guessed his secret yet, and with Cresselia's blessing no one ever will.
Open and Public
xx Personality
It's been necessary from the beginning for him to not draw attention. It was pounded into his skull from a young age- be polite, don't speak unless spoken to, don't look anyone in the eye. His entire persona revolves around protecting his secret, and most of that means trying to keep people from looking too closely. It means feigned shyness, hair in his eyes to soften the angles of his face, rarely speaking unless absolutely necessary. But live a lie for long enough and you'll start to believe it. It no longer takes any conscious effort to shy away from curious eyes; he's stopped having to remind himself to conform to their ways. And sure, technically this submissiveness is something Somniis look for in their males, but the other Maidens themselves protect him now. "Shh, don't be rude, she's fragile." "You know how her father was." He's well known on the island; all it takes is the rolling up of his sleeves to bare his scars, and suddenly the doubters go silent on the matter of his timidness.And every time they do, the guilt gnaws away at him. This wasn't his choice; he never wanted to live his life a fraud. The people of the island look up to him, as protector and healer and holy one, and it's all a lie. He tries so hard to be a good person, devoting his life to the service of the goddess, but it's never been enough to redeem himself in his own eyes. He's a kind, gentle soul by nature, not cut out for a life of deceit.
His one refuge, his one source of strength, is the goddess herself. Say what you'd like, he truly loves to serve. Though the weight of his lie constantly hangs over him, Cresselia is his refuge, the one being on the planet to which he can be completely honest. He does not believe that the goddess finds him impure- there is no fear in him that she resents him for what he is. His fellow Maidens, he believes, are misled, and he does his best to use his rank to assist any males who find themselves persecuted. But his lie is all-consuming, and when it comes to the suspicions and doubts of others, he is a coward. He'd see a male die before revealing himself, for to do so would take him away from the service of his goddess. It is hypocritical and he despises himself for it, but that is simply what he is.
The Secret Side of Me
xx Greatest Secret
He's a male. Problematic on Somniis even for a normal citizen, but for him, who's spent a lifetime in the service of an all-female clergy... Should anyone find out, well, there are worse things than death.xx Greatest Fear
Being discovered, of course. He genuinely loves his work, believing that he's doing the will of a kind and loving goddess, and to do that would kill him. Well, emotionally, in any case. The other Maidens would kill him in a more literal sense, as well, but that pales in comparison.xx Greatest Desire
He wants to live an honest life- not that he would actually be a woman, no, but he wants equality on Somniis. He wants to be himself and still be allowed to serve his goddess, but... well, such thoughts are treason, even for someone as powerful as one of the Twelve.Out of This World
xx Pokemon
Perhaps this is what has made him different, but the other half of his soul is a female- a Gardevoir named Sarra. Graceful and kind, she is usually the one to cheer him up when the guilt of his deception threatens to overwhelm him. Due to her psychic nature, she can telepathically converse with other humans, whether or not they are capable of seeing her. They have a strong bond and resonate strongly, allowing their combined form to appear something close to human- of course, since Gardevoir are humanoid, it can be somewhat hard to tell. Either way, Sarra affords him her strength and defensive abilities, as well as a beautiful, unearthly grace. He tends to take her form while healing, to use her expertise and mental strength, and the Somniis say it's quite something to behold.This is His story
xx History
His mother was a powerful woman- well, most Somniis women were, but her more than most. She was confident and strong and most of all ambitious; as a girl, she'd dreamed of being one of the Twelve Maidens, one of the most powerful women in the known world. And, on the day of her dream, the goddess called her out on it. Not only was she not chosen, but her soul was a Sableye- ghost and dark and obsessed with gemstones, a symbol of evil and greed. She was devastated, of course, but she would not be thwarted so easily. She was not a stupid woman, his mother, and thus went about making herself invaluable. She went to school and excelled, living off of her parents' money until she came of age. At that point, she took the first possible opportunity and got married- the poor boy was forced into it, quite possibly against his will, but that was unimportant. She needed a daughter, and he would provide her one.Except he didn't. Her first pregnancy came and went, leaving her with a son. A large, healthy boy, powerful, masculine. A couple in any other kingdom would have been thrilled; she left the child to the care of his father and all but ignored him. Years came and went, three, four, five. Two more boys. Alexius was the fourth, but he was different- he was not strong like his brothers. He had his mother's features, a small child, elegant. Feminine. Anywhere else in the world and he would have been a disgrace, but his mother latched on to him desperately. It had become apparent in her mind that she had been cursed by Cresselia, and thus, he was the closest she was going to get to a daughter. That was okay; she could work with it. She'd just have to turn him into a girl, that was all.
And that was what she did. Even as an infant, he was announced to the community as her first and only daughter. And while she neglected her three other children, he was her world. What he wouldn't have given for things to be different. His brothers hated him. His father disliked him, though that was tempered by something close to pity. He never really saw any of them- he was too busy training, day after day, coached in the ways of being a woman by his ever-so-slightly psychotic mother.
And at first it wasn't so bad. He got the best food, the most attention. He was doted on, even loved, in comparison to the others. And it did seem to make a certain twisted kind of sense- he was born feminine, after all. Perhaps it was a mark of Cresselia's favor. Besides, even then, he'd always been a kind creature. If he could become someone worth noticing, someone, dare he say it, powerful, he could support his family. That was something worth fighting for, wasn't it? But as he grew and approached the day of his dream, he slowly began to doubt it. His mother became more and more tense, and thus more and more harsh with his training.
By the time he was ten, slip-ups were no longer tolerated. If he tripped, if he doubted, if he cried- if he displeased her in any way- her abuse was no longer verbal. It started small, at first, a cuff on the ear, a light smack with the back of her hand. His brothers, too, could feel it- it wasn't uncommon to be pushed aside and hit and laughed at. He was a stranger in his own household, and now it grew dangerous. Once, he even tried to tell a neighbor- that the bruise on his face wasn't from an accident, that there was a reason 'she' let 'her' brothers boss her around when they were just silly little males- but needless to say, that did not end well for him. He'd never thought that getting hit would draw blood, but apparently, if you chose the right switch off the right tree, it most definitely would.
The day of his ceremony he was sore and bloody, his back lashed with scars. He tried to keep it hidden, but it wasn't difficult for the presiding priestesses to discover. He hesitated; worked his mouth several times, waiting for words to come, but his mother was there intervening before he could speak. She wove a terrible story of abuse by his father and brothers, and because she was a girl and they were not, she was believed. They went on with his ceremony at planned, his injuries now protecting him from scrutiny that might otherwise have revealed him. After that, his ceremony went smoothly, and he awoke with another soul and a goddess's blessing. Perhaps it was their pity that helped him through the trials, or perhaps it was the fact that Cresselia had chosen him, he was a boy and she had chosen him, but either way he made it. He was named the Eleventh Maiden, the Maiden of Health, and a new life begun. A life free from pain, from abuse, from lies.
He thought. Truth was, though the pain stopped, the lies did not. If anything, now it was worse, for this time the ones he lied to actually cared for him, in their own way. It broke his heart every time to pull away from them, as they were only trying to help, but what could he do? His mother had completely entrenched him in this, it was far too late to back out now. He had to separate himself from them, careful to only bathe and change when alone, even while the others lived and trusted each other. They were suspicious, at first, but slowly they warmed to him, even as he learned to care for them. With his new power, he could avoid his mother entirely, even changing his last name from hers to one of his own invention: Geminus. Double, two-fold: in light of the dual life he was living. But though the guilt weighed him down, life went on. The other Maidens became his family, his sisters, his friends, and Cresselia became his first true parental figure. It was a paranoid, fearful life, but it was life, and better than anything he'd known yet.
xx OOC Name
Zero.xx Other Characters
Lucifer.Bio form by ♠spade♠
