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Name : Rafael Zeringue Valour
Age : 27
Eye colour : Very dark brown
Hair : Brown-black dreads, about shoulder-blade length
Body type : Athletic
Nationality : Creole
Outfits : Beat up jeans and sneakers, plain t-shirts, zip up hoodies. Simple pendants.
Distinguishing features : Goatee
Short personality : Relaxed in a confident way, comes around somewhere between tolerant and distant, deadpan sense of humour. Sees a lot and says little. Has a temper and doesn't give a shit about authority. Isn't afraid to be openly irritated or bored; enjoys being in large groups and with kindred souls.
Theme song : The Wrong Side - Abney Park
Deity : Kalfu (Loa)
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Age : 27
Eye colour : Very dark brown
Hair : Brown-black dreads, about shoulder-blade length
Body type : Athletic
Nationality : Creole
Outfits : Beat up jeans and sneakers, plain t-shirts, zip up hoodies. Simple pendants.
Distinguishing features : Goatee
Short personality : Relaxed in a confident way, comes around somewhere between tolerant and distant, deadpan sense of humour. Sees a lot and says little. Has a temper and doesn't give a shit about authority. Isn't afraid to be openly irritated or bored; enjoys being in large groups and with kindred souls.
Theme song : The Wrong Side - Abney Park
Deity : Kalfu (Loa)
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Raf's priorities are very clear to him, but not always to those around him -- he doesn't save the world because he cares about it, but because he wants to protect those important to him. Hurting those same people is done without hesitation if he thinks it's for their own good, and he won't apologise for his actions. Temporary pain is a small price to pay for achieving his goals, but that doesn't mean he's fearless, just that the fear is unimportant.
He believes everyone has a role to play, but finds the idea that everything happens for a reason to be laughable. Traditions are very important, and he has many of his own -- both ones that venerate the Loa, and ones that idly acknowledge the importance of someone else's existence. The moment is more important than the journey or the destination, and he feels it would be betraying this belief to have long-term goals or any sort of life plan. He's reluctant to accept leadership responsibilities in any sort of situation, but openly resents being denied autonomy.
Unless there's a reason to let the masses know what he's thinking or what his motives are, Raf plays his cards close to his chest -- he's a practised liar, and while maybe not as rational as his silence would imply, has strong control over his emotions. His general attitude tends towards one idle disinterest, and as such as he is seen as often unapproachable, but not exactly cold.
Often amused but rarely smiling, he only laughs when he's drunk. His tone is never emotionless unless he's making a deliberate point, but that doesn't mean it expresses more than sarcasm most of the time. He has an insatiable curiousity for mythology and the such, but only really shows excitement when he can share this knowledge. If something genuinely angers them then his reaction will be swift and often violent, but he won't hold a grudge once he's acted -- and he won't sulk if someone ties to one-up him to save face. (He won't allow it, but he won't be insulted about it) He constantly keeps score and won't hesitate to call in a favour, no matter how inconvenient -- but this works both ways, and he won't balk when someone demands he pay up, either. He believes honouring his own parents to be incredibly important, but considers most other parents to be fucking morons not even worth his time, let alone that of their offspring.
Raf isn't bothered by people getting up in his personal space, but he's not touchy-feely by nature and rarely initiates contact -- although he does tend to show affection physically, it's usually in private. The gifts he offers are small and usually seem insignificant, and he's uncomfortable showing gratitude that extends past a stoic
He believes everyone has a role to play, but finds the idea that everything happens for a reason to be laughable. Traditions are very important, and he has many of his own -- both ones that venerate the Loa, and ones that idly acknowledge the importance of someone else's existence. The moment is more important than the journey or the destination, and he feels it would be betraying this belief to have long-term goals or any sort of life plan. He's reluctant to accept leadership responsibilities in any sort of situation, but openly resents being denied autonomy.
Unless there's a reason to let the masses know what he's thinking or what his motives are, Raf plays his cards close to his chest -- he's a practised liar, and while maybe not as rational as his silence would imply, has strong control over his emotions. His general attitude tends towards one idle disinterest, and as such as he is seen as often unapproachable, but not exactly cold.
Often amused but rarely smiling, he only laughs when he's drunk. His tone is never emotionless unless he's making a deliberate point, but that doesn't mean it expresses more than sarcasm most of the time. He has an insatiable curiousity for mythology and the such, but only really shows excitement when he can share this knowledge. If something genuinely angers them then his reaction will be swift and often violent, but he won't hold a grudge once he's acted -- and he won't sulk if someone ties to one-up him to save face. (He won't allow it, but he won't be insulted about it) He constantly keeps score and won't hesitate to call in a favour, no matter how inconvenient -- but this works both ways, and he won't balk when someone demands he pay up, either. He believes honouring his own parents to be incredibly important, but considers most other parents to be fucking morons not even worth his time, let alone that of their offspring.
Raf isn't bothered by people getting up in his personal space, but he's not touchy-feely by nature and rarely initiates contact -- although he does tend to show affection physically, it's usually in private. The gifts he offers are small and usually seem insignificant, and he's uncomfortable showing gratitude that extends past a stoic
At that start of Lexi's story, Raf has already been in the war a while -- he knows what's up and how to use the gifts he's been given. There's no learning curve, because he's been there and done that.
Though not as strong as Lucas, he's stronger that he appears -- but he doesn't rely on this, and favour close combat. He has two bladed weapons that he uses for kills, but throwing a rock is much easier and just as effective. He's athletic, more agile than fast, and his stamina isn't eternal. He is hyper aware of his surroundings, and will pick up on an approaching threat or notice when something it out of place long before any of the others. Of Lexi's group, he's one of the most comfortable with divine gifts, and uses his own without qualms -- the silver ring allows him to walk through shadows, even if he's pro at being stealthy without it. He uses this more to augment his fighting than in lieu of it, mostly implementing it to get a better angle of attack. He's not the first choice for recon because he won't avoid a scrap if he can get into one, but he's fine with that -- to Raf, there is nothing wrong with being a cog in a bigger machine, and he embraces this position. Maybe his skills would have evolved further, but it was a bit hard to practice once he was dead and Lexi looted his corpse. |
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PAST
For as long as he could remember, Raf knew he wasn't human -- his mother didn't hesitate to teach him that his father was Kalfu, and one day he would come to demand his services in the war.
She moved from New Orleans when she was young and brash, determined to make something of herself. Instead she found herself in a menial job, and as soon as Raf was born, she never regretted a single thing she did. She was perfectly content with her life and kept in contact with her parents, who nonetheless never played a large role in his childhood. She never allowed him to doubt how much he was loved, and though they lived in a shitty neighbourhood, that never bothered either of them.
His mother encouraged his interest in mythology; she was more than willing to share her own knowledge with him so he would be prepared for what came next, and kept the traditions of her childhood alive. It was important to her that he didn't forget where he came from, even it was so mundane.
When he was young, Raf snuck into an orchard -- not for any specific reason, he was just bored. He spent the afternoon sitting in a tree and eating stolen apples (they were bitter and unripe, but it was the principle of it), and this ended with him being traded a glass of lemonade for one. Quite before he understood what was happening, he and Lexi were best forth in henceforth inseparable.
As he got older, he began to understand how shitty his situation was -- he still loved his mother fiercely, but could no longer be content with nothing and was frustrated that she didn't share his view. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, but he vowed one day to escape, taking both her and Lexi with him. If she was ever disappointed he spent less and less time at home and more and more time out doing dumb things, it was never spoken of.
For as long as he could remember, Raf knew he wasn't human -- his mother didn't hesitate to teach him that his father was Kalfu, and one day he would come to demand his services in the war.
She moved from New Orleans when she was young and brash, determined to make something of herself. Instead she found herself in a menial job, and as soon as Raf was born, she never regretted a single thing she did. She was perfectly content with her life and kept in contact with her parents, who nonetheless never played a large role in his childhood. She never allowed him to doubt how much he was loved, and though they lived in a shitty neighbourhood, that never bothered either of them.
His mother encouraged his interest in mythology; she was more than willing to share her own knowledge with him so he would be prepared for what came next, and kept the traditions of her childhood alive. It was important to her that he didn't forget where he came from, even it was so mundane.
When he was young, Raf snuck into an orchard -- not for any specific reason, he was just bored. He spent the afternoon sitting in a tree and eating stolen apples (they were bitter and unripe, but it was the principle of it), and this ended with him being traded a glass of lemonade for one. Quite before he understood what was happening, he and Lexi were best forth in henceforth inseparable.
As he got older, he began to understand how shitty his situation was -- he still loved his mother fiercely, but could no longer be content with nothing and was frustrated that she didn't share his view. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, but he vowed one day to escape, taking both her and Lexi with him. If she was ever disappointed he spent less and less time at home and more and more time out doing dumb things, it was never spoken of.
![]() Amber Amber's fate is bound to Raf's and he is divinely obligated to protect her, but their relationship never extends past that of brother and sister -- she worships the ground he walks on and only wants him to be happy, and he confides in her the things he can't tell anyone else for fear of losing face, but neither harbours any romantic notions about the other. Band He has his own Bandmates. They're bros, and they kill things. |
Lexi Lexi is his bff 4eva, but he loves her a little more than he maybe should. He tolerates her endless stream of bullshit because he understands that the adoration is hardly one sided -- and past that, she keeps him grounded, which is more important than she realizes. He would do anything to keep her safe, though his loyalties are somewhat skewed after Kalfu appears. Read More | Gallery | Playlist | Fiction Mother He loves his mother fiercely and always has -- they might not be so close anymore, but that changes nothing. He does whatever he can to make her happy, and though he had nothing to do with her death and could hardly have prevented it, he still blames himself. He tends her grave religiously. Kalfu Raf is well aware he's going to die in service to his father, but remains devoted to him all the same. He never questions his orders, and Kalfu is exceedingly pleased with him. It is never discussed between the two of them, but if his mother had not died, Kalfu would have left him to live a normal life. |
- Used a lot of Creole slang as a kid, but deliberately curbed this as he got older -- he felt it made him sound uneducated and ignorant.
- When he bothers to address people specifically, it's informally. He's a big fan of nicknames. (Just not with Lexi.) - Prefers rum but will drink beer if he has to, even though it all tastes like piss. Was a much heavier smoker than drinker before he started in service to Kalfu; likewise, he used to do drugs recreationally (in an attempt to connect), and immediately stopped. - Grew up cooking with his mother and still knows some Creole recipes. He gains quiet satisfaction from a successful dish, but never cooks for anyone else. - Has mild light sensitivity, and is much more comfortable in the night than the day. Was never afraid of the dark growing up, and sleeps with the curtains open if the moon is out. - The full moon makes him feel naked and mildly uncomfortable. - Has no idea what the gris-gris bag Kalfu gave him is meant to do. - Not a fan of apples, but practically salivates at the sight of a ripe strawberry. - Birthday is December 6 |