SH- Rendle Monareux

G E N E R A L  I N F O R M A T I O N 

NAME: Rendle Monareux
SPECIES: 

[ Human | Mage | Kindred | Lycamestre | Fae | Changeling | Mutant | Other ]

AGE: 87 yrs old (looks 16)
HEIGHT: 5' 9" | 176 cm
WEIGHT:  146 lbs | 68 kg
OCCUPATION: Singer/Goods transporter
FACTION: 

[ The Guards | The Red Willows | TBA | The Reinigen | Other ]

S T A T S

INTELLIGENCE: 30 | 50
WITS: 50 | 50
RESOLVE: 20 | 50

STRENGTH:  10 | 50
DEXTERITY: 30 | 50
STAMINA: 50 | 50

PRESENCE: 50 | 50
MANIPULATION: 30 | 50
COMPOSURE: 10 | 50

P E R S O N A L  I N F O R M A T I O N

VIRTUE: [ Charity | Faith | Fortitude | Hope | Justice | Prudence | Temperance ]
VICE: [ Envy | Gluttony | Greed | Lust | Pride | Sloth | Wrath ]
LIKES:  socializing, befriending all kinds of people, drinking, dancing, singing, flying, poems, sappy romance, crossdressing
DISLIKES: scary things, strict people, small spaces, fights, cars, heavy responsibilities
ABILITIES: 

♬ Flight/floating: Being an elemental fae of air, flying is no problem at all and he can even do this while sleeping.
♬ Turning into air: A natural at this but contact with iron will turn him back immediately.
♬ Wind manipulation: Moderate control with gusts. He can't make hurricanes or wind storms.
♬ Wind enchantment: Enchants an object/person the ability of weightlessness and lasts for about a few minutes to a few hours depending on the size. Larger objects exhaust more energy from him. 

PERSONALITY: 

Rendle practically radiates zest and is the life of the party with his infectious enthusiasm. Knowledgable in culture and languages, he often likes to make puns and witty remarks but when it comes to topics he's never even heard about, he's just about dumb as a brick with them. He also has a sort of whimsical way of speaking and moving, and tends to be childishly silly when with younger people. He likes to see the brighter side of things, thoughts of a better future always in his mind even when he has his not-so-good days. Naive with how the world works, he often gets confused when people act than what he'd thought they would and would pester them with questions. For the most part, he's kind and friendly person. Ask him for something, whether it's a pick-me-up, help, or material stuff (only if it's in his range of money), and he'll try his hardest to give it to you. 

STRENGTHS: 

♫ Quick and fleeting as the wind, he's able to make quick getaways if being pursued.
♫ Fast learner with languages.
♫ Great stamina from all his flying training and wind enchanting lessons from his mother. 

WEAKNESSES: 

♩ Low alcohol tolerance. 
♩ Iron burns at a touch and weakens him considerably if it remains in contact. 
♩ Can be easily killed as a human. 
♩ Claustrophobic in small spaces. 
♩ A total coward when it comes to fights. 
♩ Gullible. Will believe anything no matter how ridiculous it sounds.
♩ Not very strong.

HISTORY: 

    Born on the mountains of Germany, he was one of the uncommon wind fae with unseeable wings, which were usually left behind on the ground since they are often mistaken for elves. For the first years of his life, he lived in forced isolation with big dreams of flight. The loneliness in his heart sets a heavy weight inside, which he expressed with singing. He did this for many nights, eventually attracting the attentions of a sylph when stopping by the mountain for a rest. The spirit of air saw fit to take him in, caring and doting on him as her child. Not being raised by his own kind, the fae's mischievous and selfish nature never took form and instead, he became as kind and altruistic as his mother.

    Rendle's thirst for flying hasn't died away, in fact, his need for it grew. Over time, his mother grew wearier as she carried his larger form and it made him feel guilty for being the reason of tying her down to the mountains with him when she can no longer carry him. It happened one day when he was going along a narrow path. He didn't notice the fragile cracks on the path and plummeted down after he had stumbled and slipped. The rush of the wind enthralled him more than it scared him, and he imagined himself flapping his own iridescent wings as he fell... Yet it was no longer his imagination when he didn't fall, but glided in the air when he spreads out his wings. The moment, however, was short-lived with being a novice at flight, and he crashes into the tree, thankfully landing on the leaves. After climbing back up the mountain to his mother and telling her his discovery, she goes off to find him a tutor to help him. Having wind for wings was nice in its own way, but also puts him in an disadvantage when trying to fly. Wind-winged fae were rare and difficult to find; it was more common for them to adapt as regular fae with not being aware of their own abilities of being capable of flight. Senia searched in the forests and skies, eventually finding one in the Grian Alps between Italy and France.  

    After learning the basics of flight, it was all he ever did and not even once he set a foot back on land again for decades. He traveled with his mother back to Germany, but then, even greater desire took over him. A desire to travel to distant lands and experience the lives over there. His mother was hesitant on the idea on him going by himself, since she needed to remain in their homeland. Eventually, with him begging nearly every moment he sees her, she gave him her blessing and her earrings so he would remember her. Hugs and tears were exchanged and he travelled all over the world, eventually coming across Saint Hollow. 

    The city was a strange sight for Rendle, he had never seen so many people in one place before. He didn't understand their language at first yet he soon picked up on it with ease. He sought after jobs, but was consistently fired for doing shoddy work most of the time. Trying out as a bartender, he ended up making a man more drunk than he needed to be, but was intrigued with his slurred words of the Red Willow gang. He didn't hear more than how fun and great it was and it was more than enough reason to attempt working for them. With his wind enchanting skills, he was mostly useful for assisting with transport of illegal goods, though he wasn't sure if it was so fun with all the intimidating members about. He decided to find another job that was better for his interests and ended up singing at the Carmine Casino. For the most part, he's somewhat comfortable in the city, the days never the same so very unlike his homeland.

_{(in short, he was abandoned as a child and was raised by a sylph, eventually learning how to fly and set off to travel around the world and arrived in Saint Hollow. And also unintentionally becoming a clueless gangster like the idiot he is)}

MISC. INFORMATION: 

♪ Has a form of synesthesia where he can see, smell, or taste colors/shapes of words and sounds in the air. It's way for him to detect one's emotions but he hasn't learn to distinguish a lie from it yet. 
♪ His hair is impossible to style, and will remain stubbornly curly even with bountiful amounts of hairspray.
♪ His wings are entirely made out of wind. It can't be seen but can be felt when one walks behind his back. 

♪ Inept at the art of tying shoelaces. Teach him the ways and he will worship the ground you walk upon.

♪ Has a mixed accent between French and German.
♪ Make fun of his mother and he'll attack you. _{Well, unless the person's bigger and scarier than him, then it's a no no.}