Rengali, Faelon, Unbonded Guardian

his highness,
FAELON SAELAS RENGALI
in the flesh.


Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin, but theres a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before its too late

once upon a time

full name
Faelon Saelas Rengali
nickname
Fae, Saelas, Young Blood
age
Two hundred and forty three
gender
Male
race
Rengali T’Gri
sexual orientation
heterosexual

there live a handsome lad

celebrity play-by
Channing Tatum
height and weight
6’ 2”
hair color
Dark chestnut brown
eye color
Green
do you bear the mark?
Guardian: He bears his mark on his left peck muscle on his chest.
other distinguishing features
He has a smattering of other scars of various degrees of depth all over his body from various coming of age fighting. The only ones that are of any note are the scars that line the back of his thighs which are deep, puckered and a silverish purple. He also bears his Mark of the Guardian on his left peck muscle on his chest.
other physical notes
Faelon is a stout, muscular man of light coloring much like the savannah of which he comes from. His skin tans fairly easily and retains that easy tan through all seasons. Even in the coldest of weather, he has a tan line from where his pants fit around his hips. He can’t help it, it’s just that his skin loves the sun and has been adapted to the harsh plains land for generations before him. His hair is always cropped quite short and close to his head. Too much hair makes him overly hot, and he doesn’t like the feeling of it falling into his eyes. He likes to be aware of his surroundings at all times and having a thick head of hair sometimes makes it harder for his peripheral vision. His green eyes share the cat like quality of his alternate form with a tinge of gold around the thin iris. When he’s angry they narrow into thin slits, but when he’s simply curious they’re wide and almost normal looking.

His facial features tend toward the strong, craggy kind of features that look as if they’ve been chiseled into him. His body as well has that type of chiseled strength and definition that only comes with a lifetime of hard work. It’s not that he focuses on maintaining a body of stature, but just the way his people are make it that way. They are always moving, always looking for food on the scarce plains they survive on. His nose is aquiline like many of his ancestors and gives him a harsh profile that’s only softened when he smiles. His smile is bright, wide and somewhat resembles a mischevious boy or perhaps a Cheshire cat. Though his roguish grins are to be avoided since they mean that trouble is most definitely on the way.

His gait is strong and filled with a predatory confidence that only comes from knowing that your original form is a great cat. Even as a human, his gait is smooth and strong and filled with an elegance that can only come from a big wild cat. His clothing as a human is plain for the most part. Leather boots, loose pants that allow him to move freely, linen shirts and leather vests. He doesn’t care much for human or elvin fashions as he leans more toward his predator side anyway. For all the years he’s been alive there really hasn’t been a reason for him to stay human. He can’t seen in color anyway, so the world is just a place with no joy, no color, and no purpose. At least in his cat form he doesn’t miss the color.

As a big cat, and the form in which he’s the most comfortable, Faelon is a mountain lion also known as a cougar. His fur is luscious to the touch – soft, almost fluffy, and glossy. It’s a muted tan and his underbelly is a creamy off white. Around his face and eyes it becomes a darker more defined chestnut and the tip of his tail has a ring around it of darker color. His paws are huge compared to most cats of his size and mute the sound of his walking and his tail is thicker and wider. His body ripples with muscle that moves smoothly beneath his fur as he moved. All in all, he’s a very powerful predator with only his cousins the lions and the tigers being a bit bigger than he.

who was beloved by all of the land

likes
» Small prey animals – and of course that means chasing and eating them
» Being in his cat form
» Food – any type of food, it is easily the fastest way to his heart
» Fighting – because his ego wouldn’t allow any less
» Jokes – it’s the easiest way to lighten a situation
» Games or sports – he likes to show off
» Women – a pretty lady will always turn his head
» Seeing just how deep in shit he can get himself and still come out squeaky clean on the other side
» Shiny things – it’s tragic, but he’s like a magpie
» Music – he can’t play anything himself, but he loves to dance

dislikes
» Only seeing in black and white
» Being alone
» Being cold – he’s used to the dry heat of the savannah
» People who beat him in games and sparring
» Admitting that he was wrong – his ego absolutely hates it
strengths
» Strong
» Natural Predator – but has a conscience with it. Because he’s a Guardian he can’t do any wrong.
» Finds the humor in just about anything and sees the silver lining
» Youthful, but not an idiot
» Confident and decisive
weaknesses
» Impatient
» Big Ego
» Sometimes jokes a little too much
» Hasn’t grown up with many women – so is somewhat tongue tied around them
» Independent – does this his own way and doesn’t like to compromise
fears
» Zeben putting all of the keys together
» Not getting out of trouble one of these times
» Water – he’ll swim if it’s absolutely necessary, but please – he’s not going to be taking a dip for his own pleasure
detailed personality
The one thing that people notice about Faelon first is the fact that his ego is as big as they come. At some points it is warranted – like when he is fighting, hunting or even dancing (to a point). And other times, his ego is entirely obnoxious and yet he doesn’t understand this. He believes he knows best all of the time and perhaps this comes from his growing up, and always believing that he was right. He still thinks that he has everything under control and rarely takes another’s advice. He believes that as a guardian he’s supposed to have all the answers no matter what and he takes that to heart. Sometimes, if he doesn’t know the right answer it doesn’t matter, he’ll just make it up. He’s quite the optimist. Seeing the good in everything, even an event that is terrible. He likes to joke and make people laugh because he feels that there’s already too much darkness and despair in the world for everyone to go around thinking about it all the time. If he can make someone laugh then he’s succeeded what he set out to do.

Having grown up with so many girls in his family, he didn’t really meet a lot of women he could really court. That means that he tends to be a little tongue-tied and blush a lot. That or he tends to be a bit overcritical and thinks that they can’t do anything for themselves. A bit of over chivalrousness and ego all mixed into one. It will take a strong woman to smack him and tell him that she can handle some things on her own. Still, he likes women and has heard from his uncle that men like him will spend their lives searching for their soulmates and when they do they’ll see color. He hopes that one day in his life he’ll meet this mystery woman and that he’ll finally see the world as it is meant to be.

Curious and with a love for danger, like most of his people, Faelon enjoys seeing just how deep in shit he can get himself into and find himself still squeaky clean on the other side. The things he does are usually adrenaline rushes and fun things as he doesn’t intend to cause any harm. Still, if someone challenges him or disrespects his family or tribe he will fight to the death to protect their honor and his own. Any one who wants to mess with a member of his tribe will find a very angry, very boisterous male on their tale. He’s taken his fair share of hits and been in a number of fights so he’s quite confident in his abilities. His confidence sometimes plays into his ego, but then again it’s a quality that many T’Gri have. They’re very confident with their abilities and their bodies and it comes from the inner cat within. He’s very much like the predator that he is – wild, vicious, and hungry. It’ll take a strong hand and a soothing voice to tame him.

and he went on lots of adventures

parents
Saelas Rengali
Kali Rengali
siblings
Bali Rengali - sister
Morai Rengali – sister
Kristali Rengali - sister
other important figures
Veraquai Rengali – Uncle, mentor
Ula Rengali – cousin, female
Haro Rengali – cousin, female
Grenali Rengali – cousin, female
birthplace
Brana’tric – Rengali tribe
place of residence
Brana’tric – Rengali tribe, and plans on going to D’gran and onto the Guardian Temple
best memory
His best memory would probably be surviving the toughest fight of his life. It gave him the scars on the back of his thighs that are deep and silverish purple. His ego and mouth got him into it and perhaps he’d bitten off a little more than he could chew when he looks back in hindsight. The fight had been brutal, long, and a mixture of human and feline form and Faelon had gotten caught in his human form when his opponent, a brutish ugly rude member of the tribe, had taken this opening and slashed him across the thighs hoping to sever his Achilles tendon. It, however, only angered Faelon enough to transform and grip his opponents jugular winning the fight. He was seen as a hero for a small time, and it proved to him what he could do with pure grit, strength, and determination.
worst memory
When his aunt died it was a terrible experience. He was surrounded by death every day as they hunted and killed prey, but it was very different when it was so close to him. It was one of his first close up encounters with the undead, and he knew then that any doubts he had of trying to avoid his destiny of becoming a guardian were shot. It was like the Gods trying to tell him that avoiding what he was was pointless. They had made him, and they were going to use him as they had planned and his free will in trying to avoid that was misguided and only ended up getting the ones he loved killed.
detailed history
Born to the Rengali tribe, he was the only boy in his part of the family. It was a blessing when he was born since his Uncle, who was a guardian, hadn’t born any males and the guardianship was normally passed down through bloodlines. When he was born and with the mark of the guardian displayed proudly on his chest, there was much rejoicing amongst his parents and his aunt and uncle. It was decided that he would learn all there was to know about the Gods, guardians, and what his life would be like from his uncle. His childhood was short because of this – and filled with a great many responsibilities as a young guardian. He learned of the Gods, and what his role in this world was now. He learned how many believed that he was a descendent of Nivex somehow, and why he would spend his life searching for the one who would complete him and that he would protect for the rest of his life.

As a teenager, he had rebelled against this idea that his life was already planned out for him. He didn’t like the idea of not having a say in who he loved or died for. He didn’t like knowing that while everyone else had choices to make – his were already made for him. He told his uncle that he didn’t want to become a guardian and that this life wasn’t the one for him. The next day his Aunt was killed by an undead raid on a hunting party out on the outskirts of the plains land. It was as if the Gods were talking to him and telling him that he might not like it, but he was damn well going to get over it. He took it in stride, and while mourning, decided that he’d rather his life was made up for him so that he could protect the ones he loved. Zeben’s forces had touched him intimately, and for that – he planned to make him pay.

The next hundred years was spent honing his hunting skills, learning to fight in a number of ways, and controlling his transformations so that he wouldn’t be as dazed afterward. Everything in his life was leading up to finding this soulmate – the one who would complete him. He liked to spend most of his time in his cat form since he couldn’t see color and it made him feel as though he wasn’t supposed to be part of the world in that fashion. Big cats saw limited colors and so, he felt much more at home as a Cougar than as a man. He often dreamed about what it would be like if he could just see the world how other people did. Would it change anything?

Now that he’s two hundred and thirty years old, and his uncle is on his death bed it is time for Faelon to begin that long journey his life has been leading up to. It is time he struck out and sought this fabled place that his Uncle spoke about – the Temple of Guardians. He’s never left Brana’tric, but knows that he must do so in order to find her. The one who completes him – it’s the only way to keep Zeben from getting the keys, to justify his Aunt’s death, and to fulfill his destiny.

and naturally, won out in the end

and everyone lived happily ever after

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