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"I swear by all the salt in me: if you run counter to my desire, the remainder of your brief mortal span will be an orchestra of misery."
Source: The Kingkiller Chronicles
Genre: Fantasy
BAST
BAST
Prince of Twilight, son of Remmen. Bast left behind his life in the Fae realm to instead follow his mentor, Kvothe and learn alchemy and sympathy. He is not a very good learner, getting easily distracted by all the pleasures life can offer. But still, he stays besides his Reshi and helps him with the inn.
Because humans are not used to Fae creatures, he disguises himself with glamourie to hide his unnatural eyes and goat-like hooves.
Basic Info:
Basic Info:
FULL NAME: Bastas, Prince of Twilight and the Telwyth Mael
NICKNAME: Bast
AGE: 150+
GENDER: male
PRONOUNS: he/him
ORIENTATION: pansexual
Background
Background
PLACE OF BIRTH: Fae Realm
CURRENT HOME: Newarre
LANGUAGES: Aturan, Fae
OCCUPATION: Assistant/Student at the Inn
Physical Appearance
Physical Appearance
FACE CLAIM: Michael Ealy
SPECIES: fae
EYE COLOUR: blue
HAIR COLOUR: black
SCARS: small mark on the chest
TRUE FORM: blue eyes with no sclera and cloven hooves, small horns between his hair.
“In fairness, something ought to be said about Bast. At first glance, he looked to be an average, if attractive, young man. But there was something different about him. For instance, he wore soft black leather boots. At least, if you looked at him that’s what you saw. But if you happened to catch a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye, and if he were standing in the right type of shadow, you might see something else entirely.
And if you had the right sort of mind, the sort of mind that actually sees what it looks at, you might notice that his eyes were odd. If your mind had the rare talent of not being fooled by its own expectations, you might notice something else about them, something strange and wonderful.”
- The Name of the Wind
Personality
Personality
JUNG TYPE: ENFJ
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral
LIKES: games, girls with cute ears
DISLIKES: iron
Habits
Habits
SMOKES? yes but don't tell Reshi
DRINKS? regularly
IS VIOLENT? if pushed
HABITS: sitting by the lightning tree, trading with the children of Newarre.
HOBBIES: wooing maidens, parties
VERSES
VERSES
( verse 1 ) prince of twilight
( verse 1 ) prince of twilight
Being prince isn't easy, though Bastas enjoys escaping the court and his responsibilities often and instead find someone else to have some fun with. His father does not approve of his escapades, but Bastas can't be kept locked.
( verse 2 ) inn's boy
( verse 2 ) inn's boy
Kote the innkeeper needed someone to help him run the inn of Newarre, despite its lack of costumers. In return, Kote teaches Bast about the knowledge he gathered throughout the years.
OTHER LINKS
OTHER LINKS
“Dressed, his face and hands made him look rather lean, but shirtless his wide shoulders were surprising, more what you might expect to see on a field hand, rather than a shiftless sort that did little more than lounge around an empty inn all day.
Once he was out of the shadow of the willows, Bast knelt to dunk his shirt in the pool. Then he wrung it over his head, shivering a bit at the chill of it. He rubbed his chest and arms briskly, shaking drops of water from his face.
He set the shirt aside, grabbed the lip of stone at the edge of the pool, then took a deep breath and dunked his head. The motion made the muscles across his back and shoulders flex. A moment later he pulled his head out, gasping slightly and shaking water from his hair. Bast stood then, slicking back his hair with both hands. Water streamed down his chest, making runnels in the dark hair, trailing down across the flat plane of his stomach.
He started to undo his pants, then stopped and tipped his head on one side, trying to jog loose water from his ear. […]
The sparrows twittered in the bushes as Bast worked at the drawstring of his pants again. The knot apparently giving him some trouble. He fumbled with it for a while, then grew frustrated and gave a great, catlike stretch, arms arching over his head, his body bending like a bow.
Finally he managed to work the knot loose and shuck free of his pants. He wore nothing underneath.”
- The Lightning Tree
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