The Seventh Liar of Praesitlyn
- Force User
- Galactic Underworld
“Terror; hatred; rage; despair. These are sweet things. But so too are hope, bravery, compassion, and love. The wise devourer must glut upon them all; true power knows no discrimination. All must serve thee...”
NAME: Feyd Gisgodel
NICKNAMES/ALIASES/TITLES: The Princeps-Daeva of Bpfassh; “Heaven’s Own Left Hand”; the Redcap King; the Seventh Liar of Praesitlyn; Prince of the Wild Hunt; Lord-Ghoul of Sluis; Demon-Star-Dancing-Madly
1. POISON - Spartacus OST
2. VOLUSPA - Vikings OST
3. EYES OF THE WOLF - The Witcher 3 OST
4. REBORN - Hereditary OST
5. THENNS - Game of Thrones OST
6. BLOOD BAG - Mad Max: Fury Road OST
7. THE ONLY THING THEY FEAR IS YOU - Doom Eternal OST
RANK: Trainee (2019/01/12~)
SPECIES: Bpfasshi Near-Human
HEIGHT: 6 ft 6 (198 cm)
WEIGHT: 209 lbs (95 kg)
HAIR COLOR: Black. But he dyes it often.
EYE COLOR: Pale silver / Sickly yellow during times of extreme rage and bloodlust.
SKIN COLOR: Ashen.
GENERAL APPEARANCE: The pale giant that is Feyd represents the animalistic yet fiercely amorous physicality of the Dark Side. He is the daydream of all sculptors throughout the galaxy; tall, barrel-chested, wide of shoulders and long of limbs. His ruthlessly toned physique follows both form and function; lean and wiry like a panther's musculature, his body promotes a balanced economy between protective mass and easy mobility (as it must, since he was after all a pit fighter), with just enough feminine curves to arouse curiosity and wonder / disgust. This was deliberately done by his trainers who put him through a fierce regimen aimed at making him physically appealing to all sexes; his slaver masters used him as both warrior and whore to curry favor with influential people looking to experience the 'exotic' and 'forbidden'.
-- A young Feyd during his early days as a slave-gladiator --
Leading a lifetime of violence has left its marks across every inch of his body; not one region of his flesh can be considered unmarred by either blade or blaster bolt. His most hideous scarring are perhaps the one on his mouth; they were once sewn shut. Yet Feyd takes pride in these scars and the memories they represent; he wears them like jewelry, and his open appreciation for them has left many attracted to the way he morphs such traumas into triumph. Even his scarred face commands a degree of elfin attraction; all sharp angles and brutal edges, one admirer of his once remarked that it was a 'face lovingly made to hate' He keeps his face clean-shaven, maintaining the allure of the androgyne, and has his hair in a warrior's top knot; slicked back and shaved at the sides, braided in a little bun to keep it from his eyes during times of extreme movements. His eyes are pale grey, like chips of cold iron; when he is in an extreme emotional state, they burn a sickly yellow.
Perhaps Feyd's most striking features are his tattoos. They are sinister in nature and Sith in origin, and are imbued with a special "living" ink that allows it to be re-designed at any moment's notice. The original design was a tri-color affair of red, black and white. This design, which is the one he uses the most, was where he attained the moniker of the Redcap King as it covered his temples with a solid crimson that accentuated his ghoulish eyes when they burned yellow and recalled the appearance of mythological monsters.