Biography; Helios Invictus

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Age: 40
DOB: 10th Sun of the Third Astral Moon
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
NSFW/ERP Violent, dominant and aggressive. He enjoys control and power over his partners. He gets sexual gratification from the strength he knows he has over them. He doesn't care what race or gender as he's topped Hrothgar men and Roegyden women, so all are welcome if they can handle his toxic personality. These traits will often lead to yandere tendancies if he gets attached.
Extra: He is only attentive and somewhat gentle with female or male Elezen due to his respect for them. It is rare he would consider bedding Elezen because his father would murder him if he did.
Likes: Sleeping and eating
Dislikes: Moogles
Disability: Waardenburg syndrome
Eye Color: one blue eye one green eye
Hair and Tail color: White
Height 7'5"
Strengths: Military strategist, combat specialist. Heightened agility and dexterity. Sense of smell (Is incrediable enough that he can sniff someone and be able to remember if he needs to hunt them down later. No one can hide from him because of this), touch, and sight are all exceptional due to his lack of hearing (comparable to Hyur) because of his disability.
Quirks: Loves Oranges. OCD when it comes to his work spaces, writing, and his private study. He has a few verbal ticks. Can cook but chooses not to since he has a maid that does it for him. Plays the piano rather well.He also has zero talent for white magic. He was never taught how to tap into ambient Aether. He was also never formally taught how to control the Aether within him, so it runs chaotic and fuels some of his primitive behaviours. His father just tossed him into combat and told him to survive. So he did.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Race: Miqo'te, many of his physical traits suggest Keeper of the Moon. However, there is suspicion he might be of mixed race with that of either Roegyden or Highlander (yet to be explored)
Languages:
Old Elezen (French)
Eorzean (English)
Dragon (Some)
Home/Affiliate: Ishgard/House Durendaire
Siblings: 4 brothers ( all Elezen)
Tribe: unknown
Birth parents: unknown
Adoptive patents: Count and Countess Durendaire. A branch off of the main family.

Appearance

Like all of his blood lineage, Helios is a Miqo'te Keeper of the Moon. With pale skin, large pupils, and a fluffy tail. He has short, untamed white hair that vastly contrasts his Heterochromia birth defect of one eye as blue as the Limsian sea and a green eye, like the lush forests surrounding the city-state of Gridania. His stature is taller than most Maqo'te, but being around his siblings of House Durendaire, he was always the shortest among his Elezen brothers. However, his build was thicker with wider shoulders, naturally strong legs, and a muscular torso.His clothing consists of warmer attire due to the cold weather in Ishgard, something insulated and heftier boots for when venturing into the ice-covered tundra near Falcon's Nest where he and his brothers used to play as children. His brothers were always able to ‘prance’ atop the snow due to their lighter weight. But he was heavier, and therefore sank with each step he took in the deep snow.Now that Helios has left his home in Ishgard, taking up residence in the hub for trade and sellswords, he has had to adapt again to the extreme changes in temperature. Lighter, sportier attire depending on the task at hand.

Personality

Growing up, it was not difficult to see where his unique personality traits had derived from. His mother, the Countess, had always been nurturing and kind from the moment she had discovered him in a trade and trap shop on the outskirts of the Sagolii desert. His father, the Count, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with him. His Elezen pride would not allow him to wholeheartedly accept another race into his pure blood family, let alone a defective one. But, in the end, behind every royal asshole, there was a good and honest woman to whom he would move mountains for. Helios was his mountain.Due to this, Helios was pampered and spoiled by his mother while his father tried to make a "useful" man out of him; throwing him into combat training when he was far too young to understand as his brothers watched on the sidelines questioning why. They had not come of age yet, you see. And so, the Count was able to punish and teach this "filth of a child his wife" insisted become a Durendaire.As he grew, so did his unrealization of why he became the way he was. He needed control because he lacked that control in his childhood. He was dominant because his father was dominant, strong and intelligent because his father was. He loved and cared feverishly for those closest to him and would do anything to protect them. Jealousy and separation anxiety had always been an uphill battle. From the days he learned of his adoption and not knowing why his birth mother and tribe had given him up. Where was she? Was she still alive? Did she remember him? There were so many questions left unanswered. He also took after the Count's arrogance and superiority complex toward others but changes to the obedient son when in his father’s presence.

Biography

Defective. Any good story of an underdog hero starts with such words. A beginning to which the protagonist overcomes unbearable odds and triumphs for the greater good, and the love of the people. Such yak shit stories. Helios remembered his mother reciting from her rows of books in her private library. She was the Countess Durendaire, after all. A wealthy, high-born Elezen, granted anything her heart desired and being the apple of her husband’s eye, the Count Durendaire. The twin brother of the, now head, Durendaire household, born only a few moments after. A few moments that cost him the power that was passed on to his aloof older sibling. It was she, and only she, that could contain the fury that often bubbled to the surface, and it was she who protected Helios from the racist rhetoric of the Count whenever he sought out the adoptive runt to relieve his anger. Normally, the high houses would never venture too far from the deeply rooted foundation far to the North of Eorzea. They had naught much use for those who were not born with the dragoon, ice, and snow flowing through their veins. It was their pompous outlook on others that blocked outsiders from their cold world, and they liked to keep it as such. Which was why, the well-planned excursion to venture into the unknown map of the South had been a necessity to ease her dear husband of his troubled thoughts and relax away from the backstabbing politics of the round. It had taken them to the dry and sunny hub of Ul'dah, a market city the Countess had read about in her many books and wanted to see such wonders with her own, shimmering silver eyes. Delighted that the Count followed close in tow, though not too happy for it, and abided by the silent directions she was giving him as they explored. Yes, Ul'dah was certainly a sight to behold, but there was no stopping her curiosity when the couple and their entourage landed in the heat of the Sagolii desert, staying in the small settlement of the Forgotten Springs. It was here that life had changed for them, and for the little one they found crying in the local trap and hunting shop. It was not that the Countess was into such activities, but the cry of a baby triggered her maternal instincts that she simply could not ignore.When she found him, he was wrapped in a cloth and set into a woven basket an arm's length away from where the clerk was tending to her shop. Seemingly ignoring the pleading cries of the child in pain. Appalled by the treatment, and unable to understand why the baby was left unattended, the Countess was met with the simple and cruel answer, "Defective, born with a birth defect and was left to live. Or die." They were sure that the reason was because it was a mix of Keeper clans and would never hold a place among one, nor the other.As the Countess gazed down at the adorable bundle, now cradled in her arms, she had noted straight away why he had been judged so harshly. Heterochromia, but it was uniquely beautiful as sweet, little stubby fingers reached for a slender Elezen one and placed it in his mouth. His dual-colored eyes watched her carefully before erupting into a smile.
"Aren't you just a jolly little thing," she would ignore her husband’s plea to leave the mutant child alone. His words fell on deaf ears, it was far too late and the love she felt for her new son could not be turned a blind eye. "Our beautiful son," none could argue, despite the disgrace it would bring within the High Houses, as reputation was far more precious in Ishgard.In the end, the Countess got her way and took her new son back to their home, the Count refusing to allow the little rat to bear the great name of Durendaire. Instead, he was given a strong name that his loving mother would give him and hold dear to her heart.Military power, wealth, and influence had always been the name of this chess game, and with all of this within their rights as a part of the ruling counsel and overseers of the residence of Ishgard - the high houses had a duty.Through years growing up in a High born household, the contrasting parental guidance tended to conflict with his emotional development. The caring, loving, and nurturing of his mother and the brash, racist, militaristic, prideful, and hunger to control had always left the young teen in situations where his father’s way dominated his actions. Never to be free. Never to hold a lance of the dragoon as it was for Elezen alone. Perhaps it was a means of control that he never seemed to have. Maybe a desire to please the one person who could never be pleased due his lack of Ishgardian and Elezen blood. Whatever it was, it certainly molded the emotionally torn man he was today.40 years later, he still feared abandonment, wanting to control every situation he was faced with, and overpowering those who showed him the slightest bit of affection.It was not as though Helios had trouble attracting women, especially in Ishgard. He had bedded women of the High Houses of Ishgard in secret. His eyes were captivating. His hair and tail as white as the freshly fallen snow. His smile screamed bad boy, but was pretty and exciting. His body built strong from early military training with the Count, ensuring that the little beast wouldn’t shame his house if they were to go to war again.He knew his father would put him in the forefront, especially if he ever found out about his backdoor excursions, even if Helios did not seek them out first. However, over time he learned to accept the degrading rhetoric and held his head high with pride for the Durendaire House, doing so to keep the peace between the Count and Countess.