Raeyen Beaux-Be'ri'yte

[Raeyen]

Player Name: David Bowie

Character Name: Raeyen Beaux-Be'ri'yte (But you can call him 'Daddy')
Age: As young as the women he feels up (But strictly speaking 26)
Race: Rainbow-haired Elficorn.
Height: Approx 7'4" tall when centauroid (13 hands at the waist (52 inches) + 22" torso + 14" to top of head); 6'2 when humanoid.
Weight: Centauroid 255kg; 80kg Humanoid. (Laws of conservation were made to be broken, baby. Eyyyy.)

===Physical Description===

Rae's a shifter. He is his own make-up and lighting crew. Who needs cosmetic surgery when you can fiddle the numbers a bit, if you know what I mean? Ladies. *Wink*

In general, though, in his centauroid form he's the size of a large pony or a small horse. His coat is a darling white with a fabulous rainbow sheen under any kind of lighting. His hair shimmers every colour of the rainbow, and is typically done up in a stunning mohawk with ponytail braided down his back. Just don't touch the hair, man. Unless you want to braid it. That's cool. We can meet halfway on that.

As a humanoid, he's glam as fuck. Colourful clothing, colourful rainbow hair. Colourful sex life. Colourful rumours surrounding him. Oh and the horn kind of stands out, all opalescent and shiny and stuff.

In both forms, he has lickable, well-sculpted shoulders. No, don't even ask, I have no idea what that means either. But I have been told that's a 'thing' by a credible third party. Ask her, dude. Not my department.


===Possessions===

=Private Residence=

A lovely little house and stable. White picket fence.
Which is stupid, really, because nobody does that in Corezo. It makes finding his little retreat easier though.

=Tools of the trade=

If you get what I mean.
A lot of implements of a professional nature. May be mistaken at a distance for some kind of vegetables. No chance of making that mistake up close. Who even carved those, man? That's an eye for detail, you know what I'm saying?

Also, Rae has a membership in good standing at a rather large, well established high class brothel - 'The House of Nepenthe' - catering to the more eccentric peccadilloes of Qadis' wealthy. He is one of Mistress Helebore's favourite moneymakers.

=Paraquestrian Haut Couture=

An incredible collection of garishly coloured clothing enchanted by the most creative of Corezo's fashionista spellweavers, sets for both humanoid and centauroid forms, and even some of Rae's particular favourite self modifications. He's particularly fond of the billowing loose trousers often seen in the coastal cities of Tamazgha and Apefmhet


===Powers or Strengths===

=Makeover time, baby=

Rae is a shifter, baby, he's all about updating his appearance. Centauroid or humanoid, Rae shifts with style.
Sometimes, though, he kind of forgets what humans are meant to look like. Changers help him if he tried to shift without access to several carefully positioned full length mirrors.

=Sex Appeal=

Literally hung like a horse.
Eyyyyyy!

But no, seriously, Rae's got a bit of the old silver tongue happening when he isn't being an utter fucking diva.

Oh, and yeah, years of training and practise in the art of pleasure. Silver tongues are great and all, but Rae gets paid for other excercises. Oh, there are kids present? Yeah, he teaches languages. Tonguetwisters and the like. He's a cunning linguist, Rae is.


=Magical immune system=

Verified clean, ladies. *wink*
Turns out the cure to most common human VDs (and elven, dwarven, gnomish, eque ...uhh let's stop right there actually) is a bizarre magical mixed heritage. Who knew, right?

=YoloSwagPonyPW122, Daddy's got bling, baby=

Rae works at a very high class establishment, honey. Very exclusive.
But you're a sweet thing, and some girls he'll happily take home off the clock for no charge at all.

There's no circumventing the truth here: Rae is a gigolo. A highly paid gigolo. Don't ask. Just imagine the kind of twisted and perverted nobles and merchants who'd hire him. Oh myyyy.

=Libertarian, Libertine, whatever, you can take some liberties=

...if you know what I mean. Nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more.
But honestly, it's hard to shock Rae's sensibilities. Mostly because 'sensible' and 'normal don't really fit into Rae's vocabulary.

Except non-consentual violence. That kind of thing shocks his sensibilities. And makes him canter away like a little filly startled by fireworks. But most weirdnesses that life can throw at someone would likely be less weird than Rae's very existence.

=Very good memory=

It's not exactly a superpower, but it does help keep him from getting his clients confused with each other.

=Streetsmart=

Okay, yeah, he's a ditz. But he's a ditz who grew up around whores in Qadis. He knows how to avoid having his pocket picked, even if he couldn't pick a pocket to save his life. He has a pretty good notion of when someone's bluffing or dead-set ready to knock his block off.

===Weaknesses===

=Uhh, oops, is it meant to look like that?=

So, yeah, humans are complicated. And not just at that time of month, amirite? Eyyyyy!
But for a ditz like Rae, getting the finer details right is kind of hard without multiple mirrors to be able to triple check the day's 'ensemble'.

Yeah, changing without mirrors is not a good thing. Like that time one client's wife walked in on them and threatened to castrate him with garden shears. Human legs and hooves do not make for easy escapes. Hey, he panicked, alright? Got a little bit mixed up. Thank goodness the client calmed the lady down. That was possibly the most awkward threesome ever. Rae should have got a medal for performing under such circumstances, I mean, really.

=Magically inept=

Hell, he can't even get shifting right without his training mirrors, amirite? You know I am.
But hey, magic's for goofy old men with beards and shit, not for a pimp daddy like Rae.

He's got all the magic he needs in bed. Eyyyyyy!

=Momma don't love him, tragic angst, woe is he, etcetera=

Look, let's be honest here: a kid isn't exactly good for the career of a high-class prostitute. That's some guaranteed lost earnings just from carrying the brat through to term, not to mention the cost of rearing the damn child. Let alone the child of some weirdass magical shifter thing like Rae's entirely absent father.

But hey, apparently faecorn offspring are pretty damn magically resistant to the notion of abortion. Who knew? There's another good reason why Fae and Unicorns should not get it on. Complications, amirite? Who needs them?

But yeah. Indilwen Beaux doesn't want anything to do with Rae. Weaned him off as soon as she could, let other girls fawn over the rainbow haired abomination. Even lumped him with a different family name: the name of the squeeze who planted his seed and sodded off. What kind of stupid name is Be'ri'yte anyway? Hell if Rae knows. Indilwen didn't know, and cared even less.

Harsh, right? Does he have mommy issues? Yeah, probably. He still added Beaux to his name though Indilwen wants nothing to do with him. Does his narcissism and weapons-grade self-confidence offer any protection from the angst? Most of the time.

But there's been more than one time an elven client has been weirded out by Rae crying mid-coitus. Look, you do not know awkward until you've been there yourself, alright? Don't you fucking judge. Really, why do you even need to know these things? Damn freak voyeurs, the lot of you.

=Reputation: horny fucker=

Does it really need spelling out? Look, anyone with any street smarts or high society knowledge knows what Rae does for a living, no matter how much he ponces around like a nobleman. It takes a particularly naive or oblivious person to fail and realise that Rae is a (literally) horny rainbow-haired elfiwhore.

=Ingredient for disaster=

It hasn't happened yet, and hopefully never will. But there's a market for unicorn horns. And donors don't normally volunteer, let alone survive the donation process.

Rae's a lover, not a fighter. That could end really badly, dude. Good luck sweet talking himself out of that kind of bad time with just the offer of a good time, you know what I mean?

Really, what is wrong with people anyway?



===History===

Once upon a time, a Fae got it on with a unicorn in some kinky grotto of Eyropa. Try not to dwell on that too much. They didn't have names. Names wasn't their kind of deal, you know? But there was a foal. Shit happened, and the foal grew up into a randy Faecorn named Be'ri'yte by the weirdass woodfolks who adopted him. Hey, look, I don't know what it means either. Those guys were a little nuts, you know? A bit too much wormwood and cloves in the mead. I don't know, it's not important, man.

Anyway, cut forward some time later, and the Faecorn gets it on with a hot elf momma down in Qadis. Now, to stop you from trying to romanticise any of this, the hot elf momma was a high class prostitute named Indilwen Beaux. Again, not worth thinking too deeply on the biomechanics of these things. Paid work is paid work, and she charged like heavy cavalry if you catch my meaning.

But herein lies a lesson on assuming that magical protection works against faecorn fertility. Pro tip: It bloody doesn't. Also, for anybody considering a little Faecorn coochycoo: If a faecorn says 'Baby, trust me, I'm a magical mishap, ain't no way you'll get pregnant' they are LYING. Lying through their sexy lips.

Well, moving along: out of that paid-for union in a particularly niche brothel came Raeyen Beaux-Be'ri'yte.
Insert pun about horny ancestors explaining Rae's dominant personality here.

Childhood. Well. Let's just say puberty is complicated when you are part horny horse, part elf, part WTF. Long rides in the countryside one month, tearing up taverns and wrecking marriages the next. Hey, teens are a pain everywhere, right? Don't hold that youthful exuberance and kinky fuckery against Rae.

Anyway, one tumultuous youth later, Rae decided that getting paid for having fun with whoever was just dandy, and hey, he was continuing the family business right? That'd show his bitch mother who was the highest class whore in Qadis. He'd outearn her, and thus earn her respect. Yeah, well, lives have been built on even more dumbass foundations than that, so shut up. It's his life, yeah? Not yours, so deal with it.

Rae's magically enhanced beauty and performance did help make him a highly prized escort, and there are rumours that women have in fact poisoned each other to free up his schedule. Men have duelled over him. Or so he claims. That's actually a lie. It was never anything quite so formal. But this one time, a highly clingy client decided to intrude outside of his scheduled appointment, and was run through by Rae's client of the hour. That counts, right?

Bloodstains are a BITCH to get out of the carpet, by the way. Since then, Rae switched to artistic tile mosaics instead of carpets. Just in case. Much easier to clean. Anyway, the point here is, Rae gets by fine on his earnings and clients' gifts. Even if some of those gifts can never be shown out of the privacy of their intimate moments.

At present, Rae's in a bit of a quiet period. His favourite client recently got knifed by someone, and his second favourite client got called away on family business to somewhere in Apthoni. He has his more casual clients to keep income flowing in, but things are starting to get a little dull with the amount of spare time Rae is finding on his hands at present. About time to hit the bars in Qadis.

[Metarie]

This app is from an experienced Thar Shaddin player. With that said,

APPROVED, BABY!

I want to see this guy in action. No innuendo intended.

...

Ok, maybe a little.

DIBS!

[Niabi]

I object!

This character can not be properly approved until the application reflects his rainbow appearance!