Soris Khalil

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TW: death, violence

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OC

### Fashion

Soris is a firm believer in fashionable practicality, he dresses himself in finely tailored dark business casual wear that he finds comfortable. He usually accents his daily outfits with gold jewelry, expensive colognes, and leather shoes. In more casual settings he can be seen experimenting with fashion of the current world, but he does love a good soft crew neck sweater at any given moment.

### Other

Pale blue eyes stand out from his otherwise dark features and skin, double canines and slightly pointed ears, eerily and inexplicably attractive

## Biographical

### Resident of

Upper Cedargrove, technically at the very edge closer to be in the actual forest

## Personality

### Traits

Kind, resourceful, resilient, intelligent, creative, protective, calculated, fun loving, sociable, reserved, patient, loyal

### Likes

Writing, music, traveling, learning new skills, dancing, light teas, Turkish coffee, reading, car collecting, museums, chess, cooking

### Dislikes

Rude people, Hermes brand, low fat yogurts, fake plants, extinct ingredients, dark enclosed spaces

### Strengths

Writing, cooking, negotiation, charm, making people feel safe, getting them to open up, playing music, willingness to help, resourcefulness

### Weaknesses

Prone to isolation, pessimism, either too attached or detached, often too forgiving

### MBTI

ENFJ-A (The Protagonist)

> *"I've been able to walk in the sun for longer than most modern empires have existed, but I still miss how it felt when it warmed me, the cool of night has never felt quite like home the way sunlight did." ― Soris Khalil*
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## Supernatural Status

* Vampire.
* Turned supernatural rather than born.
* Soris is a resident of Cedargrove, the non-supernatural city.
* Soris has chosen Cedargrove because he absolutely will not allow himself to be trapped anywhere by a government like entity, having spent thousands of years living among humans and other supernaturals, he believes that they are all part of the world's ecosystem and they should not be separated. He prefers the humanity of Cedargrove as well, because he still strives to hold onto his own as best he can. He does love this life in Cedargrove, the lifetime he's living out is one that he is glad to have and he has high hopes for the city and its residents, both human and supernatural.
* He is not known to be connected to any Legends or Subplots.

### Abilities

As a vampire with several thousand years of life behind him, Soris is both stronger and faster than the average vampire, but this is mostly a passive ability. All his senses are far sharper than a humans, especially his night vision and sense of smell. His body has incredible healing abilities, while he cannot regrow limbs, if they are severed and then bound back to him quickly enough they will heal back together.

Because he has a penchant for enjoying the blood of liars, he can usually pinpoint with great accuracy when someone is being deceitful, making him a handy lie detector at any moment.

His greatest and most notable ability is his ability to inflict his will on anyone, after thousands of years honing this ability, there are very few that would be able to resist him, and even resistance is very far from easy. However, they must be able to hear his voice, or he must be able to make eye contact for this psychic control to be able to take effect, he can control multiple people, but the more people the less stable his hold on each of them will be.

Another portion of his psychic ability is that he himself has a kind of psychic barrier that prevents his mind from being read or controlled, this is a passive ability that can be lessened when he is already in a weakened or profoundly emotional state.

As a vampire of significant age, he is not drastically harmed by the sun or silver.

He also has the ability to shape shift, though it’s only into a slightly more vampric looking state or a singular bat.

### Weaknesses

Prolonged exposure to direct sunlight can drain his energy and if it goes on long enough he will begin to get sunburned and will take longer to heal.

He is technically still dependent on blood, if he goes through long periods of hunger he will always have less control of his abilities and will take more time to heal from any injuries that he recieves.

While he is not burned by silver, he does find it very itchy against his skin and it will cause more irritation the longer he has to have it against his skin.

## Background

### History

Soris has long since forgotten his birthday and his age, but he knows it's been well over four thousand years now. An awfully long time for anything to exist, let alone a man like himself. He was barely a man when it happened, even by the standards of his own time. He twentieth year maybe? He can't recall. There was no reason for this to be his life, pure accident, an act of the gods maybe, but nothing he could have been prepared for. Maybe he should have heeded his older sister's warnings, waited a little longer to go out into the night, then his short human life would have remained just that. He didn't; now his life has gone on and on and on.

He thought that surely he could handle anything that came his way, he had been in his fair share of scraps and late brawls and he’d survived them all by some miracle. When he heard shuffling and strange sounds he thought nothing of it – until something far too solid slammed him away from the path. He’d struggled, tried to scream, but to no avail. The man – creature? – atop him was just too strong and Soris was at his mercy. There was no mercy for him though. He remembered the yelling, the madness that tinged that voice even when his own blood was blinding him. It was a pain like he’d never known before – and from the grunts he guessed he wasn’t the only one being injured– the tearing in his body and then the blood that spattered across his lips and down his throat. Maybe if he hadn’t been struggling to breathe he would have just died there. Instead, the darkness came over him and the pain subsided. That’s when things grew louder. So much louder. He was almost certain he could hear his body stitching itself back together, the rustling in the bushes, the people still full of life not far from him at all. He laid there taking it all in, trying to understand what was happening, why it was happening.

Then he heard different voices, so soft and smoothe, discussing what to do with ‘that rouge’ that had lost his mind. The fear was instinctual, he was still as death, anything to avoid being noticed. That scent, it wasn’t human, he was sure of that, though how he could be so sure he didn’t know. He listened in his stillness, willing his heart to slow and stop. Surprisingly, they paid him no mind, but he understood now what had happened. One of those vampires, he’d had a break in his mind (though, they spoke as though it was merely an inconvenience rather than a tragedy) and gone tearing through the night in both a rampage and desperate search for something that he didn’t understand. Soris was an expected product of that, but he was certain that if he’d been discovered he would have been destroyed.

The first years were rough, he had no real idea what he was, and no one to teach him how to exist as a vampire, he was truly on his own. He traveled under the cover of night, fed when he felt the hunger pangs growing too great to be ignored, and kept to himself as best he could. He never went home, he couldn’t face his family like this, and perhaps that is his greatest regret, never knowing what became of them, if any parts of them still exist somewhere. Soris put them everywhere though, gave a character his sister’s laugh, his mother’s worn hands, the story he remembers his father telling him once, he’s done that with everyone he’s outlived that left their mark on him. He can let them live on in his own way. He can still try to hold onto the humanity in himself, for as long as he possibly can.

He spent years traveling his home continent first, slowly branching out into the rest of the world. There was little that he didn’t do in the coming centuries. Smithing, Food, Soldier, Artist, Musician, he was always interested in learning a new skill so long as someone was willing to teach him. However, most of what he learned was from humans or other supernatruals, rarely from vampires. When he started to allow himself encounters with other vampires he had already been around for a couple centuries. He definitely noted a distinct kind of difference between them and himself. They had often chosen this kind of life, it had been offered as a way to grow their wealth or to increase their power, though they were often beholden to the whims of their Sires as well. He began to pay closer attention to the culture that they all seemed to belong to. Maybe he never had anyone to teach him how to be a vampire, but he’d always been a quick study. The culture is certainly different, it’s about staying the same, preserving themselves at any cost. He’s already failed at that part, he’s changed with the times, adapted to each new era he’s gone through, to the place he’s found himself in. He’s still Soris, but he’s Soris right now.

That's how he's been. Playing human, laying low, drifting in and out of circles and lives for thousands of hears now. He honed his powers and his tastes to depths that other vampires, even non vampire supernaturals, would envy. The charming pull he'd had grew until he could bend anyone to his will without any effort at all. And it's been very helpful of the centuries, helping him stay alive and saving others, amassing millennial worth of wealth and artifacts of lifetimes he's been through. He's been clever enough to avoid death and capture as the world forced the supernatural population further into the fringes of darkness, but his insistence on living among humans has made him well adapted to hiding in plain sight.

That's how his life has been in Cedargrove, making his own life and controlling his many business ventures all over the world between continuing his extensive writing career and philanthropic ventures. And yet, he still finds the time to lure in delicious smelling liars. The last twenty years has been good for him, letting his life move a little slower for once, but he knows that he will have stories of Cedargrove, and there will e people and experiences he will write about that he hopes will one day, outlive even him.

### Motivations and Goals

Soris's main motivation is simply to live, to meet new people and learn new things, foster relationships and see things grow, he wants to leave something good in his wake before he inevitably must move on again.

## Living Situation

### Home

Soris lives alone in a very modern looking mansion far away from others, liking to keep his privacy where he can. His home is several stories high, just enough to barely breech the tree line where he can look out into the density of the fog and forest from behind strongly tinted floor to ceiling windows. His home is filled with books, both copies of his own works and the works of others he enjoys. Rooms all serve a purpose, for guests, for preservation, for collections, all have their place and between he fills it all with warm light and art. He loves his modern technology and is happy to have most of it readily available in his home. It seems an awfully large space for a single man, but he still likes to imagine that in another life it would be home to many.

### Never Leaves Home Without

Wallet, a gold wrist watch (though which one can vary)

### Travel

Soris typically drives any of the cars in his current home collection

## Plotting

### Desired Ships/Plots

Any and all really, friends, Enemies, Rivals, lovers both past and present, romantical, Familial, professional, toss them all my way

### Where to Encounter Soris

Soris can be encountered in any number of places in Cedargrove in his number of businesses, but he is easily found at Silver Millennium

### No-Go's for RP

Not currently, potentially triggering plots should be discussed first though