Apollo

name :: Apollo
titles :: commander of health. the healer. bringer of light.
date of birth :: n.a.
physical age :: mid twenties
actual age :: centuries
species :: vampire
gender :: male
sexuality :: my what?
occupation :: guardian of vanaheim
residence :: mother's mountains, vanaheim

outside
When the Healer is walking around the village, he is hard to miss. He is the tallest of the Guardians, with a slightly muscled body. His skin is pale, as he too is a vampire. His eyes are blue, but mostly appear pale grey. He likes to decorate his face and body with white paint, to match his white hair colour. For the sake of convenience, he usually ties his hair in a little bun, while keeping it short on the sides.

Most of the time, he wears traditional clothing. Think leather armour, animal skins, simple fabrics. He likes to add some details like primitive jewellery, beads, feathers etc. He is often seen wearing his bow and a quiver of arrows, while dragging along his lyre.

inside
positive :: compassionate. gold hearted. honest. loyal. righteous. supportive. smart. trustworthy.
negative :: demanding. forgetful. hostile. intolerant. melancholic. secretive.

‘That’s Apollo,’ he speaks, even before you ask. Apollo has a… vibe around him. Kindness, yet… there’s this secretive aura around him. Like he’d be kind until you ask the wrong question, until you speak the wrong word. ‘The Commander of Health,’ he goes on. ‘He goes around and blesses us all with health,’ he smiles. You look at your wrist. So they drain your blood and he heals you up when needed? Sounds… perfect. “He seems nice,” you decide to say, not really knowing what it is about this one. ‘Yeah… Just keep on his good side.’ You throw him a quick glare, but look back at Apollo quickly enough.

trivia
represents
music. poetry. art. archery. plague. medicine. sun. light. knowledge

aesthetics
polished instruments gleaming, held like the most precious of jewels by their owners. a sunny day with a clear blue sky where there are no clouds in sight. the rough script of poems penned out on scraps of paper or napkins before they're forgotten. when music is so loud that you feel it reverberating in your bones. the pale lines of fading scars. the smell of breakfast cooking in the morning and wet wood. the split second of pain in your eyes from the light after being in the dark for long periods. the summers day spent at a park. the excitement of remembering lyrics of your new favourite song