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An AU non-canon Harry Potter-inspired forum roleplay set in Australia.

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THE AUSTRALIAN HOME OF MAGIC

Vale Windum

Melbourne
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About Vale Windum

  • Birthday February 5

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  • Full Name
    Valennor 'Aerolith' Windum
  • Birthdate - Day
    5
  • Birthdate - Month
    2
  • Exact Age?
    No
  • Birthday - Year
    1776
  • Birthplace
    Ireland - Unknown Location
  • Job Title
    Gentleman Thief/Philanthropist
  • Species
    Fairy
  • Blood Status
    Pureblood
  • Pronouns
    HE/HIM
  • Played By
    Jared Padalecki

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  • IC Post Count 17
  • Playerx Kaitore
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  • Birthdate Day 5
  • Birthdate Month 2
  • Birthdate Year 1776
  • Manual Age 0
  • Unknown Age
  • Pronouns HE/HIM
  • Occupation Gentleman Thief/Philanthropist
  • Holy Ship 2
  1. "Aren't most birds just really bullies in disguise? At least most fowl are." He chuckled lightly, the creatures were always the ones that made sure people knew they were there and if they didn't? They soon would by the grating sound from their bills or a sudden force of their body being flung into a person. Violent and territorial when they wanted to be. "The adults aren't just giant children?!" A faux expression of shock stretched along his face and his head canted to the side as if it were a math problem that needed to be figured out on a board. "Could have fooled me there then. Sometimes I can't really tell the difference between them with the way they act." While his hand waved dismissively at the idea he had spoken a grin shaped on his brow to confirm a more jest-filled approach to his tone. "Lakes, Grasslands, and Roads are their domain or that's what they'd like people to believe. It's best to let them think they have the world in the span of their wings, isn't it?" A boyish laughter escaped from him and he issued a wink to accompany it. Vale's eyes squinted for a moment once contact had been made and to say he'd been overwhelmed could be described as an understatement. There had been power there and one recognizable by the caress of time itself that acknowledged how deep and refined the well had been, Ancient. "No problem, always good to help people when they're in need. Sometimes to help get out of a watery mess too. But I find most times I prefer pushing people in." He wielded a good natured smile which had then broke into a small sigh. "I know! These laws they've made for themselves strip them of all that connection to nature that they could have. Hmmm... Creeks out in the bush. . . I'll have to remember that." It had been a long while since he had visited Australia and even in those times he wasn't interested in searching for good places to re-connect himself. As her head tilted to study him, his own tilted in the same fashion to study her. "I've been to many places, never really stayed. Not surprised we've never ran into one another!" Though he did count it as odd but with someone as wizened as she most likely had been, much of what he would have been able to sense even mildly would have been near impossible until close proximity. "That is the question isn't it. . .? Visitor or Moved. . ." He hadn't been quite certain himself on that matter. Staying, was never part of the plan and there had been no drive to 'settle down' in an area, so to speak, as much as one such as him could settle. "I'm simply enjoying the moment, Starry. Haven't thought about the next two steps ahead." The next issue had been that she did introduce herself and while he understood there had been etiquette's to be viewed he still couldn't reveal certain names. "I'm Aero, kind of like plane but more like wind!" Maybe he should have invested thought in a less obvious cover name but he also didn't expect anyone to know him if he spoke his actual true name. A portion of it would simple have to do. "If it helps to answer the question, I haven't found a reason to really 'move' here! Maybe that will change." He smiled and shrugged, more so expecting that it probably wouldn't really change. Nothing had in the last two-hundred or so years, why should it now? He had to consider what would entice one of his own kind to make a permanent home in the region. "Guessing by the whole 'Been here awhile' you've made quite the long home here. What inspired that?"
  2. The ever shifting weathers had always been a boon to him, being so close to the natural presence of the wind the beauty of feeling the various ripples that had been made through it held a myriad of emotions and feelings. Torrential rage of lightning and thunder tearing through the sky, the chilled embrace of the snow capturing the pollutants in the air. By far what had been the most intriguing had been the rain, the way it had been as formless as the water that fell from clouds that lingered above during those times. In contrast to the more sunny weather, when it came to the air it felt as if it were a warming breath that threatened to become more arid. This sensation had been one he noticed more notably in Australia. The presence of the lakes today did do greatly to ease the feeling of dryness. The wind swept across the waters and it felt like a refreshing breath of life. Vale felt and understood the environment much easier when he wasn't attempting to distance himself through the use of a glamour. He couldn't quite explain it, but it had acted as if part of it had been more of a detriment to him due to the complexity that came with it. It was why on this day, he decided to use his 'true form', that which showed his entire Fae heritage without any shame for that matter. Oddly enough, he wasn't short in this state of his being boasting a unique tallness that had been gifted to the kind of Fairy he'd been classified as. Lengthy hair in a tri-coloration starting out from the top of his head in a light teal, smoothing in a gentle transition of blue until the very tips seemed to give off a near illuminating blue steel and even seemed to lowere to the center of his back. His eyes followed the same tri pattern, starting from the center ring of being a Cool Blue and echoing out until the third reminsinced of a slightly darker teal. He gently walked along the nature filled area, feeling everything that had been consigned to natures embrace. There, however, had been the most curious of energies and one that he had to admit had the feeling of aged - at least in comparison to himself. He couldn't put his finger on the depth of distance but the presence alone had been much more intimidating than the person he laid eyes upon. A young looking woman whom had been tipped into the water by the gathered geese. A soft chuckle exuded of him in an otherwordly tone as he walked closer and leaned forward with a single stroke of his hand on the top of one of the silky whit duckling's head. "Always the types to see something they want and run to it with full gumbition. It's definitely something to enjoy seeing them flutter after young children tossing bread at them, isn't it? Waving their arms about and screaming at the top of their lungs." Obviously it wasn't the kind of food one should gift to any kind of animal due to the way the food had been designed. Unlike what the woman had given them instead, something much more appetizing and by the looks of it the gaggle agreed with full compliments to the 'Chef'. Vale made his way towards the waters edge and held his hand out towards Stardust with a bright smile. "I enjoy a bit of a dip like the next person. But usually it's better when properly dressed for it! Makes it much more fun to feel the cool waters embraced on the full skin." Sometimes clothing had been more of a determent to connecting with nature, sometimes you just needed to streak or go skinny dipping to get a full appreciation of all that had been gifted by the world and the various creatures that nurtured and made sure the ecosystem flowed fluidly.
  3. The arrival of a Philanthropist working with various organizations that support the care and housing of the disenfranchised Half-Breeds and Non-Human's hits the scene! When cash moves people in the right places notice and after some cooing lips in front of ol' Madge, it seems a Benefit is in the works. A very daring venture with the climate being on the level where the right faces could make the wrong statements. It's a public event which holds no definitive date but the word is that the young man plans to put and raise as much as possible to take care of those that are in the most need of it. That's a weight off the shoulders of some and maybe a bit of an issue for others that have been intentionally oppressing those people! What a shake up it will cause!
  4. "Ahaha, you've got me there. But you know, you've got some competition with the Sirens of the Sea." Was there really enough world for so many man-eating beauties? Probably, one thing that often seemed to be true for males is that beauty attracted them in many ways. "I wouldn't be able to stare back at them if I was looking at me either. It's a curse, but I have to live with that kind of effect." An exasperated sigh eased out of him and a hand tussled through his hair. After her snark remark his head would suddenly jerk back as if he'd been punched with his hand covering over the nasal area. "O-Ouch. . . That direct contact." A chuckle ensued soon afterwards. "For all the rest of the world knows? This is my true face. It'd be quite the lucky person to see everything of me." That much he'd been certain, it'd been sometime since even he had seen his 'true self' but that had been the reason for the glamour's and guise. "Oh my. . . I sense the streak of someone who -hates- to lose. Mmmm… That will be fun for me then. I do enjoy poking fun at that particular kink." He shined a wink towards her. Vale's eyes closed gently as he hummed, she made an excellent point that couldn't be refuted. In a position where life itself had been held in the balance, being lax and feeling that knowledge from what you've been taught is the only thing worth it would denote arrogance. Negligence even, a persons patient deserved every effort to understanding more and generate a thought and path to at least work towards some form of remedy even if it isn't a cure itself. "That laugh just made you seem more like mad scientist than loving doctor." He grinned towards her and let out a low laughter. "Though I am curious on why you find the mundane more entertaining." "Distance? Me? I'm a picture of friendliness and excitement. Hell, I'm about to make a waiter's life -wonderful-. He just doesn't know it yet." Eyebrow wriggled at the insinuation that anything he'd planned could even be labeled as 'Wonderful' unless it was followed by 'Prank'. Even with all his attempt at being playful, she was correct - everyone and everything needed to be at an arms length for him. Not just for his own protection but for theirs as well, the thing and people he gotten mixed up with often weren't the type to not target those that could be deemed a weakness. "Well, being -all- good is just asking to be a literal stick in the mud. Nothing wrong with the occasional naught tangent." Maybe she wouldn't be counted amongst 'fully good' or maybe she would, but the main point still had been settled that she made an effort to focus herself into others that sought her help and assistance. Maybe she had been entitled to the occasional spurts of 'bad'. Of course, the interests he held for her amusement of mundane ailments would have to wait for another chance such as this. "Leaving me so soon? Sad heart, now I just have to make this waiter's night worse to make myself feel better!" As if he needed an excuse to even do such a thing, but it at least gave a bit of playful banter towards the end of their night. "And in the future, huh? Looks someone couldn't get enough of seeing me around." He reached into his pants to pull out a slick wallet and grasped a few bills to place on the table - Paying the meal and giving a generous tip. Mostly as an unknowing apology for what he had planned for their server. "Well, then I guess the next meet up is in your court."
  5. "That's some twisted kind of torture you want to inflict on yourself there." Vale squinted towards her as if she'd been some form of torturer in her past life. A snickering response followed after her question. That had always been a possibility and it'd be much more common amongst those that had been from the current age, where meeting and communication had been much more impersonal to people. "Well, that's only when the factor of which era a person had been born in would come into fruition, now it isn't it?" He offered a smooth smile form his words. "And we did just get through explaining how some of your issue is that you can't seem to beat the stares away with a bat. So, in that regard, I don't think you'd have too much of a problem with." He, on the other hand, had been in a much more elusive situation. None had laid eyes on his 'True' image aside from his family, it'd been a boon in many ways but it still held it's roots in keeping impersonal to some degree himself. "Sometimes it isn't always the actual admittance but the subtle one. It's okay, you wouldn't be the first." A gentle tease of his words and a small smirk creased. "Projecting? Hahaha." Genuine laughter flooded for a moment and his head nodded with the tips of his fingers sliding along the edges of his mouth. "Touché, a well played slap-back. I've got nothing and this round belongs to you." His hands clapped together gently, imitating the ever so known 'Golf Clap'. The distraction of having to actively be mindful of the distance either of them had been attempting to place had been weight lifting. Less on the mind meant it'd make it unlikely to have an extremely awkward moment. "Fair to say that the 'Good Doctor never stops expanding their education'. Things change, alter, even the ever so lovely idea of alchemical prospects that make such massive shifts." While he'd been no medical professional or Healer, the people of the Mounds had many of their own unique talents, traits, and focuses that made how they treated certain things vastly difference. "Must be a head shaker having to treat the occasional unusual person that may pass by your examination table." He gave a gentle chuckle at her question as he gave a soft hum. Maybe he shouldn't appraise people by his own lens? It'd perhaps be unfair even if it gave him the edge of keeping on top of people whether it'd be a true fact or not. "I tend to put everyone in the neutral bracket until proven otherwise. Nothing personal, really. I just find it helps to keep me as unbiased as possible, give myself the full picture of whom I am dealing with." A shrug flowed gently and he leaned forward with both of his arms pressed against the edge of the table. "And many people take a charity not for the 'good' aspect of it. Sugar plum, that makes me sound pessimistic. . . Hahaha. I just prefer to see people for who they are and not what I expect them to be. It just surprises me anytime I meet a good person. I don't know why."
  6. A forlorn glance shifted towards the side for a moment. He wanted to play the imagery that he'd been considering such a thought seriously. "Very good question~. Hehehe, I guess you'd just have to take my word for it." He shined an innocent smile towards the woman. It wasn't the kind of idea that had been thought on for him, there had been a strange sense of certainty that he hadn't passed on any form of progeny. Of course, anything could be potentially possible. "Never know who you're dealing with on the other end of the spiral, right? But I imagine that makes it a bit enjoyable at the same time. No one wants to give up the idea that there isn't mystery in the world, sometimes dangerous." It was the uncertainty of certain instances that gave a bit of charge through him, even when he knew it probably shouldn't. "Heh, that's perhaps if you judge a meeting as only an encounter through talking or interacting." Vale chuckled lightly. "But as it stands, the situation of two people being on opposite sides of the road doesn't negate that they haven't technically met. Even just the causal drift of the eyes, like a Veela interested in a Fae is still counting as a kind of interaction on a different level." Eyes lowered towards the rapping fingers for a moment in thought on the idea itself. "Sometimes the most defining moment isn't actually talking to the person but the way eyes meet one another." A belief he'd stand firm on and it had mostly been due to the fact that it had been the portal for a person to be faestruck."But it's fine you admit your ecstatic to see me again." He added playfully with a smirk to accentuate the words. A laugh rumbled out from him, that had been audaciously clunky of a line she delivered to him. "Lovestruck, huh? I didn't think you had such hopes for me in that manner." It would have been quite the trick he considered, never having the chance to develop that kind of capacity he often found himself immune to that form of bond. He nodded in confirmation of what she'd voiced. "There are already things designed to be stacked against you, one way or another. Most times, it's while you don't even see it. It's why I prefer that form of thought and action, at times it's one surprise for a surprise. That's when things end up getting interesting." Vale hummed fascinated by the fact that had been dropped. "Oh? A Doctor to boot? Whatever drew you to do that, going around looking for the next big treatment for the next big issue plaguing the people?" While he'd been aware of the healing talents of the Veela it had been more than rare to see one openly offer up their talents towards those that would need it or ask of it. Even to the extent of actively seeking out the potential enemies in that particular arena. "I admit, you've tossed me for a bit of a loop with that kind of desire. You sound like you're a very good person."
  7. "If I start spouting Dad jokes that's a bad sign. That would mean some how I fathered a kiddo." Vale had always been careful not to let things reach that point or at least the best that he could in general. In the earlier days of his life there weren't many ways to avoid that kind of situation other than 'strategic retreats' or just simply. . . Not. The look within his eyes softened as he looked upon her. "Mmm... I apologize for that. I know it isn't really anyone's fault, but even so. A person should always be beyond what they're perceived. Magically or otherwise." A snorted laughter emitted from him. "You do have me at the crossroads there. Far more different than a doorknob's enchanting shine. Of course, your kind is also one I'm often the most wary about." Ironically, even Fae have the people they'd often rather not be entangled with in any fashion. Vampires, Werewolves, and Veela were chief amongst them in his opinion. "Luckily, I don't really have that kind of self preservation. Makes things a bit excited." The man chuckled with amusement. "That's under the assumption that only your decision matters. As you said, long-lived make decisions that affect every outcome. But it isn't just your sole presence that affects your moment alone. You could have chosen to not meet tonight, and in this moment we wouldn't be here now. But that's under the thought that there weren't millions of other waves already made wouldn't make the push. The very idea of Chaotic Order. " To many it would be a phrase designed to be at an opposition and yet the very idea of Nature itself and the way its own probability had worked gave it such a descriptor. The game of chance more than anything, there were rules but the effects of said rules fluttered through actuality in numerous ways. "In an Elevator of a mutual benefactor, Across the street walking towards different places, even something as subtle as a child kicking a ball in the others direction? All potential waves that increase on a such a scale that it becomes ironically unfathomable." "Aahahaha, Oh? Is that so? I suppose you aren't too bad of a dancer but the fact of being utterly charming is still very much on the table." The brunette haired male relaxed his body into the chair. The conversation on both the banter and larger scale of different viewpoints for ideology amused him. He hadn't been upset about being challenged, quite the opposite. It had entertained him in the positive scope, she'd been as interesting as he'd expected her to be even back then. "Well.. Everyone's and others. But I have always believed that the chances of life that occur are worth the interest it offers. Whether good or bad there is a kind of learning experience in it. You learn, do better, see if the cards or numbers are on your side or if you can outsmart the dealer's hand entirely." His gaze lowered for a moment in thought, teeth chewed at his lower lip. "My chief belief is that every choice matters and should be considered as best as possible. If for no other reason to stack the deck in your favor, so to speak. A person must always have that ace in the hole to bail themselves out of most problems. There are many things out in the world that even I do not know about and the intrigue of coming across it, discovering those things is. . . Exciting and enticing."
  8. "I don't think I'd be spending much on a rainy day. That's the perfect kind of weather to twirl about in or so people would think of someone like me." The unique fortune that he'd amassed hadn't been for anyone specific one of the largest irony's that tended to amused him. If he ever had been in a position to actually give birth to some form of child then maybe it'd pass on to them. But it had been merely a means to find ways to fit in and make sure that it could be maintained without sufficient suspicion being drawn towards his direction. "Aaah. . . This is true. A person is always much more complex than they look. Well, except for reality TV star personalities. They tend to be very one-dimensional." A soft chuckle eased out of him at that poorly designed joke. "Ahaha, you'd have been stepping into quite the den yourself, Madam Sibylla. To be in a situation where you're charming someone only to be ensorcelled yourself." His lips curled into a smile as the thought itself had its marked humor. "For one of my kind it's often easy to be enchanted by something. A glass doorknob would do the job to many newly experienced ones. But I don't think one such as yourself could ever easily say the same." Many treasures gathered by Fae kind often had to do with being charmed by a simple gleam in the sunlight. Almost as if the heaven's themselves beckoned their want for it in a physical form to catch their eyes. Vale's eyes gently narrowed for a moment in thought. "So true, of course, some things are much better in how they went down than the alternative. " "I am one who believes in probability." The idea that fate itself had dictated his steps had long been shattered, the choices he'd made hadn't been from some mandate of expectancy through some ever divine lens. Not to him, anyways. "When you say a 'Big world' you omit many factors. To the typical person, it's often unlikely with wanderers. Those that have a quickened state, if you will. But those in a position where that isn't an enemy the probability of meeting again actually skyrockets dramatically. With the only ender being that a forced death itself." A hand weaved through his hair gently, if he had accepted fate as the dictator it represented it'd mean that many things were never intended to be stopped. But the choice and chance is always there for someone to halt things whether good or bad. "If I knew then, what I know now? I would have definitely predicted meeting you at some point. Those long-lived always seem to meet up in multiple lifetimes. And if fate some how exists? Then I feel it's my duty to defy it in various ways."
  9. A heart laughter eased out. "Maybe on occasions, Of course if I told every like then it leaves little to the mystery of the man. I'm allowed to keep somethings." An almost amused smirk formed on his face. Then a gentle current of air pushed through his nostrils. "Now you have me with a gun to my face with that question! But you're right, it'd take quite a lot to truly break it. Let's just say I've had a lot of time in life to amass it." Slight longevity humor and ironically not at all inaccurate to how he'd managed to keep on top of it and the various demands. Having it stashed in a place that had been unique for him to get towards had been a massive boost in security. Much more than any magical bank in his honest opinion. "At some point in life I think most good-natured hopefuls enjoy saying 'I need to do something better about myself.'" "Boring? You? Oh, no, no. See, I can't believe that for many reasons." There had always been 'more' to a person and the mask that they wore. It wasn't so much that he'd seen it as much as he always expected people to wear it. Life, much like a high-class ball, was a masquerade. "And I don't mean the adventures of 'How many guys or gals walk up to you trying to date you.' Which, I imagine, is many." The way that the Waiter had oogled her as some form of goddess gave him a good idea of how often that actually may have happened. "Me? I'm an angel! A person who does for the good of the people! But there maybe a chance that it might be perceived as 'bad'. He needs to loosen up a bit anyways. Hell... Most of the clientele here does." In those days a well maintained haircut wasn't quite a thing, the much more earthy and free approach had been the fashion. His capability of actually resisting it had yet to be pronounced or defined, drawn towards her much like his European cousins that enjoyed 'Pretty, pretty, Shiny, Shiny' moments. The natural charm had only enhanced that interest even further, even in those days there had been a unique beauty that held her above the rest that she'd been around. The Lord had been his target the entire time and her distraction played into his hands more than she may have anticipated, of course, it had almost been his own downfall. If she'd ensorcelled him fully the timetable would have been tossed off entirely. Happenstance, like many times, had been his friend. A hastened turn of events, while he held no mentor to unveil to him Veela's and their allure, the texts of Wizards and his occasional encounters of their type in the past had given him a good scope of knowledge. That didn't mean he was completely immune to the charm, unfortunately, but it did hold much more capability to bring himself to awareness and invent mental ways to keep himself focused on other things than the constant attraction that would be bludgeoned into the natural senses. "I was young and learning, but my talents are amongst some top-notch. That and having a good assorted gym time did help with looking a bit more like ah... Well, less than a stick." Vale chuckled lightly and then took another sip from the wine, finishing the glass. "Turn tail? I'm hurt, Madame. I merely escaped for your own health. I didn't want to have a Faestruck person left behind. But it is a shame you had to take your eyes off of me, would have been a fun night." He also hadn't been above using the ever so bed-roll double roll to sell his 'Play-Boy' antics in certain eras. "Of course, if you wanted me that badly. . . You could have just walked up and talked to me instead of using, well, -that-." A playful tone in his words. He wasn't too sore about it, it was rare to complain about being under a Veela's whim in that manner. And he'd managed to complete his true intentions at the end of that night. "Well, I would say it's 'coincidence' but something tells me it would have happened regardless. Meeting up again."
  10. "Hahaha, I don't reveal my kinks and tell, Ms. Townsend." A whimsical smirk turned on his lips as he leaned towards one side on a single elbow at this point. It had wandered into his mind when the last time he genuinely enjoyed trading the occasional wit back and forth. Often it had been with a bit more aggression and it typically had been reserved for those that he'd encountered amongst the criminal element of his work. Yet, it had been sometime in relation to a much more social encounter that didn't hinge on him needing to be entirely stealthy or obscure. A slight warning in his own mind that he'd need to get his guard up further if he'd planned to encounter the woman a bit more while he stayed in Australia. "Which is important, don't want to break the bank for the event itself and leave nothing for those that it's intended for." He didn't believe it'd 'break the bank' but if the people that the gather had been intended to assist didn't get the full assistance as intended then what would be the point? It had probably been what those that wanted to look good ended up doing. Push it all into the event for it to be spectacular while those that it had intended to sponsor didn't truly get sponsored. "Heh, maybe it's just my mischievous nature but part of me want's to give out little medals for those big wigs to argue about. 'Ah, I have silver, I donated much! AHA! But I have gold, care to up the ante!' At least the people who need it will get a lot due to pretentiousness being played against itself." The thought amused him that those in the light would end up arguing about it in their own coded phrases. "Oh, I'll have the fun of working out more about my business partner." A smirk slid along his face as a response followed by a good natured laughter. For all the seemingly openness she had been a mystery to him. "That's a good point you make. I guess I can make his night better later." A side glance shifted towards the waiter as he seemed to be more wary on his approach of other patrons. Of course, when he stated 'better' he really meant worse by playing a few harmless tricks. Something to get the man to see that life should be something to laugh at the issues that pop up and then move along. Vale's attention shifted back towards Sibylla as her paused moment caused his own head to shift in a mimicked manner, had she been trying to gain insight beyond the words? "You've never had a business dinner with many of my kind, have you?" He formed a small smile on his face. This moment of introspection caused his eyes to squint for moment, it had felt familiar more than he had expect it to. It was slowly being pieced together on why she'd been so familiar to him and him to her. Eyes closed gently as the memory flashed through his mind as if it had been a fresh moment just yesterday. The clothes were less glamorous in those days but much more fashionable and comfortable in his personal opinion. The follow up question pulled him from the reminisce easily. "Normally? Depends. People are interesting in their own right. The journey's they've encountered, even with the countless I've met others seemed to be some how. . . Different even in the same circumstances." It had been perplexing that a replicated environment wouldn't always produce the same issues in those in that similar or same situation. More importantly to him, it was a way to understand the world at large as it kept going on. "Besides, it surely isn't our first meeting. No, not by far." At that time when they first met he'd been trying to scope out a target, opting for his usual friendly and social persona as the usual probe and front. "If anything it'd be more like. . . Two acquaintances catching up." His smile never shifted from the friendly demeanor. "That and this place feels like a gilded cage." A shiver trailed along his spine. He could see how it's seemingly upper class atmosphere could become like a trap that would never let go.
  11. "Rarely, doesn't mean never." A quick witted response soothed out from him as he leaned back with a grin that fit in a roguish charm. He lifted up the glass of wine and took a soft sip from his lips. Whether she meant it seriously or has a joke, Vale decided to take it in a stride the only way he could accurately discern - His own view point. As his eyes tilted towards the utensils near by a soft hum resonated from his lips. He could feel the presence of it trying to staunch him from the close proximity, a hand reached inside of his jacket to pull out a lengthy case. Upon opening it there would be flatware that seemed to be fancily designed, made without any potential traces of Iron. "Mmm... Sometimes a snarl can be equally pretty. In a very twisted sort of way. Fierceness has its own beauty, after all." "I've found in my. . . Lengthy time of engaging with various people that there tend to be certain traits and activities with people that have that kind of quirk." Back in the past, often those with the good intentions seemed to protect those under their wing. Either by obligation, a sense of justice, or genuine care there always seemed to be that strand that held good people to that strong standard. "Often the type of people that were in orphanages or even the occasional nomad or caravan troupe. The sense of protection is palpable and inspiring." He still remembered one of the few times he tried to embed himself into a group to use it as a cover, it didn't work too well with how guarded they were. It would have taken far too long. Vale nodded at the idea, it was more than a viable plan and lingered on the edge of an obvious route to move towards. "Sincere is important, I think they'd add more validation in all of the proper ways too." His eyes closed gently as he delved deep into his thoughts. Knowing the players who pretended for their own glory had their own perks for knowing, ironically for his own benefit of sorts. When he opened his eyes a joking smile curved. "Now, for all the posers you're going to give me the full stats lowdown, right? From Worse and lower? The guys I need to 'watch out for and avoid unless you're looking to look like other well-to-do types'?" A laughter emitted from him. "Me? Daunting? Well, in my entire lifetime I've never been considered that! I admit there is a bit of a. . ." He gave a playful shiver. "Charge, thinking someone like me could be described in that kind of way." Another laugh resounded from him accompanied by a nod, an expression of 'Touché' etched on his face. "I have a couple of assumptions." And from what he could tell, she certainly didn't lack a shadow. It left him with only one standing hypothesis and the pull only confirmed it further from his own experience with the race of sirens. "Oh? My mistake, I thought we already were way passed business meeting. We have the dream only takes the logistics next." A mischievous smile turned on his lips to meet her tutting. With her trained on his eyes a slightly tutting of his own occurred. "Don't stare too long now, Sibylla, you may end up more struck than you think. And unlucky for you we both have more than enough time in life to sit and listen to that ever so personal business." Vale leaned forward and positioned both of his elbows at the edge of the table, fingers crossed along one another and his chin rested just on top of the knuckles. "Unless you'd rather ditch this awful meal and go for something much better and easy. . . To be honest this stuffy environment just isn't my kind of scene. Feels so contained."
  12. "Pretty much just meant that I'd have to deal with it. Losing my job is pretty much a mountain with some heavy factors, wouldn't you agree?" A small grin formed on his own face as he leaned back. "But I suppose the company isn't too bad that one could get lost in her." Eyes closed gently as he mentally amused himself, that turned out much more kinky than he'd have expected. Yet, there didn't seem any signs that he had planned to take back that phrasing anytime soon. A soft playful sad sigh exhausted from him. "Darn, you saw through my ruse to get you to say it willingly!" Age had been a funny thing at a certain point in existence as it were, most times he'd forget his own. "Oho, does that mean I should suspect you as well? Pristine locks, a smile that beats mines by miles." This time Vale began to check her out of his own volition, just the structure of her well defined facial features and the golden tint of her blonde hair. A thoughtful hum resonated afterwards as if he'd been an appraiser. "Mmm.. I can say winning smile is passed the possible limits." As if flattery would actually get him anywhere, but it was always a fun road to walk. He left the condolences where they were, to prod at that wound further with such a fresh meeting would be improper and disrespectful. As long as she understood that it had been heart felt than they wouldn't have need to dwell on that sore wound. "It seemed more apt. You seem cool and collected but I sense there is that. . . Fierceness that lingers for those that your assisting." Had it been for justice? Or simply because it had been the right thing to do? A curiosity in his mind that wouldn't effect his personal views. "People like those would probably donate more with the masses pushing them further. I suppose I could always appeal to them another way too. There doesn't need to be just one thing to set a precedent, if what I'm trying to set is nothing will be held back in order to procure all that is needed for them." It would be something that needed to occur soon after, maybe as a quick new years or breaking in the new year event. His head leaned to the side in thought of this prospect and a small smile curled at his lips. That would fit along with his other goals now that he though of it. "I think it'd be possible to do both, yes. I have the assets to swing it easily. " An eyebrow raised as he kept that in mind to swing back around later on. "From little ol' me? I'm practically gumdrops and rainbows. Well, as far as most stories would say." A mischievous chuckle resounded. "Me? Struggle? Never. I do everything out of intention." He tried to play it off with a soft smile graced. She'd been correct, he couldn't piece entirely what it had been about her charm that made it so. "Hm.. One of my heritage often has more trouble not being stared at. Having people struck by us." Then he started to slightly shift the conversation as they'd been on somewhat of a 'track'. "Though, since we're speaking of life situations. . . What kinds of positions have you been in your life?" Vale leaned in to give the woman his full attention.
  13. "Now, if I backed down from -every- mountain I wouldn't have gotten as far as I have today. No, no, some causes are worth the dedication, difficulty, and other factors that come rolling with it." That had been part of his guilt from his own past talking. Maybe for each life he makes better it could make sense of accidental massacres, that it would alleviate just a bit of redemption in a life that wouldn't end any time soon. "I would ask for how long but my mother taught me never to ask questions like that. Tends to lead to the 'Asking a ladies age' somewhere around there." He shrugged casually at the thought of it all. If she held a familiarity of meeting him, however, then chances were she had been a lot older than he was giving her credit for. Vale breathed a false gasp of being insulted. "Questionable? Even with a winning smile? Flowing locks of the most pristine kind?" He shrugged as if to resign from the thought. He probably would have found it sketchy if she trusted him out right. Finally, the will to break his gaze from her managed to build up and his eyes averted towards the glass of wine until his senses could feel as if they were his own. His sights leveled back to her once he felt a bit more contained only to catch the flash of sorrow. A hum resonated and his own gaze softened. "You have my condolences." Only a person scorched would hold such a gaze, a lingering memory or wound that had never truly healed. He'd met many in his time and it always seemed to be the same look with different people connected to that story. "Oh, I see. You're Mama Bear. Take in the people, pat them down and give them a good dusting and send them off towards another who can tend to needs that you can't provide." That was the kind of person that a community under scrutiny needed for their survival. A person that cared and put every effort possible forward. "I don't expect to plan for every eventuality. But the most gruesome ones need to be knocked out as a potential chance as soon as they come to mind." Admittedly as long as he's lived the mind and drive of humans that borderline as a cultist in terror bypassed his thinking. "Public. If I aim specifically for high profile guests I don't think I'd be sending the right message at all. Albeit, it is much safer and easier to manage." The option itself had been enticing to take instead of the one that had the higher chance of chaos. But people needed to see, to feel counted and involved. If he only targeted those that were in a position to do the best than the others just simply wouldn't do better. "Looks as if you secretly enjoy that kind of danger, Sibylla. Here I was thinking you weren't the sort to dance at the edge of the building." Eventually the ordered entrée's arrived and the Waiter placed the plates onto the table carefully. With that ever so distracted gaze that laid upon the blonde haired woman. Vale spoke up instantly after an attention catching cough. "Sir, I know my wife is beautiful. But do you mind not staring so much? You're making me quite uncomfortable. I hope I don't have to beat you off with a stick too?" The waiter instantly caught his attention back and with a apologetic bow quickly exited the scene with a panicked expression and retreat. A laugh unable to be withheld lurched out of Vale as he shook his head. "Oh, that was really worth it. I'm so sorry for that insinuation there. Part of my nature couldn't resist the urge to say it."
  14. The flair and dramatics had always been part of a personal trademark for him, varying levels for many reasons. But it was part of his nature as a Fairy and it couldn't be so easily halted. Through the years it had been more helpful than harmful as it tended to add a much lighter atmosphere even amidst the potential tension or seriousness that linger around. Other times it was just enough to infuriate all the right people for his own personal benefit and by extension a few others in the future. A smooth motion flowed as the edge of the wine glass pressed against his lips and had been tipped lightly. "Old thoughts and beliefs have hardly changed, sadly. Though if they ever do in my lifetime I would say that finding something new to do would be pretty difficult." At least out in the open where people could 'vouch' for him being too much of a good heart to attribute towards random robberies that would occur. "The numbers must be staggering for you to use 'gradual'. Not the most comforting form of statistic in that particular kind of light." Eyes narrowed in thought as he considered if this would truly be the right avenue given the major risk, to see if it had been worth the reward all around. As the Waiter seemed to hold a lingered gaze on the blonde an eyebrow raised up. She was quite beautiful wasn't she? A sort that would force you to stop and stare just to admire. There hadn't been a realization in himself that he'd been staring at the woman much more than he would anyone through the conversation. It felt as if his mind had been leading the charge and his eyes the tactician. "Mm, I suppose 'What we are' is always the interesting question. . ." Could it have been a form of magical enchantment? Very few held that kind of allure to them and most were on the chain of danger higher than him. "But at least it means that you now have full reason to trust my intentions. I think that worked out much more in my favor than anticipated." Vale smiled smoothly as he rather enjoyed when a hiccup had the potential to add more positive weight in favor of the idea in mind. Pressing his back into the chair he listened to the explanation of the full climate in the situation. It was a lot messier than he had been led to believe and yet the fact that some steps were being made at the highest level meant a much more positive change on the horizon. "Many people that fit in those categories do need that help more than many other consider. Being hunted as if they're little less than animals, made an example of in the eyes of old traditions and beliefs." Perhaps if there had been much more established assistances in the past then his own situation could have been different. The kind of thought that had been amusing to entertain but not much else beyond that. "New identities? I'm surprised you managed to have some time to even meet with me. That's the kind of thing almost anyone that needs it would want." A brief chuckle eased out afterwards. "I enjoy lofty, call it a. . . Compulsion." Vale's smile widened in a charming way even as his gaze never shifted away. "A major show of support publicized has that double-edged nature to it. I'd obviously hire some people to be somewhat 'plain clothes' security. Offering ease that it'd be expected to go well but make sure people are kept safe." The last thing he wanted had been another massacre on his hands. "If I'm lucky it'd paint a larger target on my back than others that are there too. Always have to shut up the larger mouth to get people to comply." He nodded towards her deduction. "Exactly! If you feel much safer to keep your name off of it that's fine too. The last thing I want to do is draw daggers and wands against you more. But I figure with my particular other resources and to show I am pushing up a big portion towards assisting in those needs." After another sip from the wine he decided set the glass down onto the table. "And, of course, an equally sizable donation towards your efforts. Only fair considering the draw this kind of benefit will incite."
  15. There had been no indication that he'd caught on to the fact that she managed to sniff a bit of him out, so to speak. It was an unfortunate risk meeting with someone that didn't have enough specific information easing out. At least not for the people he'd made contacts with to give him a bit of an edge. The edge unknowingly was lost even further and the means to stay just a tad bit more ambiguous. An unwavering smile had been one of the many signs to him that there was something 'more' to a person or more specifically a hidden facet that needed to be uncovered. Suspicious thought in any case but at least a modicum of truth when it came to himself as the smile on the he wore hadn't dimmed or faded. A small snicker flowed out at the reciprocated response. "Aha, disarm me by putting us on fully even footing. You play the game well, Sibylla." It reminded him slightly of the old Fae court intrigues he would often witness. "Cheating?" He held an urge to play coy about the entire accusation but it had seemed she managed to unravel the magics that contained his current image. A talent and trick that could be performed by very few people, even a Wizard would have given themselves away with the need for somatic gestures. Nostrils widened as a current of air pushed through them. "Heh, well, I guess you've got me on that! Of course, I can't be too careful with safety and all. Not many people are welcoming to those like me. Even if I am only slightly passed the stage of random pranks." He had evolved to full on Thievery with pranks woven in them but that was a fact no one needed to be privy. "And if I do say so, I like pretty good like this." Vale proceeded to gently shake his head, hair tossed about as if he were in a L'oreal commercial. "Oho? The question of 'What I am'? Assurance in that it will mean very little in the grand scheme of things. " Lips parted to bare a pearly white smile. Once he'd sat down a hand beckoned over for the waiter. "A bottle of Rieslings and I'll take a Slow Roasted Cod." After whichever dish Sibylla ordered the Waiter would leave and Vale proceeded forward with the more pertinent reason for this formal meet up. "Now, I'm sure I don't need to tell you of the various troubles that make up the various people that are considered 'Human' in the Wizarding society. Being as you're someone who helps those who are down on more than just luck out." When the bottle arrived first, Vale uncorked it easily and poured her drink first slowly to half glass then followed suit with his own glass in the same fashion. "There are more people out there in the communities that are somewhat swept under the rug, even when the Government is concerned. Limited resources and all. . . My idea is to hold a huge benefit. A double edged plan to get people to see the underlying grime of that truth while pulling their good graces to help support those people." He leaned back and slid a hand under the bulb of the glass then lifted it up smoothly. "Being as you could imagine it's been sometime since my last tour through this part of the world, I'm lacking the 'need to knows' who could get those that it would effect positively aware and to attend themselves."
Valennor 'Aerolith' Windum
Gentleman Thief/Philanthropist 0
243* year old Pureblood Fairy HE/HIM
Age:  243*
Date of Birth: February 5th, 1776
Birthplace: Ireland - Unknown Location
Year Level: 0
Occupation: Gentleman Thief/Philanthropist
Blood Status: Pureblood
Species: Fairy
Player:  Guest
Pronouns: HE/HIM
Patronus: N/A
Wand: N/A
Play-by: Jared Padalecki
Education: 

No Official Institution of Learning attended 

Secrets

Murdered more people than he saved back at his home-mound. 

Is really a thief that strikes at various people and seeks magical artifacts for an unknown reason. 

His wealth is amounted up over the years for selling the much more mundane but 'forgotten' trinkets to the Wizarding world. He may ironically, steal them back from time to time and sell them later in the years. 

He's never fallen in love or perhaps has never even engaged romantically with another person. 

Is a Sidhe Fae

General Knowledge

Is a Philanthropist known as Vale Windum

Legitimately donates funds to various charities surrounded around building up destroyed homes or lacking neighborhoods. 

It's assumed he comes from Old money and invests it to increase the finances. 

Believed to be a possible Muggleborn, there's no full proof of this.

His home is reported to be within Melbourn

Personality

There are many sides to Valennor and he is all too willing to obscure the truth of any of the masks he wears. He believes that if one is too thoroughly examined that it would lead to the understanding of the various others and so he often refuses to get closer than acquaintance's to others. A very dangerous prospect to a being that is long-lived holding no true friends or bonds that weren't superficial. 

This, however, is almost always overruled by his more humanitarian approach towards life that founds the more natural personality that is 'Him'. He cares deeply for the lives of others even though his actions makes lives worse no one is being killed for it, people who were criminal anyways being the major target. He is as likely to snatch a pretty bauble from the pocket of a rich man as he is to save a mewling child from on-coming traffic. 

When he is out as simply 'Vale Windum' he could see more charming than anything, a winning smile propositioned by the complimentary laugh from a surprisingly deep toned voice. A friendly approach linked with a casual air that allows him to project that he's relaxed and comfortable without any issues. 

As his 'Thief' persona, he's much more changed. A sarcastic wit that is used as a secondary mask beyond the actual one pressed on his face to obscure the features. The greatest asset behind this ever shifting persona is that of his intentional distance between those he works with, even those whom he maybe more familiar with as his less criminal seeming image. 

Appearance

Vale's true form, as a Sidhe, gives him a unique height in comparison to many of his cousins. Though his actual physique never changes between his shifts, always being well built and broad-shouldered. His muscles are well defined though not enough to give him away as someone who trains intensely.  There is an otherworldly beauty towards his fairy form, one that would show a clear sign of that very heritage. While there are seemingly no wings connected to him, just at the shoulder blades and curved towards the center of his back is a tattoo like emblem in the shape of a King Beetle's wings. 

His hair lingers towards the center of his back and is often a Teal-Blue hue that symbolizes his heritage towards the wind. The same markings lay within his eyes as they hold a luminating teal hue on the outer ring, two inner rings shimmer in turqoise and cool blue. Often these colors are glamoured with impressive skill to look more normal when he's of his human form. 

In human stature he stands at five feet and eleven inches, perhaps seemingly shorter or taller on what people expect depending. 

History

Given life in 1776, the true heritage of the one originally known as 'Aerolith' is that of a Fae. Those acclimated to the natural presence of Wind, able to manipulate it, move with it, and 'understand' it. Both of his parents were high ranking members within the Seelie court of his land and such he had been given certain privileges that would be offered to many of his kind in that predicament.  Prestige and respect were hardly far behind and he reveled within the attention that had been brought by it, even more when his talent for the use of his identified aspect cradled as prodigious even in comparison to some of the older Fae that held their power for years, growing and nurturing it. 

In 1797 the home he ever knew had been attacked by a rival court that caused his parents deaths, an act that shook his world. This is when he used his natural talents to sneak into the treasury vault of the court to take a magical artefact. One that had been rumored to be a tool to protect the peoples in their time of greatest need. A time he found was crucial, what it truly had been was an ancient alchemical bomb designed to cause harsh destruction. Making use of it caused the entire area to be caught in a intense flame that scorched the ground and consumed many homes. While it did 'protect' them from their enemies it caused much more death and harm to those of his own people more than anything. 

A crime that they had intended to fully lay on his shoulders, rightfully so. That was until they realized that they couldn't find him. After the incident he had fled far away from the home, never staying to rebuild or take up that crime as his own. He had nothing left - though they were his people they were no true family to him. Not once his parents had been killed in service to their home. 

The only way he knew of himself had been as a criminal and with his particular talent and use of the Wind it made it easy to do what he had just done before - To Steal. But the weight of the deaths wore heavy on him, enough to make a personal code that he would not participate in the killing of innocents in his revelry of criminal elements. Instead he would steal what he desired and lay the blame at the feet of those who deserved to be punish - those like himself. 

Over the years 'Aerolith' had committed many crimes, many heists. Some alone and sometimes with other members whom he had intended to fully betray by laying the blame at their feet. Though it pertained to some of the more brutal ones that held no care or ceremony on preserving the life. Those that found collateral damage had been an acceptable approach to things that couldn't be restored without dire costs. Though much like any proper thief, a man who shifts through the ages barely ever changing anything except his name - his looks and the way he'd appear. Masks, lavished outfits - things that would cause him to stick out much more than the features of his face, eyes, or hair. 

The name of Aerolith had nearly been forgotten from his mind and hopefully lost to time. In this current Age, to those that know him as a simple man whom holds various quirks, he's Vale Windum. Someone whose well off from assumed old money with none of his crimes linking to him. After all many creatures must deal with a short mortality and shorter memories, it often doesn't help that he had always made sure to destroy any documents that may pertain to him once those that had been investigating him died off. 

While he makes his home in Australia he still manages to try to pull off many jobs as a proper gentleman thief and yet it is increasingly difficult in an age where they know much more air-tight protections. Things that make it more of a challenge and something that has been drummed up as a worthy and exciting challenge for him. 

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Vale Windum December 28, 2018
Type: Invite Vale WindumSibylla Townsend.
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