Scriabin/Rhulran Men-Erpheronian Men/Musician-Composer

His two best portraits

Name-Alexandre Scriabin; most folks only address him using his surname.

Sex-Male

Age-53

Race-Human

Tribe-Rhulran Men/Erphoronian Men

Occupation-Musician/Composer

Title-Music Adept

Hair Colour-Brownish Black

Eye Colour-Hazel Brown

Stature-1 Ped, 2 Fores, & 8 Nailsbreadths

Mass-1 Pygge, 5 Hebs, 1 Hafeb, 4 Ods, & 7 Muts

Physical Appearance-
Scriabin has an aristocratic handle bar mustache and a trimmed beard that doesn't cover his jaw line, just his chin. His hairline is beginning to recede, but in spite of his age, there are no wrinkles or blemishes to detract from his countenance. His hands are peculiarly large, but bony and thin, like hooks. This is mainly due to extensive practice, and the fact that he slept with wine corks between his fingers for quite some time. His skin is relatively pale in comparison to his people, thanks to his extended time indoors, mostly spent practicing on the miasma of instruments in his childhood home. His trot is brisk, efficient, maybe not altogether graceful but filled with intent, shoulders back, observant, and hips swaying ever so slightly, speaking volumes about his rigid self-control.

He is a little shorter than his native people, and is not necessarily an awesome image. Plenty a time has he gone without a meal, so he is on the thinner side. There are no impressive battle scars, no rippling muscles, no commanding or even mildly arresting features, just sturdy walking legs, and a worn out back. He finds it very much appropriate, as he wouldn't want any kind of preference from a person that he didn't earnestly deserve beforehand.

Clothing-
He wears an eggshell white undershirt of fine cotton, and a jet black aristocrat's coat of lightly oiled linen, with music notation embroidered upon the cuffs of his sleeves. Along with that he wears elegant silk pantaloons of the same hue as his coat. His plain, travel-worn boots are the only articles that may make it apparent that he is essentially without a home for the time being. They rise up right to the half-way mark of his shins.

Personality-
Scriabin is very conscious of the limitations of language and circumstance. Consequently, only when he deems it necessary or it is requested will he feel that speaking is prudent and effective.

There is no reasoning with him unless he has been misinformed prior to making a judgment, and as a result he hates to make excuses for anything.

He does whatever he is obligated to do if he must accomplish something, but he has different standards of success. It should be taken into account that he values nothing physical, and the very ideas of society, finances, and social interaction are naught but a sick joke to him. He is of the belief that The Creator conceived us all for a mutual relationship (far more grand than a mere social relationship) with him/her, and one another.

Facial expressions don't come so easy for him, so it is easy to misinterpret his attitude towards a situation. Because of this, his face isn't such a reliable source of social information. One wouldn't venture to say he didn't give a damn either way, but that he is withdrawn; Routinely preoccupied with studying people, their habits, insecurities, bashfulness, hate, and overall sense of antiquity. He is rather good at it, and that is where his intuition and persuasion skills stem from. He observes what subjects make a person perspire, what lights their desires, their remarkably low self esteem, what essences get them going, and he takes note of it all.

They are definitely more than a science experiment, mind you, he loves them to death. But, ironically: he can cure a person, sort out what clutters an individual's mind, but he is rarely disposed toward making his own opinions on life heard; unless he finds it prudent. Almost as if so very much careful study amounted to nothing.

Who knows? Maybe he doesn't even have any sense of self anymore; maybe his aspirations are a combination of all of ours? Is there really such a thing as too much selflessness?

His Religious Studies and Conclusions-

Ancestor Worship *He believes that one's ancestors should be revered and remembered, but not worshiped. There is no individual (excluding deities) that has come even close to earning something akin to worship. Those who are mortal have apparently earned death, not glory.

Deities *When an individual is fully enlightened, there is only one choice: either have perspective (good) or lack perspective (evil). He views the idea of many gods with different goals and opinions as silly and misguided. The only distinct parameters he can find is that there is bad and there is good. So obviously, there is no room for these other gods of power, sensuality, authority, humor, fertility, jealousy, etc. There isn't much reason in naming the two contradicting gods, so he doesn't.

Wisdom and its Sources *Within such a grand scope, would wisdom be rightfully confined to a little perspective, a little set of tales, or would wisdom be universal, and always applicable? There is nothing wrong with studying every religion, every culture, every set of philosophies. Each illustrates different points that one should consider.

Strengths-

Speaking Skills and Intentions *It should be noted that he is comparatively persuasive whenever it suits him. He has a strong grasp of language, and can appeal to people morally and logically. His actions are well thought out. Having already consulted himself on said matters, it is as simple as repeating the dialogue he had in his head.

Brilliance *He is remarkably intelligent, so it most definitely affects his decision making skills; and intuitiveness in the context of providing for himself. Subsequently, it is next to impossible to lie or trick him, he is excellent at solving riddles for people, and he can normally keep himself out of trouble if his goals aren't telling him to get himself into trouble.

Mentally Steadfast *Pain and other adversities that normally garner an emotion are filtered through and deliberated upon before he makes any response. The physical rules of the world of Caelereth still apply, so self preservation is given at least rational concern, but otherwise: His mind is a sanctuary impregnable to pain, discouragement, anger, panic, jealousy, gluttony, sloth, pride, and insecurity. He only either takes solace or grief in the things that are unconditional.

Musical Expert *If one were to observe and listen to his music, it would be rather apparent that he is an experienced composer and musician. His double stops, Pantheon leaps, scale progressions, and bravado with the Fíoelì and Fíoelà makes people exuberant, to say the least. When he isn't helping people, you would most assuredly find him playing music. And of course, this skill can make ends meet.

Literacy *His handwriting isn't exactly pristine (it's often mistaken for fancy penmanship), but he is proficient in both reading and writing in his native tongue, and many of the Santharian dialects he has encountered in his travels.

Weaknesses-
Frail from Age *However much resolve he has, he isn't very physically apt, for decades he hasn't done much of anything more strenuous than walking. It definitely has an effect on his health, seeing as he is more quickly short of breath. You really can't expect him to carry heavy loads, or do anything too considerably taxing, for he's an old man, after all.

Uncommon Perspective *People are often inclined to dislike, and maybe even hate him because of his different values, that they may even misconstrue as an utter lack of values. He doesn't hold anything physical as much of a priority, so if an acquaintance were to pine on and on about money troubles, Scriabin would definitely give a bit of a cold shoulder.

Wanderlust *In spite of him being able to manage himself financially, he never grasps firm ground for himself. What might be seen as a fatal flaw to others is that he holds no emotional value over money. He considers it a cold, lifeless idea that doesn't do anyone any bit of good. After all, the only thing that makes currency work is that the people put their faith in it; Otherwise a San would just be a shiny rock.

Excessively Obsessive *Scriabin is overly obsessive, and others can easily see that he has a hard time dropping things; and he has a few subjects that he can't stop thinking about: music, religion, philosophy, and studying mental functions.

Calm and Docile Towards a Conflict *A strict pacifist with a nonexistent temper, Scriabin simply does not harm people. Having a spine is seen as barbaric and useless to him; Anger does nothing more than to discredit, confuse, and hurt both the perpetrator and victim.

History-
He inherited his surname from his father, who had been born into nobility, yet his philosophical triumphs got the best of him and he left Sarvonia and his several estates, letting his petty family squabble over the land, and immigrated to the Nashrhuli desert in Aeruillin. After careful study of Rhual, it's down to earth culture, and admirable education centers such as the Hall of Arts, he spent a third of his money making himself a dwelling at about 350 paces from the Nashruli Oasis (between the Sveltash Desert and the Desert of Ysthalinth).

As soon as everyone had gotten wind of their new, well educated, friendly, and wealthy neighbor, he started receiving prospective brides and gifts that he almost couldn't refuse for fear of offending anyone.

From what the members of the community say (apparently no one can afford to have secrets in such a tightly knit culture), his mother and father met next to the well, as Mr. Scriabin was playing a lute piece based upon the Je note of the mid range Pantheon (octave). And seeing as there is almost nothing more sexy than a good sonata in Je minore, they just hit it off.

A few years later his wife was with child, so the man resolved to be a home educator for what he expected to be his greatest pupil yet. Scriabin was born not so long afterward, and displayed a staggering cognitive aptitude very early on. As a result, he began his education at 3, achieved extensive proficiency in 7 different instruments by the age of 12, and began going to bed with wine corks between his fingers to stretch them, and his current compositions under his pillow.

While he was waiting 6 years to come of age and run their plantation, he and his father realized more and more that people were the same everywhere. There simply wasn't enough individuals who could get past their worldly needs, and make use of themselves as intended upon creation. So he got consent and blessings from both his parents and left for the outlying world, letting his father try to set people's priorities straight in his home town while he was gone.

Upon reaching the fishing town of Nys, he crossed the seas into Brendolan, and wandered all throughout the province of Brendolan and into it's western neighbor Truban. This took the better part of a decade, and he observed and experienced climates ranging from the Ráhaz-Dáth Desert, Narfost Plain, and Sharadon Forests, to the Oasis of Nirmenith, Scattersand Shoals, and Cape Strata.

Having accumulated an understanding of the cultures and music from the cities of Thalambath, Uderza, Strata, Dasai, Varcopas, Bardavos, and Seraia, he decided he would have more merit to people on fresh new soil. Having made up his mind, he said goodbye to his longtime students and acquaintances, and began the trek north to the province of Manthria.

This new province was a great pleasure to him, such a variety of peoples and environments. He set his eyes upon everything from the Cloud Falls, the Broken Dream Gap, the Clendor Tower, the Auturian Woods, and the Mithral Mountains, to the Mistrash Keep, the Mossy Rocks Cove, the Shrine of Baveras, the Ravenwing Falls, and the Capital city of Marcogg.

All of these travel, thoughts, and practice stops, took him fifteen years to experience. After all of the rigorous practice and mind broadening landscapes and peoples, he concluded that he was ready to take on the world. So he did. He just wandered off in whatever direction felt right at the moment. Traveling with or without people, with or without directions, and with or without a purpose.

Belongings-
He owns both a Fíoelì (relatively small), and a Fíoelà (substantially larger). They are held up to the chin facing outwards, whilst the left hand rests upon the strings, and the right holding a horsehair bow that is tugged, ever so gently, across the strings to produce a sound. The left hand transitions across the strings to create difference in pitch, and normally the fingers waver to make something he calls "vibrato".

Besides his instruments, he has his single set of clothing, washed every so often to keep diseases away, a sparse quantity of currency on his person, a travel bag full of sheet music, dates for quick and easy sustenance, and religious texts for him to study (they vary depending upon the beliefs of the individuals in his current location).