Alexois Gennadiou
age: 635
date of birth: Spring (April-May)
race: Griffin
rank: Plebeian
birthplace: Athens, Greece
Appearance
Despite not being human, he seems to have taken after the people of his birth land, the Greek, with his olive toned skin which seems to be in a constant state of tanning. His state of dress is always practical, ready for a fight. He likes to be free to move around, and always has a weapon on his person somewhere. Never goes unarmed.
When in his Griffin form Alexois stands on all four reaching eight feet when standing straight and proud. Like his hair in human form, his feathers and fur are a dark tawny brown in color, the only difference being a dark golden sheen seen when the sunlight hits him right. Also, he keeps his eyes color. His bones are hollow in both forms, being stronger than the bones of humans and harder to break, but also makes him lighter so he can fly more easily in his mythological form.
Family & Relations
Father: Gennadios (Griffin, 1,983)
Sister: Demostrate (Griffin, 750), Sophia (Griffin, 350), Lysandra (Griffin, 203)
Children: Nicanor (Son, Griffin, 201) & Kallistrate (Daughter, Griffin, 183) Alexoiou
Sexuality: Pansexual
Past Lovers: There has been a few to share his bed, but only one who stole his heart. He is a Phoenix, and to say Alexois loves him fiercely is an understatement. He watched his lover shed his former form from a distance, finding it heartbreaking enough to see the flames from afar let alone close up.
Current Lover: None, technically. He is in search of his lover's new form.
Personality
weaknesses: Picky. Stubborn. Does not suffer fools. Jealous. Possessive. Self-indulgent. Miserly. Temper, slow to rise but long burning. Introverted. Emotionally inarticulate. Difficulty understanding situations he has never experienced himself.
There is one very easy way to explain Alexois. He is, basically, your standard hard, gruff man. A man’s man, without the redneck tendencies and having a sharp mind as well as a strong well trained body. As such, his emotions are restrained, held back even though you can always look at his eyes and see the truth that lies there. Happiness, arousal, anger, jealousy… all the emotions show up in the set of his eyes, lending truth to the saying that the eyes are the window to the soul.
Beneath his mask of careful restraint is a guy whose emotions are never tame, or seen as anything pastel or bright in color. Strong, dark and intense. Passion smolders inside of him, lending itself to his every emotional connection, be it love or hate. No man could be more loving than him, nor could they hate as deeply as he can. Yes, Alexois knows how to hold a grudge.
Also, as one would expect, he is one very stubborn man. It takes a lot of breaking down for him to admit defeat, or that he was wrong once he’s set his mind on something. He does not really understand the concept of giving up. Sure, he’ll retreat… but only to regroup and change tactics. Giving up completely? Not an option. A fact the lends itself even to his lover. Far from being able to truly give up on him after he went through his rebirth, Alexois will search continually until he finds him again, and make Ammon remember everything they had together, and keep reminding him every time he is reborn again.
History
Growing up a Griffin was a test in how to balance the physical poweress they possessed as well as how to sharpen one’s mind appropriately. They were creatures born to be what Samurai and Knights among the humans would eventually strive to be. Although they had one thing holding them back, so to say, and that was… their love of things seen to have great value, be it gold or magical items. And Alexois was not exempt from this.
His youth flew by quickly and was spent mostly training with either one of his parents until finally he met with his form’s natural maturity, both original and humanized. Only then was he let loose on the world to go and find his own fortune to guard, and life to live. Neither one of his parents were particularly clingy in regard to family, both being stern and rather military in their thinking and life; utilitarian in every regard except with their ever growing store of treasures.
Upon stepping out into the world, first thing alexois did was travel. He explored all of Greece and moved out from there, searching until he settled in the mountains outside of Rome. It was where he decided to live, and where he carefully selected his ‘vault’. A cave that, through out the next over seven hundred years would become fortified and defensible. A place where he could safely leave for a short while and return to, knowing everything would be waiting for him.
After finding his home in the Alps Mountain Range Alexois then descended into the world of men and began to move among them. Searching for and collecting bits of treasure, befriending those of strong character and occasionally taking on small guarding jobs to help pass the time. And during this time he met many he took into his bed, women and men alike. During which he bedded two female griffins and through them he fathered two children, Nicanar, his son, and Kallistrate, his daughter. He is rather fond of them, and unlike his own parents he tends to keep in touch with his fledglings, ever watchful for moments when they would need his guidance.
It was soon after Kallistrate ‘left the nest’ when Alexois’ life took a rather interesting turn. He had stepped out for only a small space of time, only a few hours, and upon his return he saw much to his amusement that someone dared try and steal from him. Well, that could not happen, or left to be unpunished. Only those he found worthy got to partake of any of his treasures. And so he confronted the slender, effeminate man only to be surprised when he chose to flee in the form of a phoenix.
Shocking as it was, Alexois was trained to act in an instant without pause, and so he easily switched into his true form and took flight after the phoenix, pursuing him until he finally caught the man. Little did Alexois know that in doing so he changed the course of his life. Ammon was unlike anyone he had ever met before, and he quickly wormed his way into Alexois’ life and his heart.
Life mates among Griffins were not unheard of, though they did not happen often, simply because of the solitary kind of life Griffins lead. And Alexois soon came to see that he did have a life mate, and it was Ammon, a phoenix. His love for the other creature of myth was strong and passionate. And what made it even more so was that fact that Ammon did not hide the fact he was nearing the end of this particular lifespan. And what was worse was the fact he was certain he would not remember this life with ease after his rebirth.
That knowledge was hard for Alexois to swallow. He took it hard, but it did not make him withdraw from the phoenix. But instead, he held on tighter. Being a man unused to using words to express his feelings, he did all he could in other ways to show Ammon his love. He wanted to ingrain himself in his mind as much as he could, hoping that by being loved so fiercely… would mean that in his next life he would remember… something that would eventually lead him back into Alexois’ arms.
When the time for the rebirth to take place, Alexois watched his love take flight, eventually following at a distance and staying back, so all he saw was a faded silhouette, and then a sparking of flame. He stood alone, eyes not leaving the spot he knew Ammon was at. Tears were in his eyes, and a few even slid down his cheeks. Watching the love of his life go up in flames, and then emerge only to take flight to Egypt with no memory of him, no reason to return… was the single most painful thing he had ever experienced before in his life.
For a couple months, Alexois entered into a depression, drowning his sorrows in the things that helped him dull the pain. Fighting… works… hunting… drinking… but never did he indulge in relations of the flesh. As open as his and Ammon’s relationship had been in the beginning, toward the end there had only been the two of them. And his body just did not react to anyone else in any form other than passing interest. The only body he wanted to hold in his arms was the man he loved.
And so he eventually pulled his ‘head out of his ass’ and started to search. He took guard jobs sending him into and around Egypt. He did not know how Ammon would look or sound, but he would not stop looking until he found him again. He knew he was a phoenix, and imbedded in his memory was the tune that was Ammon’s song. Surely that would be the key to finding him. To this day he is still searching, almost two years searching. And now he returns from his latest trip to Egypt only to hear faint whisperings of a group having arrived from Egypt while he was gone. Could Ammon be with them? He does not know, but he will find out.
Out of Character
age: 18+
pb: Jacey Ethalion
aim: lieandpretend
email: notyourparade @ gmail.com