Yeshaya (Shaya) Dominic Somerset
Sex: Male
Race: Felisdae (jaguar)
Age: Unknown. He remembers things from aprox. 4,000 years ago 'til now. However, because of what he is, has reason to believe that he was born sometime around the first century BC.
Height: 6'1"
Hair: Dark chestnut brown
Eyes: Whiskey brown
About: Somerset was the Cat King of San Francisco until recently when he was driven out of the city by members of his own Pride, lead by his own children. He would not have gone regardless, but he was severely wounded and came very close to dying. Though he doesn't fear death, exactly, he still has no wish to die either. So he went to Markese (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
fortune_markese ) for sanctuary. He fully expected to be turned away--he had attempted to poison Markese on his last visit to San Francisco--but he wasn't. He's not trusted by the Cat King, but neither is he disliked.
Somerset was a Druid. He (thinks) was born in Britain, but it was so long ago, he can't possibly know the exact location. He has been back to the country several times, but it's so completely changed that it sparked very few memories. He does have sporadic memories of people he loved, knew, things he did, but the farther back the memory, the more vague it becomes and sometimes only manifests itself in his dreams. He does have very vivid dreams, often of things that most people would consider nightmares, but he doesn't think of them that way. They're more like visions that need to be deciphered.
Somerset still holds to many of his ancient beliefs. They are so much a part of him, for so long, that he truly believes most of it. He still believes that the human spirit doesn't die, it only moves on to be reborn--and therefore has an extremely low fear of death. He still performs human sacrifices if the power from one is needed for something he is doing, such as a ritual. He also carries these out on certain important days of the year, such as Beltane and Samhain.
Somerset has a deep and abiding love of 'potions', and is fascinated by the process of combining herbs, fruits, vegetables, etc to create them. He can and does make remedies, but his favorites are poisons. All manner of poison and everything about it. He maintains a poison garden, which Markese allowed him to recreate on the grounds of Scarlet House when he moved there.
Weapons of choice: Carries a dagger in his right boot, the handle of which is crafted from the carved bones of a human sacrifice. Only the very tip of it is thickly plated in silver, the rest of the blade is steel. He also carries several vials of different poisons concealed on his body.
Other distinguishing characteristics: Has scars across the knuckles of his right hand where Markes slashed him when he tried to poison him. Also has a tattoo of the Tree of Life on his back, below and between his shoulders. Wears a slim braided gold band on each of his fingers, including thumbs.
Race: Felisdae (jaguar)
Age: Unknown. He remembers things from aprox. 4,000 years ago 'til now. However, because of what he is, has reason to believe that he was born sometime around the first century BC.
Height: 6'1"
Hair: Dark chestnut brown
Eyes: Whiskey brown
About: Somerset was the Cat King of San Francisco until recently when he was driven out of the city by members of his own Pride, lead by his own children. He would not have gone regardless, but he was severely wounded and came very close to dying. Though he doesn't fear death, exactly, he still has no wish to die either. So he went to Markese (
fortune_markese ) for sanctuary. He fully expected to be turned away--he had attempted to poison Markese on his last visit to San Francisco--but he wasn't. He's not trusted by the Cat King, but neither is he disliked. Somerset was a Druid. He (thinks) was born in Britain, but it was so long ago, he can't possibly know the exact location. He has been back to the country several times, but it's so completely changed that it sparked very few memories. He does have sporadic memories of people he loved, knew, things he did, but the farther back the memory, the more vague it becomes and sometimes only manifests itself in his dreams. He does have very vivid dreams, often of things that most people would consider nightmares, but he doesn't think of them that way. They're more like visions that need to be deciphered.
Somerset still holds to many of his ancient beliefs. They are so much a part of him, for so long, that he truly believes most of it. He still believes that the human spirit doesn't die, it only moves on to be reborn--and therefore has an extremely low fear of death. He still performs human sacrifices if the power from one is needed for something he is doing, such as a ritual. He also carries these out on certain important days of the year, such as Beltane and Samhain.
Somerset has a deep and abiding love of 'potions', and is fascinated by the process of combining herbs, fruits, vegetables, etc to create them. He can and does make remedies, but his favorites are poisons. All manner of poison and everything about it. He maintains a poison garden, which Markese allowed him to recreate on the grounds of Scarlet House when he moved there.
Weapons of choice: Carries a dagger in his right boot, the handle of which is crafted from the carved bones of a human sacrifice. Only the very tip of it is thickly plated in silver, the rest of the blade is steel. He also carries several vials of different poisons concealed on his body.
Other distinguishing characteristics: Has scars across the knuckles of his right hand where Markes slashed him when he tried to poison him. Also has a tattoo of the Tree of Life on his back, below and between his shoulders. Wears a slim braided gold band on each of his fingers, including thumbs.
