About
SETTRIGH
name
34
age
MALE - HE/HIM
sex/pronouns
JUNE 29th
BIRTHDAY
CANCER SUN, ARIES MOON, LEO RISING
ZODIAC
6FT. 4IN. / 194CM
height
230LBS / 104KG
weight
BISEXUAL
sexuality
Β½ HUMAN +
Β½ WOLVERINE VASTAYA
species
IONIAN:
NAVORAN
nationality
Due to his lineage as a Wolverine Vastaya, Sett has inherited extraordinary ferocity and endurance. His healing, stamina, and constitution far exceeds what normal humans could ever achieve, and only increases as he takes more punishment.
Having come of age as a pit-fighter, he subscribes to no particular discipline, but his style could be best described as mixed martial arts specializing in wrestling and boxing. A veritable juggernaut in the ring, Sett
wants to be in his opponents face, either blind-siding them with a relentless 1-2, 1-2, or completely bodying whatever punishment they dish out. His unique brand of magic stores the kinetic energy of both his own and his opponent's attacks, which he can then turn right back against the opponent in any number of creative ways.
Personality
On the surface, Sett is self-assured, brutish, and arrogant. He walks with a lion's swagger, flashing his fangs in a grin any time an obstacle presents itself. He takes very little seriously, dresses ostentatiously, and denies himself nothing. Unafraid to receive challenges head-on, it's easy to assume Sett brute-forces his way through any obstacle in his way to...whatever it is he wants to achieve, and it's just as easy to assume someone with Sett's cockiness wouldn't care who he stepped on in the process. They are incorrect assumptions.
When young, Sett saw what his father's reputation and stature brought him and his mother: safety. It would have been easy to simply learn that Might Makes Right, as is the law of his father's homeland, but his mother, while just as ferocious, had a much gentler heart and tempered pride that nurtured the softness in her young son. He grew up angry and confused at the injustices they faced--all because she deigned love a human. She taught him empathy and patience: that their anger only masked their fear. She taught him temperance: to be proud of who he was, but to be unafraid to do what was necessary for survival. She toiled day and night, and went without to make sure Sett never knew hunger or sickness. She did not speak ill of their prejudice to her son, but as Sett grew older and understood more of the world around him, he saw the sacrifices she made, and the toll it took on her.
Sett very much had his mother's temper, perhaps that was why she worked so hard to temper it and teach him how to direct it when he was young. When he would snap back at the insults shot at them from vendors or townsfolk, he would fall for the bait and found himself bloodied quite often. But he learned temperance and pride first. How to keep his head high, and his heart strong. When he found the pit, he found a playing field where social status meant nothing. He was savage and sloppy as a young fighter, but an unstoppable force nonetheless.
Sett does not forgive and forget his grudge against his father, who abandoned them and disappeared to fuck knew where. While he came to the pit in search of his father in an effort to draw him back and exact his revenge, he found something better: a means to support his family. Every penny of his winnings from each night was given to his mother as the best way to show gratitude that he could ever imagine. He would tell her, when asked, that he worked honest jobs because she deserved to have the kind and earnest son she raised. He didn't want to hurt or disappoint her, but he was even less willing to let her ever work a day in her life again.
But we see that while Sett can hold grudges, he doesn't hand them out like raindrops in a thunderstorm. We see that Sett shows grace, first. It may be hidden behind a veneer of nonchalance, but as Sett often has many irons in the fire, he does prefer to save himself the time and energy and avoid problems when he can--at least when it only involves himself. He offers brutish and arrogant fighters multiple chances to admit their mistakes and walk away, but if they choose to push, he will do what he needs to do in order to maintain his reputation and station. When it involves the safety of his mother, or the employees that trust him, he is far less forgiving. He would rather practice an ounce of prevention where safety and profit is concerned, and doesn't shy away from making sure they're well protected and provided for, but if push once again comes to shove, he will quickly step down from his throne to intervene, and he
will send a
fucking message.
The Boss will still sometimes step into the pit, himself, but much more rarely these days. Occasionally he'll have to put a wayward combatant in their place to make an example, but only in the face of a challenge that truly ignites the competitive spirit in Sett will he gladly jump into the ring again. He maintains a healthy and friendly rivalry with another Pit Boss, and the two have quite the running score between them. This shows that, while fighting was a means to an end, it is also something Sett enjoys also for the simple spirit of combat.
So when we see Sett's cockiness, his nonchalance and snappy comebacks, it is, partly, a veneer. He is truly a playful and jovial person with a rather laid-back temperament. He keeps mixed company from many walks of life, and judges them only by the strength of their character. He can often be found flirting and laughing with men and women alike, and one might mistake the ease with which women move around him for promiscuity, but it's simply a well-earned comfort by way of his respect and care for boundaries and needs--something his mother did very well to teach him early, along with other domestic skills.
The sharp weapon of his arrogance was hard-won, and he will not apologize to anyone for it. He will not be less-than. He will not make himself small. He is the undisputed King, and he will keep his crown for everyone to see.
IMPRESSIONS
Imposing, sleek, heavy. Boxer's swagger in his step, but when lax, tends to saunter. Usually puts his weight on one leg and cocks his hips. Not obnoxious about showing his physique, so no posing or commentary, but he doesn't his size hide under clothing or poor posture.
VISUAL
Sandalwood, jasmine, vanilla, and frankincense undertones. Earthy without being too heavy. Often smells also of whiskey and tobacco if coming from The Pit.
OLFACTORY
Solid, slightly gravely, usually nonchalant and lax. Even when joking or playful, there's a silken growl in his words. Knows how to project when needed, but usually thoughtful. Lightens around older women and children outside The Pit, but keeps a firm edge around other men and anyone in The Pit.
CADENCE
Silks, fine linens, furs, and stark contrasts between black/white and gem tones. Always with gold accents and accessories. Everything finely tailored specifically for him. Prefers loose/light clothing on his torso for mobility. Knows how to accentuate and compliment his physique.
FASHION
Fluid and efficient movements. Doesn't tend to talk with his hands, tends to stay out of others' personal space unless extenuating circumstances. Comfortable giving respect to strangers until disrespect is shown to him. Typically lax and jovial, but always observant. Able to swap seamlessly between business, pleasure, and back again. Laughs easily. Very leonine in behavior.
MANNERISMS
Not quite human, but mixed with something magical. A spiritual sort of magic. A unique brand of 'wild.' It is feywild, but there is a subtle, but thrumming melody that changes with Sett's mood and if he taps into his own magic. It's usually a warm legato when he's at rest, but there's a churning sort of rumble in the background, like the lazy saunter of a beast with its fangs on display. No telepathic resistance.
MAGIC & TELEPATHY
History
When his father left them unexpectedly, he was too young to understand what it meant and what his mother had to do. Able to stand tall and strong and proud still under the brunt of exile and disdain, and unafraid to go without, she was an unyielding shield and protector. But when he was old enough to understand the gravity of her sacrifice, he became his mother's son. He took his anger and hurt and frustration at the injustice of innocent souls being punished for existing, and by force of will alone, tempered his spirit into something unbreakable with it.
He found the Noxian fighting pits where his runaway father used to headline. Coming back his first night, beaten and bloody, but with a small bag of prize money, his mother made him promise not to go there ever again. He promised, if only to soothe her heart, but he did not stop. He would make sure she never had to know want or ire ever again.
Despite being such a young competitor amid soldiers and mercenaries, Sett rose quickly to the top. As his infamy grew in the pit, fewer people dared open their mouths and speak out against him or his mother. Her money was no longer turned away, they no longer had to barter for scraps, and no one called her a traitor or a beast. Sett told her the money he brought home every night came from various odd jobs, usually construction or security work, and while it hurt him to lie to her, the look of pride and relief in her eyes made his deception worth it. No one deigned speak ill of Sett or his mother, or tell her where his money came from. They knew better.
In a violent take-over, he now owns the fighting pit, and opened it to Ionian patrons. His arena became renowned in Ionia, and more illicit activities took place within the extravagant walls than underground fights and gambling. They're all things the entrepreneurial Sett tolerates and houses so long as no ill comes of his kingdom and his patrons, and so he's come into a life of wealth and comfort. He hasn't let it soften him, nor has he forgotten why he entered the ring in the first place: to find the sonofabitch that fathered him, and beat the shit out of him.
PERMISSIONS
MUN INFO
NAME: Cirrus
AGE: 30+
PRONOUNS: She/Her
DISCORD: carmina.cumulo
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OOC
BACKTAGGING: Yes
THREADJACKING: Yes
FOURTHWALLING: No
OFF-LIMITS: N/A
SHIPPING: Yes, just ask
TAGGING STYLE: Brackets, 3rd person past-tense
TAGGING SPEED: Usually evening. 3-4 per day, but can vary
TIME ZONE: EST (GMT -5)
IC
HUGGING: Yes
KISSING: Yes
FLIRTING: Yes
ROMANCE: Yes, ask
SEX: Yes, ask
FIGHTING: Yes
INJURY: Yes
Death: Ask
PHYSICAL MANIPULATION: Yes
MENTAL MANIPULATION: Ask
SHIP PREFERENCES
Bisexual. M/M + M/F + M/*
Top/dom pref, can still bottom/sub no problem
Cross-canon friendly
Trans hc friendly
No futa
Selectively open to poly ships
Assumed CR ok for memes
Gen assumed unless otherwise stated/asked
KINKS FAVORITES
Aphrodesiacs
Multiple orgasms
Fingering
Frotting
Breeding
Heat/rut
Biting/scratching
Pleasure control
Body worship
KINKS NO
Bathroom play
Incest
Non-con
Mommy/daddy talk
Petplay
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