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He commands a room at a prestigious height of 6' 2", though admittedly this is on the short side of a pure blood fata. His muscled physique gains him that extra edge, however, because he can boast strength even for a newly Awakened creature. He is no weakling, and he's willing to prove it physically if need be.
As expected from a sudden king in a situation way above his head, he's rather unkempt. His hair is on the longer side, curly and kept bed-swept shag--meaning he puts a total of no hours into his appearance. Fata genes have a way of taking care of that, he's found, and trying harder only makes the game unfair. Pyre is typically found with his shaggy beard and mustache as well, though these facial attributes are tailored much more often than his hair. Both are a dark chocolate brown with caramel undertones that give him just an edge of darkness deep within, that kind of shaded mystery that screams danger but also tempts curiosity. Only befitting of a King, I'd say.
His eyes are no different, on the thinner side but colored a rich warm brown that draws you in, flecks of gold and black in just the right places to twinkle and make you wonder if his gaze is endless. There is magic in those eyes, no doubt.
In clothing, he's simple. Meant to be a king at a young age, Pyre was exposed to all sorts of 'appropriate' dress for a prince, but he took to none of it. His uncle groomed him, but most of all what his uncle taught him was that he could do whatever he wanted. And even after imprisonment this mentality rung true. He is more often found in clothing befitting of the average hobo, much to his Court and Conclave's ire--he is to represent them after all. But he is King, and has none of it.
He trusts little to no one, always suspicious that they may be out to kill or kidnap him and this includes the Sa'Kage regardless of their tentative 'alliance'. Pyre is not paranoid mostly because he believes in the power he's been bestowed and is not fearful of death. He does believe, however, in fighting for Awakened rights and felt that the Seelie and the Queen would not give them what they deserved--as equals.
However much he despises the Queen Imogen of Myth and Aegis, he's dreadfully in love with her. Convinced from the years of her experimentation that she valued him as an asset and a person, it broke his heart the day she turned from him as if he were a dog and cast him away. She had her Amaranth, she had her cure for the decline in numbers... he was nothing any longer and she treated all of them much the same. The wound is still fresh and maybe his hurt will change with time, but still he's defensive of any ill speech of her--almost violently.
Unlike many Pure Fata, he holds no ill will towards humans and doesn't treat them as anything beneath him. After all, he was once one of them and its only a matter of exposure to determine if they have any latent fata genes. And that might be by choice--so why treat others in a blanket statement that could prove false? Unwise, though he is just as untrustworthy of them as he is anyone else. Awakened Fata (and those that have proven themselves) seem to be the only people he can marginally trust, believing that they are so similar to himself that maybe there's hope for them yet.
Ironically, Pyre is a hopeful creature. He's actually very hopeful that one day the Courts will not exist as two sithens but as one united; under a new name and banner of command. It's a naive wish, and he knows it, but he still remains hopeful. Though it could be attributed to his broken heart and wandering thoughts of love. But he cannot stand by and be treated like little more than a pet... not again.
His father was of important political lineage, to a line of politicians, and after his death the children were taken into this family. Adopted by none other than the would-be President of Cyprus, Nicos Anastasiades. At the time of the adoption, Nicos worked in the House of Representative and had means and methods of treating and raising the children as the prince and princess they were. Until they weren't.
Throughout childhood, Umbra was raised to continue the tradition of the' family' and attend law school, become a politician and one day run for president while his slightly younger sister was raised as a living doll. She was meant to marry, only speak when spoken to, and become arm candy for a similarly disposed individual. They were both given the best education that money could buy and wanted for nothing... except compassion. Umbra and his sister Aroura relied on each other for comfort and support, receiving cold, political justice in the form of their family.
It was at the age of seventeen when Umbra became more defiant, more protective of his sister and her passive treatment, that earned him an express ticket into an illegal experiment. Imogen, Queen of the Seelie, had reached her hands out to various governments for aid in researching a potential drug that could change the world. And his adoptive father jumped at the chance for political influence with a magical force--he'd been trying to convince the Chromeria to install school in Cyprus for many years through the House of Representatives-- and used the opportunity to teach his adoptive son a lesson.
At the age of eighteen he was organizationally kidnapped from Cyprus by the Queen's regime. He was introduced to her, woo'd by her and subsequently infatuated. Until he was locked away in a laboratory, in a cell, with over a dozen other individuals. Forcefully injected, dejected, and miserable he watched as everyone that ever entered the laboratory died. Every one of them, but every time, he remained. Still standing, though sometimes ill.
It was three years before he saw daylight again. For three years he watched Queen Imogen come check on her prospects and for three years he watched new people pour into the laboratory one after another. Time after time. The Lord of Waves would abate his hurt as much as possible whenever he would visit, which wasn't as often as Pyre would have liked. He was the only fata--he'd come to learn--that was remotely nice to him after he'd survived the trials more than once.
When he thought it wouldn't end, that eventually whatever they were injecting him with would eventually kill him, it didn't. He felt it when it sparked, the awakening inside. He immediately felt better, he could feel the darkness just within his grasp. And it was the Lord of Waves that saw the opportunity, using his own domains, he rescued Pyre with the help of his sister whom he hadn't seen in years, and freed him from his prison.
Patient zero broken free.
But Amaranth did not stop there. Not with progress evident by the departed Pyre and a throng of formerly Unseelie fata returned to the fold. Pyre sought to stop the spread of Amaranth but he could do nothing against Imogen and her regime. He could only welcome the Awakened into his own Throng in quiet as he learned to be the king of Darkness. King of Moonlight and Shadow. King of Horrors and Atrocities. Pyre, with his sister and friend, learned and built the Unseelie sithen from ashes. He learned quickly, dove into his domains with such precision that it now--in few short months--rivals that of Imogen, but mostly due to the nature of his domains. Exact rivals of her own.
The Seelie have the upper hand until the Unseelie weave their own force in this world, growing one by one as Imogen awakens more and more. So when Imogen wanted to go public, Pyre had no choice. He resolved to show his own prowess in the face of the public, partially afraid of the recoil but unafraid that he could defend himself and his.
The media went rampant, digging into the familiar face that had 'gone missing' so many years ago from the country of Cyprus. Now beside him, his sister, and Unseelie Princess, the 'black sheep' of Nicos' family.
Nicos hadn't meant to harm Pyre in any way, he maintained when questioned after the reveal of the Awakened Fata and the existence of Pyre as the Unseelie King. In fact, he maintains to this day he knew all their lineage held fata genes. Though there is suspicion it was Pyre's maternal side of his genetics since many of the Anastasiades family have recently taken Amaranth in an attempt to become something more than they ever were.
His caramel gaze stared off into the starry distant of the Dark Throng's magical sky. It seemed to twist with nether power but he'd become so accostumed to the beauty of it that he no longer appreciated it. Instead all he saw were the constellation dancing across Imogen's skin as she shimmered in that pale nearly see-through dress she liked to wear when visiting him. She knew, there was no way she didn't know.
Pyre swallowed hard and scrunch his brow, forcing the loving thoughts of Imogen away and the suspicious ones to the forefront. There was reason his rise didn't seem to bother her. It bothered him that he didn't know, because that mean Imogen had the upper hand when he was supposed to protect 'his people' from her. What could he protect them from? How? When he didn't know what was coming. He was not born of this, raised in it with its strange rules, laws, regulations.
Frustrated, Pyre sighed. It seemed his problems would continue until something broke... why couldn't they treat the Awakened with a semblance of respect? Even the Seelie seats taken by Awakened, Pyre was convinced, were fore facade. To save face when Pyre accused them of exactly what they were doing. They could point and say otherwise... but Pyre knew.
He knew first hand.