Velacious Demetrius

Many centuries ago during the time of magic and blades, sprung up a guild seemingly out of nowhere. No one really knew where they came from but one thing was for sure...they were very unique in nature. You see this guild consisted of Fate Weavers, which are people who can use the cards of Tarot to their fullest capabilities and see the ribbons of fate that surrounds the one they are reading. They are able to see all of the accomplishments that this person will make as well as when and how they will die. Naturally the kings sought council of this guild and for quite a while they prospered. Though as you can well imagine, not everyone would be happy learning about their death, especially when it comes sooner then expected.

One cannot just simply defy fate as it always has a way of completing it's goal. So, they Fate Weavers were branded as heretics and hunted down as such. Bounties placed upon their heads meant that nowhere was safe, not even their own guild hall as it was constantly under siege. When their numbers had been spread to just a dwindle, they decided to go into hiding and seek out places where their gift would be accepted among the people. This is where our story beings...many centuries later when not but one Fate Weaver survived, the last of his kind.

Velacious enjoys relaxing and reading a book in quite comfort though he does enjoy the company of others at times. When he finds an interested party, he will read their fates and depending on the circumstance, will charge them a small fee for the reading.

He loves a nice glass of wine after a long day to just unwind but never gets overly carried away, he knows his limits and prefers not to go overboard when it comes to his wine.

Though he carries a dagger with him for protection, he would prefer not to fight and avoid any conflict but time and fate dictate a circumstance in which physical combat is simply just unavoidable.

He hates dark cold places for obvious reasons.

Velacious (Vel-a-she-us) Demetrius (De-me-tree-us) or just Vel for short is a hybrid brought into this world from a Fox father and a Rabbit Mother. His ears are shorter then a rabbits but slightly longer then a foxes. He has a big bushy tail and a soft chest tuft of fur with tufts around his ankles and wrists. His main fur color is a deep forest green but the tufts and tail tip are a more pale green creamish color. Now...because of the dark past of the Fate Weavers, he is the very last of his kind. His friends, family, his brothers and sisters in arms have all been killed for their trade. He bears the sole burden of keeping their tradition alive in hopes that they should never be forgotten. As fate would dictate, he has managed to stay alive with a simple potion gifted to him by the elder council member of their guild. A potion that would not grant him eternal life, but instead put him into a slumber, for every single year he slept, he would be granted that extra year upon his own life.

So, Vel was hidden away deep underground and sealed by a door that only that which could be opened by the blood of a Fate Weaver and so now, here he is. In current times alive and well, still dawning his clothing of old, refusing to give it up as it is his sole duty to keep tradition alive. He makes a modest living doing just what his guild did, using the cards of Tarot to give readings, never really staying in one place very long.