• Control
• Quiet
• Travel
• Gardens
• Board games
• Watercolor
• Slow dance
• Quiet music
• Stories
• Admiration

• Chaos
• Loud noises
• Haughty attitudes
• Inefficiency

• He's a skilled harpist, but doesn't like the harp that much.
• He's polyamorous.
• He likes jamming with the local musicians before parties.
• She is a complete nuisance in the kitchen. She enjoys cooking, but she's not particularly skilled and usually slows things down when kitchen staff is trying to prepare a banquet. She has not realized how nicely the staff try to get rid of her.

• Silky furred tail
• Long braids with beads
• Four horns that smoothly transition into body (one on chin!)
• Gems on spine full of liquid
• No nose

Vaiherre is defined by control. His words are always measured; every  motion is calculated and careful. He dislikes loud noise, and he hates chaos. He treats most others with aloof, disinterested disdain, though  he's cordial with guests. He tends to be quiet, but decisive, direct,  and firm. He doesn't get angry often, but you know when you've failed  him regardless: he seethes. He's extremely no-nonsense, except when it  comes to his silly little darling Oxalis.

Orchilox

Vaiherre was something special.

From they day he was born, he was exalted above his peers: his horns and  tail marked him as born royalty. His caretakers told him he was  destined to be a leader. After all, in all faculties, he was simply  better. He knew better; he wanted better; he deserved better. As  he grew older, he developed a taste for the finer things, things as  special as himself, and this lead him, eventually, to Oxalis. They hit  it off immediately, and she became his assistant, companion, and lover.  She helped him cope with his endless tide of work, acting as his second  hand, and helped him to relax and remember to enjoy himself.

But as time wore on, it wore him down. When he was far too young to  choose, he was forced to make a decision: stay and rule with his feet  firmly off the ground, or leave for the stars to explore. He chose to  stay, but the years eroded him, and he began to yearn for what laid  beyond his tired corridors. Duty, however, would not let him leave. He  grew disinterested and withdrew from Oxalis, so she orchestrated guests.  From the far-flung edges of the galaxies, she invited folks from all  walks of life to meet him and converse. It helped--but only so much.  Vaiherre's yearning grew; he couldn't get enough of their stories, and  he started to neglect Oxalis. Neglect turned into bitterness and  jealousy, and they began to fight at every turn.

Oxalis goes to Earth

After a particularly nasty fight, Oxalis declared he had enough. He   needed a break, so he was going on a trip. He had said it would be   short. He lied. Years have past since he abandoned Vaiherre. Yearning   and loneliness gave way to worry, which in turn gave way to rage. He   couldn't believe Oxalis had left. He had never given Oxalis permission   to leave. So, he would not let Oxalis go. He acquired the contact   information of a group of bounty hunters and paid them handsomely for   Oxalis's return.

Until they brought her back, Vaiherre would wait, following the same paths through his palace he always has.