Post by ella on Aug 1, 2011 21:52:32 GMT -4
Name: Xenrir
Age: Twenty three
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Nationality: Ellsinora
Looks: Xenrir's stature is rather diminutive for the average human male, as he stands at five foot seven, as opposed to the three- and four- inches taller people around him. However, Xenrir doesn't mind this height difference, seeing it as a way to slip through places without being seen, and generally doing things that taller people couldn't - he just has to stretch his arms a little bit.
The male's hair is rather strange, as instead of keeping it short, as most of his neighbors do when they have the resources, Xenrir likes to keep his blondy-brown hair slightly long and shaggy, as well as letting a short stubble of a beard dominate his chin and across his lip in a beard-mustache combination. Even though his hair is rather long, Xenrir is fine with just combing his fingers through his hair in the morning.
The Ellsinoran's face is full of rather brutal lines and curves, and his eyes are a rather pleasant change from that, the soft pudding colored orbs the only lull from the angles and sharpness that makes up the rest of Xenrir's features.
Personality: Xenrir tries to put a tough guy facade to go with his rather ragged appearance. He uses this as a sort of crutch, hiding his true colors behind a grimy face because he is embarrassed to show who he really is. When he was growing up, neither of his parents realized that he really wasn't a bad kid, and just pretended to be when his friends were around. This, of course, forced him apart from his mother and father, so his bond with them is very weak, if not non-existent.
Once you get to know Xenrir, he is a totally different person than he first appears to be. Instead of a distanced man with a hard past, he is a hands-on friend who will stop at nothing to help you in a tough spot. Xenrir has a habit of chattering on and on, saying everything that is in his head. He almost never talks to strangers, other than to conduct 'official business' or if he was spoken to first, which makes a friendship hard to achieve.
History: To be RP'd out. :3
Items/Pets: A peacock feather quill pen, a small journal where he writes his thoughts (when he can get ink).
Other: Nothing at the moment.
Age: Twenty three
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Nationality: Ellsinora
Looks: Xenrir's stature is rather diminutive for the average human male, as he stands at five foot seven, as opposed to the three- and four- inches taller people around him. However, Xenrir doesn't mind this height difference, seeing it as a way to slip through places without being seen, and generally doing things that taller people couldn't - he just has to stretch his arms a little bit.
The male's hair is rather strange, as instead of keeping it short, as most of his neighbors do when they have the resources, Xenrir likes to keep his blondy-brown hair slightly long and shaggy, as well as letting a short stubble of a beard dominate his chin and across his lip in a beard-mustache combination. Even though his hair is rather long, Xenrir is fine with just combing his fingers through his hair in the morning.
The Ellsinoran's face is full of rather brutal lines and curves, and his eyes are a rather pleasant change from that, the soft pudding colored orbs the only lull from the angles and sharpness that makes up the rest of Xenrir's features.
Personality: Xenrir tries to put a tough guy facade to go with his rather ragged appearance. He uses this as a sort of crutch, hiding his true colors behind a grimy face because he is embarrassed to show who he really is. When he was growing up, neither of his parents realized that he really wasn't a bad kid, and just pretended to be when his friends were around. This, of course, forced him apart from his mother and father, so his bond with them is very weak, if not non-existent.
Once you get to know Xenrir, he is a totally different person than he first appears to be. Instead of a distanced man with a hard past, he is a hands-on friend who will stop at nothing to help you in a tough spot. Xenrir has a habit of chattering on and on, saying everything that is in his head. He almost never talks to strangers, other than to conduct 'official business' or if he was spoken to first, which makes a friendship hard to achieve.
History: To be RP'd out. :3
Items/Pets: A peacock feather quill pen, a small journal where he writes his thoughts (when he can get ink).
Other: Nothing at the moment.