Post by electronica on May 21, 2011 5:12:40 GMT -4
Name: Nameless.
Age: 17.
Gender: Male.
Species: Human.
Nationality: Ellsinora.
Looks: Nameless presents himself as a rather humble individual, lacking any sort of moderate or impressive build. He is neither too skinny nor too fat, nor is he too tall or too short. Through pure coincidence, and a rather busy life as an aspiring sailor and fisherman, he has been blessed with an average figure fit for his current needs. Rich, copper toned skin is offset by a surprising shock of shaggy, unkempt, stark white hair and vibrant scarlet eyes.
It goes without saying that the life of a sailor has left its mark on the boy. For starters, his hands and feet are rather coarse and rough from handling knotted ropes and walking on soaked wooden planks for years. He has multiple scars, ranging from your average cut to your unnatural gash, along his legs and forearms; each has their story, to which he’ll happily enlighten any that might inquire.
However, his clothes might be what might tell most about his unspoken history. While nothing more than stitched articles of cloth, each piece seems to hail from some different tribe or gathering or people. Likewise, the feathers, curls of alabaster horse hair, chipped and fractured jewels and other ornaments he wears entangled in his mess of hair paint the story of a multi-agricultural melting pot.
Personality: Despite his lack of a “proper upbringing,” Nameless is very well mannered. Superiors are always addressed by their titles, should they hold any, while your ordinary men and women are referred to as sir and ma’am. He’ll never forget to ask if he may be excused from the table should he need to leave, and he eats with a surprising and unnatural grace somewhat akin to the nobles and higher-ups of the world’s chain.
Sickeningly optimistic, it’d almost impossible to bring his spirits down. He’ll always prefer to see the “good” in things (when applicable), opposed to condemning something to darkness. Unfortunately, this can’t always be the case. Nameless is by no means in denial, and he’s more than willing to admit when something is just simply evil; it doesn’t mean that he’d enjoy doing it, though.
It also wouldn’t be a stretch to say that he is somewhat of a pacifist. Lacking any real combative training, Nameless tries his best to stray away from confrontation if at all possible. This doesn’t mean that he won’t—or likewise is incapable—of defending himself or those closest to him. He certainly isn’t a templar knight, a skilled assassin, or a mercenary that could break your neck with just their thumb; however, he’s more than capable of bringing the pain with the proper set of tools.
Most noticeably, however, would be the boy’s ignorance. Having been forced into a nomadic lifestyle practically from birth, Nameless has never had the chance to get a real education. Aside from the most basic to advanced tricks and tips of fishing and sailing, he couldn’t tell you his p’s from his q’s. He is completely oblivious to any and all forms of math, neither reads or writes, and has no knowledge or awareness of magic of any sort.
Items/Pets: Silver-winged falcon [ Aiden ].
Other: --
Age: 17.
Gender: Male.
Species: Human.
Nationality: Ellsinora.
Looks: Nameless presents himself as a rather humble individual, lacking any sort of moderate or impressive build. He is neither too skinny nor too fat, nor is he too tall or too short. Through pure coincidence, and a rather busy life as an aspiring sailor and fisherman, he has been blessed with an average figure fit for his current needs. Rich, copper toned skin is offset by a surprising shock of shaggy, unkempt, stark white hair and vibrant scarlet eyes.
It goes without saying that the life of a sailor has left its mark on the boy. For starters, his hands and feet are rather coarse and rough from handling knotted ropes and walking on soaked wooden planks for years. He has multiple scars, ranging from your average cut to your unnatural gash, along his legs and forearms; each has their story, to which he’ll happily enlighten any that might inquire.
However, his clothes might be what might tell most about his unspoken history. While nothing more than stitched articles of cloth, each piece seems to hail from some different tribe or gathering or people. Likewise, the feathers, curls of alabaster horse hair, chipped and fractured jewels and other ornaments he wears entangled in his mess of hair paint the story of a multi-agricultural melting pot.
Personality: Despite his lack of a “proper upbringing,” Nameless is very well mannered. Superiors are always addressed by their titles, should they hold any, while your ordinary men and women are referred to as sir and ma’am. He’ll never forget to ask if he may be excused from the table should he need to leave, and he eats with a surprising and unnatural grace somewhat akin to the nobles and higher-ups of the world’s chain.
Sickeningly optimistic, it’d almost impossible to bring his spirits down. He’ll always prefer to see the “good” in things (when applicable), opposed to condemning something to darkness. Unfortunately, this can’t always be the case. Nameless is by no means in denial, and he’s more than willing to admit when something is just simply evil; it doesn’t mean that he’d enjoy doing it, though.
It also wouldn’t be a stretch to say that he is somewhat of a pacifist. Lacking any real combative training, Nameless tries his best to stray away from confrontation if at all possible. This doesn’t mean that he won’t—or likewise is incapable—of defending himself or those closest to him. He certainly isn’t a templar knight, a skilled assassin, or a mercenary that could break your neck with just their thumb; however, he’s more than capable of bringing the pain with the proper set of tools.
Most noticeably, however, would be the boy’s ignorance. Having been forced into a nomadic lifestyle practically from birth, Nameless has never had the chance to get a real education. Aside from the most basic to advanced tricks and tips of fishing and sailing, he couldn’t tell you his p’s from his q’s. He is completely oblivious to any and all forms of math, neither reads or writes, and has no knowledge or awareness of magic of any sort.
Items/Pets: Silver-winged falcon [ Aiden ].
Other: --
