Post by Kinetic Asparagus on Aug 29, 2008 15:43:45 GMT -5
-- Basics --
Name: Alaric Arafachnan
Sex: Male
Race: Human. Ish.
Age: 19.
-- Appearance --
Hair: Just long enough to be scraped back into a ponytail of sorts. Scraggly, very dark, matted. Wavyish in an odd dreadlocky-type way, due to being so tangled.
Eyes: Dark grey, interesting. Expressive when he feels like it, usually quite blank. Makes him look a bit thick sometimes.
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: Around 14 stone, give or take. He's not sure, and he doesn't care.
Build: Broad, thin. Quite strong, not exceedingly so. Good bone structure.
Skin: Caucasian, but fairly tanned. Out in the sun a lot. Face: Strong structure, high cheekbones. Striking but not necessarily good-looking. A bit stubbly sometimes, depending on whether or not he can be bothered to shave - usually not - with "impressive" eyebrows.
Clothing: Always very dark. Likes to blend in. Brown or black is virtually all he owns but he does have the odd fancypants bit here and there, dark green or burgundy. Never wears them unless he has to. Very big, very heavy boots, metal-plated. You can always hear him coming unless he takes them off - they clink an awful lot. Usually wears black leather gloves.
-- Background --
Hometown: Ferramest (Don't ask... it's totally off the top of my head
)
Type of Childhood: Uninteresting. Not particularly stable, but typical of where he comes from.
First Memory: Watching his mother give birth to his sister, aged two and three quarters. Lots of blood. He shouldn't have been there, but the midwife was doing everything single-handedly because his father had passed out from shock and couldn't watch him. Obviously, his mother - Mallaree - was a little pre-occupied.
Most Important Childhood Event: Death of his mother, leaving a rather hapless dad to look after him and his little sister. He was eleven, his sister eight.
Education: He had plenty of chances but didn't feel pushed enough to take them. He left school at nine, preferring to read and write by himself. Mallaree, an intelligent woman, wasn't particularly happy with his decision, thinking he'd end up not being able to support himself if he didn't have at least written qualification of his (fairly substantial) abilities. His father was pleased to begin with but soon realised his son had no intention of helping around the farm at all and so disinterested himself with Alaric's learning. Absolutely no magic training. Skilled swordsman.
Finances: He's reasonably well-off, but his family weren't. He left their care at fourteen and lent himself to whatever paid, and gained rather a lot for his willingness to do anything and everything. He was also very lucky, and never got caught when asked to do something a little beyond the law.
-- Family --
Mother: Mallaree. Idolised his mother, her death made him very bitter towards the world.
Father: Alaric Snr. Average intelligence, married Myrijana because he got her pregnant. She actually lost that child, but by then they were together and were too proud to back out. The Alarics don't get along, have very different opinions of the world.
Siblings: Kathee, now 15. Very protective. Has no direct contact with her but sends their grandmother money in the understanding that it'll get passed along. If he sent it to his father it'd probably feed the cows, he reasons.
-- Others --
Possessions: Big black stallion called Aodh. (Ee-ay). Several weapons, his favourite being a longsword which had belonged to his late grandfather on his mother's side. Would fetch a pretty penny in an auction, and is by far the most valuable thing he owns. Only has two pairs of shoes, one which I've already mentioned and some cheap, brown leather moccasin-type-things. Carries around his favourite book, wouldn't part with it for the world. Lightweight tent and equipment for building shelters and such - rope, cloth - and useful knives. Has a few arrows but no bow, and doesn't really have the skill to use it well either.
Special Abilities: He has a power of sorts. He's aware of it, but isn't really bothered - as far as he knows it means nothing and he's completely human. Therefore, he's never really tried to access it, never thought much of using it. He's happy (I say happy...) to get by with his bare hands.
Anything Else: Very clever, but not in a particularly academic way. He thinks a lot about things, thinks about the way the world runs, and it's turned him bitter, sarcastic and sour. Give him time to let the facade fall away and he can be a brilliant person to be around, but that takes a lot of trust on his part, something which he's unlikely to give lightly. His primary profession (as of now) is as a thief, but he wouldn't be too upset about being hired out as an assassin, depending on who he was asked to kill. Lives as a nomad, going where he pleases and doing what he likes. Not averse to "paying for pleasure" as he puts it. Basically, he's lost his way a bit, and doesn't ever really know what to do next. Needs somebody to set him right, pull him up about his apparent lack of care. Actually, the whole "lack of care" thing is deceptive - his problem is that he's too able to emphasize with somebody else's misery. He cares too much. He'd want nothing more than to put "everything" right but lacks the optimism to see that it can be done.
-- End --
Suescores:
16 by the lj one which you add up yourself and 6 by the one with comes up in blue and maroon, although VERY little was aplicable in the latter.
If there are any problems or if anybody has any comments then PM me I don't bite. Unless you ask me. *winks*
Name: Alaric Arafachnan
Sex: Male
Race: Human. Ish.
Age: 19.
-- Appearance --
Hair: Just long enough to be scraped back into a ponytail of sorts. Scraggly, very dark, matted. Wavyish in an odd dreadlocky-type way, due to being so tangled.
Eyes: Dark grey, interesting. Expressive when he feels like it, usually quite blank. Makes him look a bit thick sometimes.
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: Around 14 stone, give or take. He's not sure, and he doesn't care.
Build: Broad, thin. Quite strong, not exceedingly so. Good bone structure.
Skin: Caucasian, but fairly tanned. Out in the sun a lot. Face: Strong structure, high cheekbones. Striking but not necessarily good-looking. A bit stubbly sometimes, depending on whether or not he can be bothered to shave - usually not - with "impressive" eyebrows.
Clothing: Always very dark. Likes to blend in. Brown or black is virtually all he owns but he does have the odd fancypants bit here and there, dark green or burgundy. Never wears them unless he has to. Very big, very heavy boots, metal-plated. You can always hear him coming unless he takes them off - they clink an awful lot. Usually wears black leather gloves.
-- Background --
Hometown: Ferramest (Don't ask... it's totally off the top of my head
)Type of Childhood: Uninteresting. Not particularly stable, but typical of where he comes from.
First Memory: Watching his mother give birth to his sister, aged two and three quarters. Lots of blood. He shouldn't have been there, but the midwife was doing everything single-handedly because his father had passed out from shock and couldn't watch him. Obviously, his mother - Mallaree - was a little pre-occupied.
Most Important Childhood Event: Death of his mother, leaving a rather hapless dad to look after him and his little sister. He was eleven, his sister eight.
Education: He had plenty of chances but didn't feel pushed enough to take them. He left school at nine, preferring to read and write by himself. Mallaree, an intelligent woman, wasn't particularly happy with his decision, thinking he'd end up not being able to support himself if he didn't have at least written qualification of his (fairly substantial) abilities. His father was pleased to begin with but soon realised his son had no intention of helping around the farm at all and so disinterested himself with Alaric's learning. Absolutely no magic training. Skilled swordsman.
Finances: He's reasonably well-off, but his family weren't. He left their care at fourteen and lent himself to whatever paid, and gained rather a lot for his willingness to do anything and everything. He was also very lucky, and never got caught when asked to do something a little beyond the law.
-- Family --
Mother: Mallaree. Idolised his mother, her death made him very bitter towards the world.
Father: Alaric Snr. Average intelligence, married Myrijana because he got her pregnant. She actually lost that child, but by then they were together and were too proud to back out. The Alarics don't get along, have very different opinions of the world.
Siblings: Kathee, now 15. Very protective. Has no direct contact with her but sends their grandmother money in the understanding that it'll get passed along. If he sent it to his father it'd probably feed the cows, he reasons.
-- Others --
Possessions: Big black stallion called Aodh. (Ee-ay). Several weapons, his favourite being a longsword which had belonged to his late grandfather on his mother's side. Would fetch a pretty penny in an auction, and is by far the most valuable thing he owns. Only has two pairs of shoes, one which I've already mentioned and some cheap, brown leather moccasin-type-things. Carries around his favourite book, wouldn't part with it for the world. Lightweight tent and equipment for building shelters and such - rope, cloth - and useful knives. Has a few arrows but no bow, and doesn't really have the skill to use it well either.
Special Abilities: He has a power of sorts. He's aware of it, but isn't really bothered - as far as he knows it means nothing and he's completely human. Therefore, he's never really tried to access it, never thought much of using it. He's happy (I say happy...) to get by with his bare hands.
Anything Else: Very clever, but not in a particularly academic way. He thinks a lot about things, thinks about the way the world runs, and it's turned him bitter, sarcastic and sour. Give him time to let the facade fall away and he can be a brilliant person to be around, but that takes a lot of trust on his part, something which he's unlikely to give lightly. His primary profession (as of now) is as a thief, but he wouldn't be too upset about being hired out as an assassin, depending on who he was asked to kill. Lives as a nomad, going where he pleases and doing what he likes. Not averse to "paying for pleasure" as he puts it. Basically, he's lost his way a bit, and doesn't ever really know what to do next. Needs somebody to set him right, pull him up about his apparent lack of care. Actually, the whole "lack of care" thing is deceptive - his problem is that he's too able to emphasize with somebody else's misery. He cares too much. He'd want nothing more than to put "everything" right but lacks the optimism to see that it can be done.
-- End --
Suescores:
16 by the lj one which you add up yourself and 6 by the one with comes up in blue and maroon, although VERY little was aplicable in the latter.
If there are any problems or if anybody has any comments then PM me
I don't bite. Unless you ask me. *winks*
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.