Cevil
Jun 18, 2009 12:48:04 GMT -6
Post by cevil on Jun 18, 2009 12:48:04 GMT -6
Name: Cevil
Class*: Thief
Hair Color: Pink
Eye Color: Green
Age: 25
Appearance: Strangely femine for a man, mainly because of his pink hair that is kept in front of his right eye. Always stands tall with a grin, he's quite the meager fellow though, lacking muscles and body fat.
Clothes: His looks alone make him good enough for the job, but a good bard needs to be more eccentric than just that. To ensure that part, he always wears purple clothing, aye, purple. During performances he tends to hide his face in any way possible.
Born in**: Osita
Story***: Please let me introduce you, a man of clichés, a hero of the people. Like many, he is the son of a rich merchant, and for that the only boy of six children. Even more special, he was the youngest one, and the only heir. Of course his greedy father was busier with getting his emporium on the road to concern about his heir. And thus, obviously to dislike of their father, the girls learned him to play music, dance, act and all these kind of things normal peasants won't need.
It was already to late when his father realized his son was changed into something care free and happy. Enraged he forbid them to learn anything to the boy again. Leaving the poor boy alone, to find playing partners. This was harder then expected, he had his natural hair color against him. After a few years he finally found some girls willing to play with him, he told stories, sang songs and learned them to dance. One of their fathers was a humble inn keeper, and seeing the boy dance and sing, felt a quite unique man being born. Man, if he knew the master he gave birth to, perhaps he'd never have done it.
There is one, little, tiny, quite overly important part... he had little of an income. Of course, he got money from his performances, it wasn't enough to hold him in his old life style. Armed with basic tricks, some charisma and lots of luck, he learned the art of thievery, and has since picked up daggers for combat.
(alt to Abin, replacement of my death priest...)
Class*: Thief
Hair Color: Pink
Eye Color: Green
Age: 25
Appearance: Strangely femine for a man, mainly because of his pink hair that is kept in front of his right eye. Always stands tall with a grin, he's quite the meager fellow though, lacking muscles and body fat.
Clothes: His looks alone make him good enough for the job, but a good bard needs to be more eccentric than just that. To ensure that part, he always wears purple clothing, aye, purple. During performances he tends to hide his face in any way possible.
Born in**: Osita
Story***: Please let me introduce you, a man of clichés, a hero of the people. Like many, he is the son of a rich merchant, and for that the only boy of six children. Even more special, he was the youngest one, and the only heir. Of course his greedy father was busier with getting his emporium on the road to concern about his heir. And thus, obviously to dislike of their father, the girls learned him to play music, dance, act and all these kind of things normal peasants won't need.
It was already to late when his father realized his son was changed into something care free and happy. Enraged he forbid them to learn anything to the boy again. Leaving the poor boy alone, to find playing partners. This was harder then expected, he had his natural hair color against him. After a few years he finally found some girls willing to play with him, he told stories, sang songs and learned them to dance. One of their fathers was a humble inn keeper, and seeing the boy dance and sing, felt a quite unique man being born. Man, if he knew the master he gave birth to, perhaps he'd never have done it.
There is one, little, tiny, quite overly important part... he had little of an income. Of course, he got money from his performances, it wasn't enough to hold him in his old life style. Armed with basic tricks, some charisma and lots of luck, he learned the art of thievery, and has since picked up daggers for combat.
(alt to Abin, replacement of my death priest...)
