Rilcha Winters [Erio's Replacement]
Jul 13, 2013 0:34:12 GMT -6
Post by Rilcha Winters on Jul 13, 2013 0:34:12 GMT -6
Name: Rilcha Winters
Class: Novice
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green
Age: Fourteen
Appearance: Rilcha is noticeably small for his age, having not yet experienced the growth spurt of youth that most males experienced around that age. He stands at a fair four foot ten, the soft red curls lining his face adding on another few bits in every direction. The babyfat has already begun fading away from his small frame, leaving him lean, wiry, and rather awkwardly proportioned. His mother had assured him that he would grow and it would all even out, she had seen it before with all of her elder siblings. Still, it did not stop him from needlessly worrying about the state of his body's maturity, he had yet to find stubble on his chin!
Generally he looks rather miserable, something about the large watery green eyes and rosy cheeks giving him the look of a poor damsel in distress. However it is hardly so, even if his lips rarely ever curled up into a smile there were always the soft wrinkles that formed beside his eyes when he was pleased or laughing silently. His nose was narrow and rather pointed, the bridge crooked slightly to the left from a few falls too many on his face.
Clothes: He doesn't wear anything particularly exciting, a plain wool shirt, wool britches, and worn leather boots with a few holes in the soles.
Born in: Etruria
Story: Rilcha lives with his Mam in a small Etrurian farming hamlet. He had been conceived in a dirty back alley in the capitol , his mother still young and hardly knowing any better. After her enlightenment of future motherhood though she changed, cleaning up her frivolous ways and left out to the countryside to lead a simple and wholesome life of farming. That was how he had been raised, among sheep, cows, potatoes, and beets. There were always plenty of beets, so much so that his mother often joked that it was was the cause of his unruly curls's color. They lived simply, in peace, hardly effected by matters of politics and the like.
Class: Novice
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green
Age: Fourteen
Appearance: Rilcha is noticeably small for his age, having not yet experienced the growth spurt of youth that most males experienced around that age. He stands at a fair four foot ten, the soft red curls lining his face adding on another few bits in every direction. The babyfat has already begun fading away from his small frame, leaving him lean, wiry, and rather awkwardly proportioned. His mother had assured him that he would grow and it would all even out, she had seen it before with all of her elder siblings. Still, it did not stop him from needlessly worrying about the state of his body's maturity, he had yet to find stubble on his chin!
Generally he looks rather miserable, something about the large watery green eyes and rosy cheeks giving him the look of a poor damsel in distress. However it is hardly so, even if his lips rarely ever curled up into a smile there were always the soft wrinkles that formed beside his eyes when he was pleased or laughing silently. His nose was narrow and rather pointed, the bridge crooked slightly to the left from a few falls too many on his face.
Clothes: He doesn't wear anything particularly exciting, a plain wool shirt, wool britches, and worn leather boots with a few holes in the soles.
Born in: Etruria
Story: Rilcha lives with his Mam in a small Etrurian farming hamlet. He had been conceived in a dirty back alley in the capitol , his mother still young and hardly knowing any better. After her enlightenment of future motherhood though she changed, cleaning up her frivolous ways and left out to the countryside to lead a simple and wholesome life of farming. That was how he had been raised, among sheep, cows, potatoes, and beets. There were always plenty of beets, so much so that his mother often joked that it was was the cause of his unruly curls's color. They lived simply, in peace, hardly effected by matters of politics and the like.
