Perikles
Dec 28, 2013 0:47:23 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2013 0:47:23 GMT -6
Name: Perikles
Class: Fighter
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Red
Age: 34
Appearance: Perikles is a thirty-four-year-old man in possession of muscular physique which appeared to be utterly devoid of fat, a dark complexion, womanly facial features, shoulder-length hair which individual strands were each perfectly capable of being mistaken as threads of silver, and a pair of eyes with irises which were as sanguine as freshly spilled blood.
Clothes: Perikles wears an earring upon his left ear alone, a pair of spiky pauldrons over a long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of breeches tucked into a pair of boots.
Born in: Nabata Desert
Story: Perikles was prematurely born within the confines of an uninhabited portion of the Nabata Desert as the effeminate son of Sotiria, a freelance mercenary of negligible renown, and an enigma of a man whose identity Sotiria has outright refused to disclose to Perikles or anyone else for that matter. From the time of his birth to the late stages of his adolescence, Perikles went back and forth between being enthusiastically raised by a mother who prioritized teaching him how to defend himself and being reluctantly babysitted by the bitter proprietors of a not-so-successful inn located within the Western Isles. As an eighteen-year-old, Perikles finally managed to convince his mother into allowing him to assist her in the fulfillment of her contracts. For sixteen years Perikles fought alongside his mother. He would've fought alongside his mother until either of their deaths, if she hadn't demanded that he leave her side and find himself a woman with whom he can sire her a grandchild to dote upon.
Class: Fighter
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Red
Age: 34
Appearance: Perikles is a thirty-four-year-old man in possession of muscular physique which appeared to be utterly devoid of fat, a dark complexion, womanly facial features, shoulder-length hair which individual strands were each perfectly capable of being mistaken as threads of silver, and a pair of eyes with irises which were as sanguine as freshly spilled blood.
Clothes: Perikles wears an earring upon his left ear alone, a pair of spiky pauldrons over a long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of breeches tucked into a pair of boots.
Born in: Nabata Desert
Story: Perikles was prematurely born within the confines of an uninhabited portion of the Nabata Desert as the effeminate son of Sotiria, a freelance mercenary of negligible renown, and an enigma of a man whose identity Sotiria has outright refused to disclose to Perikles or anyone else for that matter. From the time of his birth to the late stages of his adolescence, Perikles went back and forth between being enthusiastically raised by a mother who prioritized teaching him how to defend himself and being reluctantly babysitted by the bitter proprietors of a not-so-successful inn located within the Western Isles. As an eighteen-year-old, Perikles finally managed to convince his mother into allowing him to assist her in the fulfillment of her contracts. For sixteen years Perikles fought alongside his mother. He would've fought alongside his mother until either of their deaths, if she hadn't demanded that he leave her side and find himself a woman with whom he can sire her a grandchild to dote upon.