Post by Alizarin on Apr 26, 2014 2:43:08 GMT -6
Name: Alizarin
Class: Shaman
Age: 29
Appearance: Alizarin is a haggard-looking man (who looks older than he should be) with wavy black hair, dead gray eyes, poor posture and talks with a deep, soft-spoken voice. He wears a red traveling cloak, a black, tunic with white trim and dark brown trousers underneath along with a large worn out satchel and a pair of brown traveling boots. Wears a silver pince-nez.
Born in: Carrhae (Ilia)
Personality:
(Unfinished)
Story:
Alizarin was a child of a well-to-do merchant from Carrhae, a bright boy with a penchant for numbers and an affinity for Dark Magic.
When he was a child, he had these dreams and visions of another world beyond their own. He often spent his childhood days at home reveling in his fantasies of a magnificent city of glass towers. Most of the time, these dreams, which adults often dismiss as the products of a hyperactive imagination of a child, fade away in time. However unlike most cases, they intensified as he grew up.
By his teens, they were disrupting his everyday life. They were constantly around him, flickering in and out of his line of sight, whispering things he could not understand. He cannot look at another person, another place without seeing That City, and the strange and amazing and eldritch wonders that it carries within. There are times that he cannot distinguish between what is real and what is not.
His parents constantly worry about his mental state and had him isolated at home, where he is safe, with nothing but his books to pass his time, and eventually, he was convinced that none of his "visions" are real. He was also often visited by people who claimed to want to help him. Many came and went, with various ways of "helping": elixirs, rituals, exorcisms, name it, they did it, even if it did more damage than help.
By the time he was eighteen, his parents grew desperate, and decided to give trepanning a try. They nearly succeeded if not for Alizarin lashing out in fear. With that as the last straw, he ran away from home and never looked back.
The next ten years, he had spent wandering about Elibe, trying to find a cure or a clue about his "condition", but somewhere along the way, he gave up.
Others:
More often than he likes to, Alizarin hallucinates facets of his already unstable mind. These are only some of the facets:
The Man in White - Alizarin's voice of reason. Snarky, but ultimately cares about his well-being.
Greek Chorus - Running commentary. Often loud and drives Alizarin up the proverbial wall.
Class: Shaman
Age: 29
Appearance: Alizarin is a haggard-looking man (who looks older than he should be) with wavy black hair, dead gray eyes, poor posture and talks with a deep, soft-spoken voice. He wears a red traveling cloak, a black, tunic with white trim and dark brown trousers underneath along with a large worn out satchel and a pair of brown traveling boots. Wears a silver pince-nez.
Born in: Carrhae (Ilia)
Personality:
(Unfinished)
Story:
Alizarin was a child of a well-to-do merchant from Carrhae, a bright boy with a penchant for numbers and an affinity for Dark Magic.
When he was a child, he had these dreams and visions of another world beyond their own. He often spent his childhood days at home reveling in his fantasies of a magnificent city of glass towers. Most of the time, these dreams, which adults often dismiss as the products of a hyperactive imagination of a child, fade away in time. However unlike most cases, they intensified as he grew up.
By his teens, they were disrupting his everyday life. They were constantly around him, flickering in and out of his line of sight, whispering things he could not understand. He cannot look at another person, another place without seeing That City, and the strange and amazing and eldritch wonders that it carries within. There are times that he cannot distinguish between what is real and what is not.
His parents constantly worry about his mental state and had him isolated at home, where he is safe, with nothing but his books to pass his time, and eventually, he was convinced that none of his "visions" are real. He was also often visited by people who claimed to want to help him. Many came and went, with various ways of "helping": elixirs, rituals, exorcisms, name it, they did it, even if it did more damage than help.
By the time he was eighteen, his parents grew desperate, and decided to give trepanning a try. They nearly succeeded if not for Alizarin lashing out in fear. With that as the last straw, he ran away from home and never looked back.
The next ten years, he had spent wandering about Elibe, trying to find a cure or a clue about his "condition", but somewhere along the way, he gave up.
Others:
More often than he likes to, Alizarin hallucinates facets of his already unstable mind. These are only some of the facets:
The Man in White - Alizarin's voice of reason. Snarky, but ultimately cares about his well-being.
Greek Chorus - Running commentary. Often loud and drives Alizarin up the proverbial wall.
Kirala-Daughter