Enren Roderick (Aethan's Second Alt)
Apr 27, 2014 14:04:01 GMT -6
Post by Enren on Apr 27, 2014 14:04:01 GMT -6
Name: Enren Roderick. (Surname typically eschewed.)
Class: Mage.
Hair Color: A sandy brown color, which doesn't stick out much from his skin tone.
Eye Color: An aqua color, as blue-green as clear waters.
Age: Twenty-two years old.
Appearance: Enren isn't a man who would stand out among other men, in his natural state. He stands right at average height, with a lean frame that hasn't seen much in the way of rough physical exertion. What muscle he has is entirely from traveling on foot. His skin has seen a good deal of sunlight (At least, that on his face, and not under his typical long clothing), and he has a light tan because of this. He prefers to keep himself clean shaven, but otherwise his hair is around shoulder length, somewhat curly and usually messy, though usually worn under a head wrap. His face is softly built, his eyes bearing a quiet serenity with an almost constant look of both wisdom and sleepiness. His posture is typically formless, in the sense that he doesn't stand rigid, and always looks nimble and ready to move. And smoothly, at that.
Clothes: The most easy thing to notice about Enren's wardrobe is that he has a fondness for the color blue. The second thing to notice is that he almost always wears the same head wrap. (Which is also blue.) It's his favorite, and in ways akin to a lucky charm to him by now. While on the road, he's taken to wearing thicker clothing, common in appearance. His normal outfit is a white tunic, with a black overshirt worn on top, and then on top of that a long blue coat which moves with the breeze quite nicely. On his arms, under his coat, he wears many bracelets which cover most of his forearms. (These are good luck charms.) For leggings, he prefers darker brown pants with tall black-dyed leather travel boots. All of his outer clothing is fairly thick and resistant to the elements, damage from said elements being visible in some areas. He also wears two belts, one of which carries his tomes, and the other carrying pouches for his miscellaneous items, like his travel rations, and his flute. Also, while not practical on a fighting or magical level (most times), he did pick up a walking staff which helps to add to his image.
Born in: Etrurian border town, taken to the Western Isles at a young age.
Story: From a very young age, Enren was exposed to one, simple truth of the world. Permanency is a lie. Everything is transient. At the blink of an eye, every stone placed as the foundation of a life could be swept away, as if by a great tide.
In fact, a tide was a fairly apt comparison, to his life.
When he was born, Enren was given a fairly privileged life. He was the son of a merchant family, who provided for him in almost every way. He was given a good education. He was looked at with respect. He wanted for nothing, and yet, because of this, didn't know what he was looking for in life. His parents were kind and generous, but distant. He had no close friends. He had no passions, no ambitions. His life was that of a marionette on a string.
He was empty.
However, as previously said, nothing was permanent. He went to the docks one afternoon, with his father and a hired guardsman. Even with the guardsman, though, Enren managed to find himself targeted by a group of pirates. On that same day, they kidnapped him, intending to use his status for ransom money. There was darkness during this point.
But when the light came, his eyes were opened in so many ways.
He proved to be a cooperative prisoner, at least. When he had the chance to see the sea from the deck of the ship, he had lost all desire to fight back. In fact, he wanted to stay. So he showed to this crew, that he wouldn't cause trouble. All he asked was being allowed on the deck during the daylight hours. Soon he and the crew grew on friendly terms, and the ship became something of a second home. He even helped with some of the duties, and learned the trade of operating various parts on a ship.
This was a good thing, as his family never did end up paying his ransom. He wasn't too broken up about it. Actually... He felt free.
He spent the next couple of years on this ship. Enren wasn't built for fighting, so he rarely was expected to. At least, this was how it was for the first year or so. There was a particular raid, however, when they discovered magical tomes. Most were taken to be sold, but Enren was given an entry tome. This was the point that marked the start of his interest in magical studies. He understood the book quickly. Not only did he understand, but he was capable of bringing it to life. And not only that, but he also got good at a quick rate. And from this, he grew to be a boon to any ship he was on, and feared by any crew that opposed his. He didn't enjoy the combat, or the raids. In fact, he enjoyed sailing peacefully, exploring, and his own studies. But that didn't mean he was above doing what he had to.
Soon, his interest in magic overtook his interest in sailing and the seas. When he felt the time was appropriate, he set himself on something of a journeyman's path. He bid the family he came to know farewell, and began jumping between crews to gain more experience and practice for himself. He tended to prefer affiliating with outlaws and pirates, so that he wouldn't inadvertently end up going against the ship he used to call home, but every so often he was able to serve in legitimate positions. His kind voice and face tended to sway anyone to give him a chance, and he managed not to really become known in the Isles.
Years continued to pass, and he found his self-taught learning coming to a grind. He decided, when that became obvious, that he would change his training method. He would either wander on the land to teach himself further, or he would seek out a mentor. So, with a successful sailing career behind him, he parted from the last crew he served with yet again, this time intending to step into waters completely unfamiliar to him.
And like the great tide that changed his life from the beginning, he continues to follow the flow, hoping to find the answers he seeks.
Class: Mage.
Hair Color: A sandy brown color, which doesn't stick out much from his skin tone.
Eye Color: An aqua color, as blue-green as clear waters.
Age: Twenty-two years old.
Appearance: Enren isn't a man who would stand out among other men, in his natural state. He stands right at average height, with a lean frame that hasn't seen much in the way of rough physical exertion. What muscle he has is entirely from traveling on foot. His skin has seen a good deal of sunlight (At least, that on his face, and not under his typical long clothing), and he has a light tan because of this. He prefers to keep himself clean shaven, but otherwise his hair is around shoulder length, somewhat curly and usually messy, though usually worn under a head wrap. His face is softly built, his eyes bearing a quiet serenity with an almost constant look of both wisdom and sleepiness. His posture is typically formless, in the sense that he doesn't stand rigid, and always looks nimble and ready to move. And smoothly, at that.
Clothes: The most easy thing to notice about Enren's wardrobe is that he has a fondness for the color blue. The second thing to notice is that he almost always wears the same head wrap. (Which is also blue.) It's his favorite, and in ways akin to a lucky charm to him by now. While on the road, he's taken to wearing thicker clothing, common in appearance. His normal outfit is a white tunic, with a black overshirt worn on top, and then on top of that a long blue coat which moves with the breeze quite nicely. On his arms, under his coat, he wears many bracelets which cover most of his forearms. (These are good luck charms.) For leggings, he prefers darker brown pants with tall black-dyed leather travel boots. All of his outer clothing is fairly thick and resistant to the elements, damage from said elements being visible in some areas. He also wears two belts, one of which carries his tomes, and the other carrying pouches for his miscellaneous items, like his travel rations, and his flute. Also, while not practical on a fighting or magical level (most times), he did pick up a walking staff which helps to add to his image.
Born in: Etrurian border town, taken to the Western Isles at a young age.
Story: From a very young age, Enren was exposed to one, simple truth of the world. Permanency is a lie. Everything is transient. At the blink of an eye, every stone placed as the foundation of a life could be swept away, as if by a great tide.
In fact, a tide was a fairly apt comparison, to his life.
When he was born, Enren was given a fairly privileged life. He was the son of a merchant family, who provided for him in almost every way. He was given a good education. He was looked at with respect. He wanted for nothing, and yet, because of this, didn't know what he was looking for in life. His parents were kind and generous, but distant. He had no close friends. He had no passions, no ambitions. His life was that of a marionette on a string.
He was empty.
However, as previously said, nothing was permanent. He went to the docks one afternoon, with his father and a hired guardsman. Even with the guardsman, though, Enren managed to find himself targeted by a group of pirates. On that same day, they kidnapped him, intending to use his status for ransom money. There was darkness during this point.
But when the light came, his eyes were opened in so many ways.
He proved to be a cooperative prisoner, at least. When he had the chance to see the sea from the deck of the ship, he had lost all desire to fight back. In fact, he wanted to stay. So he showed to this crew, that he wouldn't cause trouble. All he asked was being allowed on the deck during the daylight hours. Soon he and the crew grew on friendly terms, and the ship became something of a second home. He even helped with some of the duties, and learned the trade of operating various parts on a ship.
This was a good thing, as his family never did end up paying his ransom. He wasn't too broken up about it. Actually... He felt free.
He spent the next couple of years on this ship. Enren wasn't built for fighting, so he rarely was expected to. At least, this was how it was for the first year or so. There was a particular raid, however, when they discovered magical tomes. Most were taken to be sold, but Enren was given an entry tome. This was the point that marked the start of his interest in magical studies. He understood the book quickly. Not only did he understand, but he was capable of bringing it to life. And not only that, but he also got good at a quick rate. And from this, he grew to be a boon to any ship he was on, and feared by any crew that opposed his. He didn't enjoy the combat, or the raids. In fact, he enjoyed sailing peacefully, exploring, and his own studies. But that didn't mean he was above doing what he had to.
Soon, his interest in magic overtook his interest in sailing and the seas. When he felt the time was appropriate, he set himself on something of a journeyman's path. He bid the family he came to know farewell, and began jumping between crews to gain more experience and practice for himself. He tended to prefer affiliating with outlaws and pirates, so that he wouldn't inadvertently end up going against the ship he used to call home, but every so often he was able to serve in legitimate positions. His kind voice and face tended to sway anyone to give him a chance, and he managed not to really become known in the Isles.
Years continued to pass, and he found his self-taught learning coming to a grind. He decided, when that became obvious, that he would change his training method. He would either wander on the land to teach himself further, or he would seek out a mentor. So, with a successful sailing career behind him, he parted from the last crew he served with yet again, this time intending to step into waters completely unfamiliar to him.
And like the great tide that changed his life from the beginning, he continues to follow the flow, hoping to find the answers he seeks.
