Arkaeis
Mar 18, 2012 9:51:16 GMT -6
Post by Arkaeis on Mar 18, 2012 9:51:16 GMT -6
Name: Arkaeis
Class: Soldier
Hair Color: Grey
Eye Color: Hazel
Age: 23
Born In: Etruria
Appearance: A young man of average build, leaning a bit towards the lanky side. Standing at 5' 9, he is decidedly unassuming. His sarcastic, carefree demeanor is reflected in his appearance, with his mouth always cocked in a crooked smile and his hair unkempt with roguish charm. Not really plain, but not really handsome, either. He is, ultimately, average.
Clothes: He wears a collared tunic, with bits and pieces of plate armor he scrounged up over the years strapped on wherever they might fit. His plain trousers are held up by a cross belt, which carries his endless amount of pouches full of knick-knacks and doo-dads. He always has on his headband, although it's more for aesthetic purposes than practical ones.
History: Arkaeis was your run-of-the-mill, good-for-nothing layabout, always roaming the streets of the Etrurian capital while looking for ways to skip out on working. His parents were nobles, of a sort; rich merchants who paid their way into the nobility; and he was their only child. So, with such an abundance of money at his disposal, the lazy rogue lived a happy, worry-free life. That is, until his father named him the heir apparent of his vast commercial empire. Starting on his twenty-first birthday, Arkaeis was drilled and disciplined into becoming the best trader of goods the world had ever seen.
Of course, that's how it would've gone down if he had stayed for all of that. Shortly before his twenty-first birthday, Arkaeis snuck out of his family's luxurious palace and high-tailed it out of the city of his birth.
It was rough going. Having experienced nothing of the outside world, the young man was at a loss as to how to survive in such a cruel, unforgiving environment. Luckily for him, he had some family friends and acquaintances who were more than happy to help him get on his feet (not for free, of course; there was much work involved). That, combined with his uncanny knack for getting out of trouble, helped him survive his first year away from home while only missing dinner a few days a week.
Another year passes, and we find our 'hero' wandering the land, having taken up mercenary work and gaining knowledge all the while of this life he's never known. A total transformation from a lazy rogue to a... slightly less lazy rogue. Sure, he still procrastinates; but now, he makes sure to do so with a lot more gusto.
Class: Soldier
Hair Color: Grey
Eye Color: Hazel
Age: 23
Born In: Etruria
Appearance: A young man of average build, leaning a bit towards the lanky side. Standing at 5' 9, he is decidedly unassuming. His sarcastic, carefree demeanor is reflected in his appearance, with his mouth always cocked in a crooked smile and his hair unkempt with roguish charm. Not really plain, but not really handsome, either. He is, ultimately, average.
Clothes: He wears a collared tunic, with bits and pieces of plate armor he scrounged up over the years strapped on wherever they might fit. His plain trousers are held up by a cross belt, which carries his endless amount of pouches full of knick-knacks and doo-dads. He always has on his headband, although it's more for aesthetic purposes than practical ones.
History: Arkaeis was your run-of-the-mill, good-for-nothing layabout, always roaming the streets of the Etrurian capital while looking for ways to skip out on working. His parents were nobles, of a sort; rich merchants who paid their way into the nobility; and he was their only child. So, with such an abundance of money at his disposal, the lazy rogue lived a happy, worry-free life. That is, until his father named him the heir apparent of his vast commercial empire. Starting on his twenty-first birthday, Arkaeis was drilled and disciplined into becoming the best trader of goods the world had ever seen.
Of course, that's how it would've gone down if he had stayed for all of that. Shortly before his twenty-first birthday, Arkaeis snuck out of his family's luxurious palace and high-tailed it out of the city of his birth.
It was rough going. Having experienced nothing of the outside world, the young man was at a loss as to how to survive in such a cruel, unforgiving environment. Luckily for him, he had some family friends and acquaintances who were more than happy to help him get on his feet (not for free, of course; there was much work involved). That, combined with his uncanny knack for getting out of trouble, helped him survive his first year away from home while only missing dinner a few days a week.
Another year passes, and we find our 'hero' wandering the land, having taken up mercenary work and gaining knowledge all the while of this life he's never known. A total transformation from a lazy rogue to a... slightly less lazy rogue. Sure, he still procrastinates; but now, he makes sure to do so with a lot more gusto.
