Phineas Lucine
Aug 5, 2013 15:38:29 GMT -6
Post by Phineas Lucine on Aug 5, 2013 15:38:29 GMT -6
Name: Phineas Lucine
Class: Shaman ---> Seer
Hair Color: Akin to a typical grape.
Eye Color: Amber
Age: 26
Appearance: Well, exactly like my avatar. xD Phineas has a slim and rather wiry frame, albeit with somewhat defined arm muscles (though by no means as defined as a fighter's). Despite being only in his third decade of life, his face already bears a couple of lines from self-imposed overwork. His brow is often furrowed, leading
many of his peers to deem him unpleasant, but in reality this is merely the result of constant fatigue. His hair is often messy and poorly maintained, but the rest of his facial features are average and somewhat noteworthy, depending on who you would ask.
Clothes: Phineas opts for a lightweight approach, sporting black robes with crimson and silver trim. A simple tan cloth tunic resides underneath. A small, cheap sack is affixed to his left hip, which is used to carry vulneraries and other portable necessities. A slightly larger satchel sits near his lower back, this one primarily used to carry small books and spare parchment. Other than that, the rest of his attire is pretty commonplace. He wear simple leather shoes, though sometimes swaps them out in favor of sturdier travel boots for longer journeys.
Born in: Etruria
Story: Phineas was always the atypical one of his six-person family. While his three older brothers excelled at the use of steel, Phineas could barely pick up a sword without breaking a sweat. Ergo, growing up in a small Etrurian village proved difficult. Because of his physical deficiencies in regards to hand-to-hand combat, he was regularly taunted and jeered at by all three of his brothers, and consequently had trouble socializing even to strangers. This handicap still remains with him to this day. To exacerbate things further, Phineas had dyspraxia (in modern terms) as a child. His motor control was poor, often giving him a bout of trembles. This hampered his ability to perform simple, menial tasks, and cemented his stance as a fraternal laughingstock.
Phineas' mother, however, took pity on her struggling son. She subsequently spurred his still-vibrant interest in reading. Through literature, Phineas found his true escape from the hardships of reality. Eventually, he grew out of his brothers' tauntings, or at least to the point where the barbed words dulled against his skull.
They grew to become mercenaries; conversely, Phineas elected to study magic. Though he initially expressed an interest in anima magic, Phineas ultimately chose to study the dark arts, due to their more volatile nature. Ever-vigilant to the call of knowledge and new challenges, he pursued his studies relentlessly. He was self-sufficient, although this has proven fruitful. Without the technique of a teacher to aid him, Phineas is currently researching how to make his arcane gift his own.
Class: Shaman ---> Seer
Hair Color: Akin to a typical grape.
Eye Color: Amber
Age: 26
Appearance: Well, exactly like my avatar. xD Phineas has a slim and rather wiry frame, albeit with somewhat defined arm muscles (though by no means as defined as a fighter's). Despite being only in his third decade of life, his face already bears a couple of lines from self-imposed overwork. His brow is often furrowed, leading
many of his peers to deem him unpleasant, but in reality this is merely the result of constant fatigue. His hair is often messy and poorly maintained, but the rest of his facial features are average and somewhat noteworthy, depending on who you would ask.
Clothes: Phineas opts for a lightweight approach, sporting black robes with crimson and silver trim. A simple tan cloth tunic resides underneath. A small, cheap sack is affixed to his left hip, which is used to carry vulneraries and other portable necessities. A slightly larger satchel sits near his lower back, this one primarily used to carry small books and spare parchment. Other than that, the rest of his attire is pretty commonplace. He wear simple leather shoes, though sometimes swaps them out in favor of sturdier travel boots for longer journeys.
Born in: Etruria
Story: Phineas was always the atypical one of his six-person family. While his three older brothers excelled at the use of steel, Phineas could barely pick up a sword without breaking a sweat. Ergo, growing up in a small Etrurian village proved difficult. Because of his physical deficiencies in regards to hand-to-hand combat, he was regularly taunted and jeered at by all three of his brothers, and consequently had trouble socializing even to strangers. This handicap still remains with him to this day. To exacerbate things further, Phineas had dyspraxia (in modern terms) as a child. His motor control was poor, often giving him a bout of trembles. This hampered his ability to perform simple, menial tasks, and cemented his stance as a fraternal laughingstock.
Phineas' mother, however, took pity on her struggling son. She subsequently spurred his still-vibrant interest in reading. Through literature, Phineas found his true escape from the hardships of reality. Eventually, he grew out of his brothers' tauntings, or at least to the point where the barbed words dulled against his skull.
They grew to become mercenaries; conversely, Phineas elected to study magic. Though he initially expressed an interest in anima magic, Phineas ultimately chose to study the dark arts, due to their more volatile nature. Ever-vigilant to the call of knowledge and new challenges, he pursued his studies relentlessly. He was self-sufficient, although this has proven fruitful. Without the technique of a teacher to aid him, Phineas is currently researching how to make his arcane gift his own.
