Seiko Tana (Ready to review)
Feb 19, 2017 15:44:08 GMT -6
Post by Seiko on Feb 19, 2017 15:44:08 GMT -6
Name: Seiko Tana
Class: Pupil
Age: 17
Born in: Remi, Ilia
Appearance: A fair, snow skinned, young man of feminine persuasion and features; Seiko stands at 5’6” tall with a lithe frame and body definition. From a young age, Seiko’s body seemed to reject its masculine development and instead favored curves and soft cheeks over the muscles and chiseled jawlines of his peers. Seiko has embraced this and presents himself in the feminine to the public.
Typically dressed in a simple, traditional white robe with a crimson sash sitting across his waist, Seiko reflects a modest if somewhat innocent image with his large, doe-like brown eyes. His long, straight, raven hair is typically resting down his back but when his is focusing or practicing magical arts he’ll tie it in a messy ponytail to avoid the distraction.
Personality: Beneath the fallacy of innocence, mild manners and decorum, lies the true nature of Seiko. Pithy, sarcastic and just the slightest bit devious, Seiko loves to push the buttons of others who he has gotten to know past just the common courtesies and platitudes engrained in him from a young age.
Although naturally distrusting of strangers, as a born performer, he wears many figurative masks to blend in with his surroundings and mingle with others when forced to do so. Seiko prefers to keep others at arms length until they prove themselves as someone worth admitting into his inner circle.
Seiko is neither a genius nor a Neanderthal, able to grasp the concepts and nuance of a given situation and typically act in his best interest and the interest of others he actually does care about.
History: Born as the only child to a family of performers in the trade port of Ilia, Seiko had a happy family life albeit with a relatively abnormal upbringing. Being on the stage was his life, entertaining those who came and went through the city on trade and other business. Following the tradition of his troupe and theatre style, Seiko leveraged his appearance to play the staring female roles from twelve years old onwards.
While his father was dedicated to the performing arts much like him, Seiko’s mother fancied the mystical arts and forcefully made Seiko spend his free moments in study and practice of magic. Seiko rather loathed this as he never thought it to be of much use to his personal life. He expected to just drift through life on stage without a worry or need to lift a finger in self-defense. As a result of this loathing and lackadaisical attitude, Seiko can barely conjure a bolt of lightning to his own aide.
Due to his performances and the travel it required when they took the show on the road outside of his home town, Seiko got to see much of the world and rub elbows with many different types of people. Some might say this made him a tad spoiled and they would be right.
One night, following a performance in Edessa, Seiko threw a tantrum in regards to the state of his dressing room and stormed off into the city to clear his head and bemoan the lack of good help. After several hours of immature pouting and a fine meal, Seiko found himself back at an abandoned theatre to discover that his caravan had already left without him. Seiko panicked and scrambled to find the theatre manager only to have it be revealed that the group was under the impression he had left earlier with the stage hands for the next destination. Alone, broke and far from home, Seiko wandered out into the city, with no idea what to do next. (Hoped to explore this further in the RP)
NPC fight: Seiko spun in a tizzy and clawed at the ground as the ruffian ran towards him with the blunt club raised high over his head, waiving it with a shout in the young performers direction. The boy panicked and tried to stand but his legs gave out beneath him like a young pegasus. Falling face first into the dirt, his once pristine white rob now smothered in filth, Seiko tried his best to summon a lightning bolt but nothing more than static crackled from his hands. As his attacker stood over him, Seiko curled up and protected himself as best he could while begging for the man to stop. The man did not relent, however, and clubbed the lad over the head, knocking him out cold.
PC fight: Planting his feet and summoning whatever courage and strength he had remaining in his body, Seiko eyed his target and scowled. He knew within his heart he was no match for the woman who charged at him from the shadows with murderous intent. For a brief moment, he thought about trying his best to fight for survival, but the odds were scant that he would survive. “I… I surrender,” he shrieked as a last resort. “Please, have mercy.”
(Seiko isn't much of a fighter as it stands right now. Hope that is quite alright. Was hoping to make it something he develops over his journey.)
Class: Pupil
Age: 17
Born in: Remi, Ilia
Appearance: A fair, snow skinned, young man of feminine persuasion and features; Seiko stands at 5’6” tall with a lithe frame and body definition. From a young age, Seiko’s body seemed to reject its masculine development and instead favored curves and soft cheeks over the muscles and chiseled jawlines of his peers. Seiko has embraced this and presents himself in the feminine to the public.
Typically dressed in a simple, traditional white robe with a crimson sash sitting across his waist, Seiko reflects a modest if somewhat innocent image with his large, doe-like brown eyes. His long, straight, raven hair is typically resting down his back but when his is focusing or practicing magical arts he’ll tie it in a messy ponytail to avoid the distraction.
Personality: Beneath the fallacy of innocence, mild manners and decorum, lies the true nature of Seiko. Pithy, sarcastic and just the slightest bit devious, Seiko loves to push the buttons of others who he has gotten to know past just the common courtesies and platitudes engrained in him from a young age.
Although naturally distrusting of strangers, as a born performer, he wears many figurative masks to blend in with his surroundings and mingle with others when forced to do so. Seiko prefers to keep others at arms length until they prove themselves as someone worth admitting into his inner circle.
Seiko is neither a genius nor a Neanderthal, able to grasp the concepts and nuance of a given situation and typically act in his best interest and the interest of others he actually does care about.
History: Born as the only child to a family of performers in the trade port of Ilia, Seiko had a happy family life albeit with a relatively abnormal upbringing. Being on the stage was his life, entertaining those who came and went through the city on trade and other business. Following the tradition of his troupe and theatre style, Seiko leveraged his appearance to play the staring female roles from twelve years old onwards.
While his father was dedicated to the performing arts much like him, Seiko’s mother fancied the mystical arts and forcefully made Seiko spend his free moments in study and practice of magic. Seiko rather loathed this as he never thought it to be of much use to his personal life. He expected to just drift through life on stage without a worry or need to lift a finger in self-defense. As a result of this loathing and lackadaisical attitude, Seiko can barely conjure a bolt of lightning to his own aide.
Due to his performances and the travel it required when they took the show on the road outside of his home town, Seiko got to see much of the world and rub elbows with many different types of people. Some might say this made him a tad spoiled and they would be right.
One night, following a performance in Edessa, Seiko threw a tantrum in regards to the state of his dressing room and stormed off into the city to clear his head and bemoan the lack of good help. After several hours of immature pouting and a fine meal, Seiko found himself back at an abandoned theatre to discover that his caravan had already left without him. Seiko panicked and scrambled to find the theatre manager only to have it be revealed that the group was under the impression he had left earlier with the stage hands for the next destination. Alone, broke and far from home, Seiko wandered out into the city, with no idea what to do next. (Hoped to explore this further in the RP)
NPC fight: Seiko spun in a tizzy and clawed at the ground as the ruffian ran towards him with the blunt club raised high over his head, waiving it with a shout in the young performers direction. The boy panicked and tried to stand but his legs gave out beneath him like a young pegasus. Falling face first into the dirt, his once pristine white rob now smothered in filth, Seiko tried his best to summon a lightning bolt but nothing more than static crackled from his hands. As his attacker stood over him, Seiko curled up and protected himself as best he could while begging for the man to stop. The man did not relent, however, and clubbed the lad over the head, knocking him out cold.
PC fight: Planting his feet and summoning whatever courage and strength he had remaining in his body, Seiko eyed his target and scowled. He knew within his heart he was no match for the woman who charged at him from the shadows with murderous intent. For a brief moment, he thought about trying his best to fight for survival, but the odds were scant that he would survive. “I… I surrender,” he shrieked as a last resort. “Please, have mercy.”
(Seiko isn't much of a fighter as it stands right now. Hope that is quite alright. Was hoping to make it something he develops over his journey.)
