Post by Avaritia on Jan 30, 2010 23:56:58 GMT -5
Name : Jace Cad'aoir
Alias : Jack
Gender : Male
Age : 23 years old
Race : Greykin
Sexuality : Bicurious
Marital Status : Single
Origin : Native to the land of the Greykin(?)
Current Residence : Travels mostly by himself in a small wagon, roaming around Nillea and its surrounding nations.
Occupation : Alchemist in-training
Height : 5'8” ft.
Weight : 147 lbs.
Body Type : Lithe and taller than the average human, but stands at only an average height among other Greykin.
Skin : A silvery shade of grey. An average texture to it, but it is usually kept clean. Has several darker splotches, as many Greykin do, with a big one being over his left eye, another on the left side of his neck, and several throughout his hip and leg areas. Has a striping tattoo on his upper left arm, signifying its dominance.
Eyes : Dark brown.
Hair : Long, smooth, an almost metallic shade of blonde. Usually ties it loosely aside and lets it fall over his shoulder, but when he is working or in formal situations, he ties it into a proper ponytail.
Physical Description :
Voice : Smooth, with the sound of youth still on it. Normally sounds very calm, and he speaks in an even tone. Unless put in a situation where he does not have a suitable time to think, his words are eloquent to a degree; well-placed and well-pronounced. Has a decent singing voice which could improve with practice, but he prefers movement to voice.
Personality : Jack's noble upbringing is very apparent in his day-to-day behaviour. He is calm, rational, and there is rarely a time when he falters from his almost painfully polite demeanor. In spite of his kind's stereotypical mistreatment of them, he is respectful to even Greykin women, at times coming off as almost protective. He is friendly but shy in social engagements, and although he is quite capable of it, he prefers not to talk more than necessary. When left to his own devices, it isn't uncommon for him to lose himself inside an old tome of lore, or in the pages of an alchemical book of any sort. He is constantly examining ingredients for his next potion, reviewing his stock almost obsessively several times throughout the day. In view of the Greykin's bad reputation with abandonment and theft, he is very hesitant to take charity from anyone, and does not abandon anyone in need of assistance.
Likes : Music, dancing, he is a refined elf of the arts if there ever were one. He enjoys social situations, even if he does tend to unintentionally shy away from them. It simply thrills him when he makes a new discovery of any sort, be it a new species of something or a new potion. Other intellectuals of his field also excite him, as they give him a rare chance to discuss his knowledge with someone quite equal to his knowledge. He really loves sharing what he knows, and on occasion has caught himself spewing out somewhat irrelevant information. Despite all of the time he spends indoors or in the city, however, he loves nature, and deeply enjoys spending most of his time being close to it. He also likes to give to others in some way or another; any way he can help.
Dislikes : As patient as he is, rude people irritate him to no end, and as do arrogant idiots. Those who destroy without need are indeed frustrating, especially if it is nature they destroy- nature that could be used to save someone, somewhere. He does not take much enjoyment from competition, and would sooner stand down from a challenge from a fool than accept it. Deep down, he is hurt by the prejudices against his kind, and hopes to one day mend the relations.
Fears : Nothing in particular, at the moment.
Family : A noble bloodline for three generations in the Silver Expanse.
History : Jack does not have an incredible history, as some may. There is no great tragedy to speak of, no significant deaths, no story of an underdog who clawed their way to the top. There is simply Jack, his supportive and witty parents, and a will to become something more.
He hails from a peaceful town, where his family has been located for three generations. They have been of nobility for years with no strife to speak of, allowing them to focus on other matters, especially knowledge as a whole. His grandfather was a world-renowned alchemist who died some few years before Jack's birth. His mother and father are both scholars who have spent many, many years studying many, many things. Initially, his father had hoped that Jack would follow in their footsteps, but he instead wanted to follow his grandfather. He began studying at the mere age of ten, and set out to study abroad at 21.
He has followed this path since, and to this day roams around Nillea and its surrounding nations in search of greater knowledge, ambitious to surpass even his grandfather in one way or another.
Allegiance : First and foremost to the Silver Expanse
Weapons : By and large, his knowledge of alchemical ingredients is perhaps his biggest weapon. He may carry a shortsword for emergencies of the up close and personal sort, but when he really wants to do damage (rare as that may be), he is one of few people who knows how to make devastating explosives from natural ingredients, which are typically used as grenades. However, he only uses them as a last resort, and rather prefers to use stunning methods.
Strengths : Quick on his feet, both in motion and thought, Jack can easily work his way out of situations as needed. He has the amazing capability to remain calm in very stressful situations, which has surely saved his caravan several times in the event of his potions going wrong.
Weaknesses : (Can't think of any will fill in tomorrow.)
Writing Sample :
It was another busy day in the city. People and animals, some strays, some leashed, made their way through the crowds. Stall owners stood vigilant over their stands, ever watching for those who seemed to want a five-finger discount. All the while, they shouted out their wares; "Fresh fruit!" one cried. "Scrolls!" cried another. But after venturing to and from the city for so long, one learned to tune out the unimportant things. To the Greykin that weaved through the crowd, there were only physical bodies in his way, and he was very careful to avoid bumping into anyone. The way he did this made his skills clear. Even though he was weighted down with several bags and sacks filled with items of some sort, he moved with grace. Perhaps it was natural, or perhaps it was practice. Maybe it was both.
Either way, the elf was surely marvelous to a commoner. He wore a pale, long-sleeved, button-up shirt made of a fine material. A simple cloak hung loosely around his shoulders, the hood drawn up over his head; it enough to keep him at least somewhat warm. He may have been too focused on his business to pay the cold much mind, but it certainly helped him to concentrate.
At last, he came to his destination. The small shop stood along the main street, but so often it went unnoticed for anything but medicinal remedies. If only the people understood the potential that lied inside of the alchemical shop. His black fingers reached up to his hood and drew it back, revealing his long hair that he tied off to the side and rested over his shoulder. The warm, familiar air of the shop was rather welcoming. A fire danced in the hearth, a pot of what he assumed to be stew hung over it. The sound of footsteps came from the stairs as an older Morin man made his way down, plump with a good life. "Making lunch, are we?" the Greykin spoke, smiling respectfully to the silver-haired man, "I hope I am not intruding."
"Nonsense, Jack! You are always welcomed here, and you know that. The stew is no where near done yet," the other man heartily replied as he reached the floor and was quick to attend to his lunch. He stirred it generously, took a taste, and shook his head to himself. "Indeed, not done." His attention turned back to Jack now. "So, my boy, what brings you here? Do come in, won't you? It's cold out there."
"Thank you." Grateful for the everlasting hospitality, he stepped inside the shop, careful to mind both his and the owner's belongings and wares as he made his way through the threshold.
"My, you've certainly brought a lot with you!"
"I've a few things that you may be interested in," Jack began, placing down a satchel, "and I'd like to leave something with you, if you don't mind."
"Not at all! Please, show me, I'm eager to see what you've come up with now..."
Alias : Jack
Gender : Male
Age : 23 years old
Race : Greykin
Sexuality : Bicurious
Marital Status : Single
Origin : Native to the land of the Greykin(?)
Current Residence : Travels mostly by himself in a small wagon, roaming around Nillea and its surrounding nations.
Occupation : Alchemist in-training
Height : 5'8” ft.
Weight : 147 lbs.
Body Type : Lithe and taller than the average human, but stands at only an average height among other Greykin.
Skin : A silvery shade of grey. An average texture to it, but it is usually kept clean. Has several darker splotches, as many Greykin do, with a big one being over his left eye, another on the left side of his neck, and several throughout his hip and leg areas. Has a striping tattoo on his upper left arm, signifying its dominance.
Eyes : Dark brown.
Hair : Long, smooth, an almost metallic shade of blonde. Usually ties it loosely aside and lets it fall over his shoulder, but when he is working or in formal situations, he ties it into a proper ponytail.
Physical Description :
Voice : Smooth, with the sound of youth still on it. Normally sounds very calm, and he speaks in an even tone. Unless put in a situation where he does not have a suitable time to think, his words are eloquent to a degree; well-placed and well-pronounced. Has a decent singing voice which could improve with practice, but he prefers movement to voice.
Personality : Jack's noble upbringing is very apparent in his day-to-day behaviour. He is calm, rational, and there is rarely a time when he falters from his almost painfully polite demeanor. In spite of his kind's stereotypical mistreatment of them, he is respectful to even Greykin women, at times coming off as almost protective. He is friendly but shy in social engagements, and although he is quite capable of it, he prefers not to talk more than necessary. When left to his own devices, it isn't uncommon for him to lose himself inside an old tome of lore, or in the pages of an alchemical book of any sort. He is constantly examining ingredients for his next potion, reviewing his stock almost obsessively several times throughout the day. In view of the Greykin's bad reputation with abandonment and theft, he is very hesitant to take charity from anyone, and does not abandon anyone in need of assistance.
Likes : Music, dancing, he is a refined elf of the arts if there ever were one. He enjoys social situations, even if he does tend to unintentionally shy away from them. It simply thrills him when he makes a new discovery of any sort, be it a new species of something or a new potion. Other intellectuals of his field also excite him, as they give him a rare chance to discuss his knowledge with someone quite equal to his knowledge. He really loves sharing what he knows, and on occasion has caught himself spewing out somewhat irrelevant information. Despite all of the time he spends indoors or in the city, however, he loves nature, and deeply enjoys spending most of his time being close to it. He also likes to give to others in some way or another; any way he can help.
Dislikes : As patient as he is, rude people irritate him to no end, and as do arrogant idiots. Those who destroy without need are indeed frustrating, especially if it is nature they destroy- nature that could be used to save someone, somewhere. He does not take much enjoyment from competition, and would sooner stand down from a challenge from a fool than accept it. Deep down, he is hurt by the prejudices against his kind, and hopes to one day mend the relations.
Fears : Nothing in particular, at the moment.
Family : A noble bloodline for three generations in the Silver Expanse.
History : Jack does not have an incredible history, as some may. There is no great tragedy to speak of, no significant deaths, no story of an underdog who clawed their way to the top. There is simply Jack, his supportive and witty parents, and a will to become something more.
He hails from a peaceful town, where his family has been located for three generations. They have been of nobility for years with no strife to speak of, allowing them to focus on other matters, especially knowledge as a whole. His grandfather was a world-renowned alchemist who died some few years before Jack's birth. His mother and father are both scholars who have spent many, many years studying many, many things. Initially, his father had hoped that Jack would follow in their footsteps, but he instead wanted to follow his grandfather. He began studying at the mere age of ten, and set out to study abroad at 21.
He has followed this path since, and to this day roams around Nillea and its surrounding nations in search of greater knowledge, ambitious to surpass even his grandfather in one way or another.
Allegiance : First and foremost to the Silver Expanse
Weapons : By and large, his knowledge of alchemical ingredients is perhaps his biggest weapon. He may carry a shortsword for emergencies of the up close and personal sort, but when he really wants to do damage (rare as that may be), he is one of few people who knows how to make devastating explosives from natural ingredients, which are typically used as grenades. However, he only uses them as a last resort, and rather prefers to use stunning methods.
Strengths : Quick on his feet, both in motion and thought, Jack can easily work his way out of situations as needed. He has the amazing capability to remain calm in very stressful situations, which has surely saved his caravan several times in the event of his potions going wrong.
Weaknesses : (Can't think of any will fill in tomorrow.)
Writing Sample :
It was another busy day in the city. People and animals, some strays, some leashed, made their way through the crowds. Stall owners stood vigilant over their stands, ever watching for those who seemed to want a five-finger discount. All the while, they shouted out their wares; "Fresh fruit!" one cried. "Scrolls!" cried another. But after venturing to and from the city for so long, one learned to tune out the unimportant things. To the Greykin that weaved through the crowd, there were only physical bodies in his way, and he was very careful to avoid bumping into anyone. The way he did this made his skills clear. Even though he was weighted down with several bags and sacks filled with items of some sort, he moved with grace. Perhaps it was natural, or perhaps it was practice. Maybe it was both.
Either way, the elf was surely marvelous to a commoner. He wore a pale, long-sleeved, button-up shirt made of a fine material. A simple cloak hung loosely around his shoulders, the hood drawn up over his head; it enough to keep him at least somewhat warm. He may have been too focused on his business to pay the cold much mind, but it certainly helped him to concentrate.
At last, he came to his destination. The small shop stood along the main street, but so often it went unnoticed for anything but medicinal remedies. If only the people understood the potential that lied inside of the alchemical shop. His black fingers reached up to his hood and drew it back, revealing his long hair that he tied off to the side and rested over his shoulder. The warm, familiar air of the shop was rather welcoming. A fire danced in the hearth, a pot of what he assumed to be stew hung over it. The sound of footsteps came from the stairs as an older Morin man made his way down, plump with a good life. "Making lunch, are we?" the Greykin spoke, smiling respectfully to the silver-haired man, "I hope I am not intruding."
"Nonsense, Jack! You are always welcomed here, and you know that. The stew is no where near done yet," the other man heartily replied as he reached the floor and was quick to attend to his lunch. He stirred it generously, took a taste, and shook his head to himself. "Indeed, not done." His attention turned back to Jack now. "So, my boy, what brings you here? Do come in, won't you? It's cold out there."
"Thank you." Grateful for the everlasting hospitality, he stepped inside the shop, careful to mind both his and the owner's belongings and wares as he made his way through the threshold.
"My, you've certainly brought a lot with you!"
"I've a few things that you may be interested in," Jack began, placing down a satchel, "and I'd like to leave something with you, if you don't mind."
"Not at all! Please, show me, I'm eager to see what you've come up with now..."